Faking It

...I felt a little like a dying clown/ with a streak of Rin Tin Tin....

One thing led to another and another, and I found myself picturing Stephen King's lead female in Misery. And I wonder, what factors lead a person to a life as an internet passive-aggressive energy vampire (excuse the woo-woo) instead of a life as a successful novelist?

Sidebar for those who have no patience for linkage: a certain person/number of persons created fictitious personae and then killed them off, though so far none reaching a Megan Meier level (sorry!).

I have no patience for interruptions. So, due to offspring/laundry/pets/telephone, I've not begun a novel. NaNoWriMo SOUNDS like a great idea, but it's November, which is awesomebad for me. Also, I'm not sure I can successfully write fiction, as reality is so surreal and improbable anyhow.

All that mental energy used creating an entire universe... but never mind. Ms. Hummingbird-Attention-Span is no longer interested in this case study. It occurred to me, though, that joining an online community is an EXCELLENT way to research a topic/group/activity about which you know nothing, because simply lurking is a hella education.

So IF I ever get serious about that thing I had in mind with the guy and the woman and the bookstore that was going to be a novel/play script/tv series, I am SO going to join me some online communities.

Just sayin'.


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