(Still) Writing

As I sit in my ridiculously warm living room (with all of the lights off in an effort to cool it down a little) I'm struggling a little to come up with what I should write about. I've just spent the last 30-45 minutes clicking random websites I have bookmarked, going over the small amount of things I did today in my brain, and reading blog posts by other bloggers I follow. While the act of simply blogging every day for BEDA has been difficult, I've found the most difficult part is trying to come up with something new to write about each day. When you're only blogging once every few weeks/months every blog can easily be, "Whoops! I haven't blogged in a while, but here's a long list of things I've done and I promise I'll blog again soon," so it's not that difficult. The things I've been reading and the things I've been doing actually change when I only blog every few weeks, so things sound more exciting.

Except when you're blogging every day you realize you do the same things every day and you've been reading the same thing for the past three weeks.

So then I try coming up with other things to say, things that aren't based on events that actually happened. Although, today I did go over to a friend's house expecting a third friend to show up, but we didn't communicate with the third friend well so we had to call. And aforementioned call woke her up. Then, I failed at playing Cooking Mama on my friend's Wii. I also borrowed a copy of Ocarina of Time for GameCube because apparently you can play GameCube games on a Wii (once you get a gamecube controller and a gamecube memory card, which is fine with me. I've been meaning to get those anyway).

But another thing happened today made me grateful for BEDA. That friend we woke up with that phone call? Her older sister has been working on a novel for a while now (I'd heard about it a few times from my friend and my friend's sister, in addition to being updated on its status from the sister's blog/twitter) and apparently it's finished. Barring grammar and other sorts of smaller editing sorts of things. In the general sense of the word, it's finished.

Which then reminded me of my own projects that I meant to work on a lot more this summer and how I've been spending a lot more time playing video games and knitting/crocheting than I have writing. And writing was a big thing I wanted to do this summer. Yes, a revision of my first Nanowrimo novel has been in the works, but it's definitely been more of a back burner project. But what has been nice about BEDA is that it's something that makes me write every day. It's something that makes me think about writing, and then once it's written putting that writing on the internet (which, honestly, should be more frightening than it sometimes is. Although, a small audience definitely makes it easier).

Then again, this BEDA project isn't even half way over yet, so by day 20 I may be singing a different tune. For now, however, I'm happy that I'm writing again. Even if it doesn't (always) involve swords or epic quests.

(Still)Currently Reading: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (but I've also started City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare)

(Still)Currently Playing: Star Ocean: The Last Hope (I'm finally on the world where you get to capture a GIANT pink bunny so you can ride it over this quicksand desert. Except I'm also at the point of the game where the hero is questioning his life/decisions/motives/etc so he's a bit... depressed at the moment. Which is not so fun)

A final side note on today's blog: To be fair to myself, my friend's sister has been working on her novel for seven years, and has also lived longer and has had more experiences than I've had. All of these being things that I know writers need in order to be better. The point of this post wasn't to complain about myself or lament anything, but to be happy about simply writing and also that I'm happy for my friend's sister. Writing first draft is no easy task, let alone writing seven drafts of a novel over seven years.