Yeah, I know. It’s been awhile.
But don’t worry…I’ve not fallen by the wayside. Not too far, anyway.
I should start this by saying out loud that I had no intention of doing anything like a NANOWRIMO. I was in the middle of this science fiction thing, you see? That science fiction thing I’ve been wrangling for a couple months now and was just maybe-kinda getting to the point with where I was ready to have that break-through that was going to get me to the end. I had no _need_ for another project. No interest. No. None. no NANOWRIMO for me, thank you.
And then came November 10, and I started looking at a baseball sim league.
[ Aside ]: for the uninitiated, a baseball sim league is a computer simulation of baseball wherein totally real human beings run totally fake teams of totally fake players. This is not to be confused with Fantasy baseball, wherein a bunch of totally fake humans create totally fake teams out of totally real players. [ /Aside ]
I love baseball sims, and this one was really interesting–a group of guys and a fake construct that included a “replacement” US major league system with a Japanese wing, and baseball in Mexico, San Juan, and the Dominican Republic. That was interesting as all get-out.
And then …
There’s this writing component to being part of that league. And, well, I got an idea about a tour of the ball parks in it…I got to thinking about how a kid getting out of school with nothing to do might find his way from park-to-park, he might have a buddy and together they might get into a little trouble
here and a little trouble there, and they might … I wrote it down. Words began to flow in ways I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t want to if I tried.
And so …
It’s 18 days later and I’ve got about 30K words down and there are maybe another 15 or 20K to go. Yeah, I know that’s small for a novel. Screw it. It is what it is. Maybe it’ll be a little bigger in second draft, maybe not. It’s a baseball story, natch. And it’s got a bit of travelogue, with a bit of Thelma and Louise, a shake of On the Road, a flavor of Field of Dreams, and maybe even a hint of the Sopranos. Who can tell right now? It’s baseball, right?
All I can say for sure is that I’m having a blast and that words are rolling from the moment I sit down until the moment I pry my fingers off the keyboard. It’s a wave, you see. A wave of words. And, baby, I’mma so gonna ride it.