Feedspot tells me this blog has twenty followers. I've heard of none of them. The list is seemingly random, the names appearing as an even mixture of naming styles from around the globe. Are they really people who like to follow unknown blogs at random? Or is the list a contrivance designed to appeal to my irrational need for attention?
Well, I don't care. No one who flies by without leaving comment is worth a damn. Amirite, as the kids say? Is I be right on that?
So. NaNo. Prep mode active so far as is possible, i.e. occasionally at random moments, but not enough of them. Exactly as with the writing! But I'm doing something new. I'm writing ahead of time, about plot points, and intentions, and characters, and useful bits of historical data. I especially love the useful bits of historical data even though no story depends on them and few readers appreciate them. But accuracy is important to ME and to a certain type of reader, and besides, it's fun. Have you any idea how excited I was yesterday to discover a digitized Sacramento Union that detailed the locations of the offices opened by the Alta California Telegraph Company in March of 1854? Up to then I hadn't known this information existed. I assumed I'd have to invent an office in Granite City. But no. I can now surmise with authority that the line ran between Granite City and Prairie City on its way to Mormon Island! Cool beans, kids!
Yeah, well. That has nothing to do with writing anything, 'specially in November. But it has everything to do with the sort of pleasure I get figuring this thing out. Plus it's more irrelevant historical data to harass grandkids with once I have some. And look at how things change. Granite City became Folsom, Prairie City became an offramp, and Mormon Island a forgotten spot underneath Folsom Lake. Can it get more evocative and romantic than that?
I know, but we're out in the back country where the digger pines sway clumsily over the middens, and the roads sigh with the passage of enormous family RVs. My needs are few.
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Neato! Re random followers. When I started the Anna blog the other month, I was excited to keep getting notices of followers until I realized most were these pyramid marketing dudes. I'm not sure how it works or where the money actually comes from or if the entire thing is a big fat lie, but they are these youngish guys who write upbeat self-help type essays and have fun pics. They get tons of likes and comments. Supposedly they've already retired to fucking Fiji with their hot girlfriend cuz they're pulling in 20k per month. From online voodoo. And you can too! Blargh.
Neato! Re random followers. When I started the Anna blog the other month, I was excited to keep getting notices of followers until I realized most were these pyramid marketing dudes. I'm not sure how it works or where the money actually comes from or if the entire thing is a big fat lie, but they are these youngish guys who write upbeat self-help type essays and have fun pics. They get tons of likes and comments. Supposedly they've already retired to fucking Fiji with their hot girlfriend cuz they're pulling in 20k per month. From online voodoo. And you can too! Blargh.
I'm delighted with the historical tidbits, personally. Nothing irritates me more than historical fiction or historical fantasy in which the historical part isn't. I AM LOOKING AT YOU, PHILIPPA GREGORY. I don't care how many books you've sold, it doesn't make you any less WRONG.
Anyway. As for doing it in little bits at a time, that's how NaNo gets done! In seven minute increments.
"No one who flies by without leaving comment is worth a damn."
I almost never leave comments. But, then, I'm only rarely worth a damn, so that works out nicely.
I lurve my fleeting flyby stalker with the anonymous proxy.
Everyone is worth a damn, and more, who occasionally says something. It's the readers if any who never ever say a thing that I could do without. Of course, that's a weird attitude, because I don't know about them, since I honestly don't care to look at visitor logs. Still, the idea annoys me. Join us, please. Don't just be glancing in the windows.
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