November is NaNoWriMo month, aka National Novel Writing Month. I think I’m going to take the leap and try writing a new novel. I’ve got a little bit of time to decide what genre I want to do.
I haven’t written a full length book since I jumped into NaNoWriMo in 2008. That book still needs a pretty big rewrite of the last third. There’s a lot I like about it, but the end falls flat. I may or may not pick it up again and polish it off.
I think I’m in the mood to get back to suspense. I’ve mentioned that I listen to audiobooks when running. One of the best recent “reads” was Marisha Pessl’s Night Film. The tone reminds me of the 40s private eye movies with Humphrey Bogart (I love me some Bogie). The novel never goes where you expect it to, which was marvelous. One downside to listening to this one is that it has a lot of interactive features that I didn’t take advantage of while listening. I’ve since purchased the hardcover and plan to dig into the fun stuff.
I’m currently listening to Stephen King’s latest, Doctor Sleep, which is his only sequel (The Shining, which I read at age nine — explains a bit about why I’m so weird). I’ve listened to a lot of Uncle Stevie’s books, my favorite by far being The Green Mile.
I started listening to Doctor Sleep the last four miles of my 13.1 mile run yesterday. The first three miles kind of sucked because I was sore from my strength training session the day before. It’s funny how those aches and tiredness can fade away if you stick with it a little longer. My run was very slow, but solid. No breaks and fairly consistent pace.
In reading other running blogs, I’m surprised at how truly consistent some runners are with their pace. There was one chick who ran something like 6:53, 6:58, 6:52, 7:00, who said she was all over the place. Lol. I would kill to be that inconsistent. Heck, even at a slower speed. To me consistent is within 30 seconds. Maybe I’ll get better with time. Yesterday was within 15 seconds. I was quite proud.
Anyway, while I was listening to Doctor Sleep, at one point the description of a sorta dead body was especially graphic, and I said aloud: “Ewwwwww.” I couldn’t help but think how funny that would’ve been if I did that during a race where someone could hear me. Do you suppose that I will get kicked out of my Disney race for listening to Stephen King in “the happiest place on earth”? The idea makes me perversely happy.
I feel good today after my long run. I got up early (for me, meaning 8:00am) to do 5.4 miles on the treadmill before hopping in the car to Boston to see my kiddo for Parents Weekend. We’re taking him and his roommate to get Mexican tonight, his request.
My husband is now listening to Night Film and really enjoying it too. We have it on in the car, and the story is good enough that I don’t mind listening again so soon after finishing. I want to get the book’s catch phrase “sovereign, deadly, perfect” on a t-shirt.
Tomorrow I’m going to try to convince him to run a few miles on Commonwealth Avenue with me. He got another phone call from the news media today. It’s so bizarre. SUNY has asked him to give a lecture on his Channel crossing experience. I knew it was a cool thing he did, that the number of people swimming the channel is fewer than those cresting Mt Everest, but all this attention was unexpected. I teased him about being famous. He rolled his eyes at me.
Yesterday, as I was groaning when I got up from the sofa because my quads and abs and pectorals were sore, I asked my husband, “What kind of idiot hurts herself on purpose?”
“An athlete,” he responded.
The stress of the summer months is easing. It’s good to be getting back into a more normal schedule. And sleeping in my own bed. Even so, I’m jealous of those runners at the Runners World Festival.
Anyone else listen to books while exercising? Good books to recommend? Anyone doing NaNoWriMo?