WRITING/PODCASTING A NOVEL IN 30 DAYS NOV 21


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National Novel Writing and Podcast Posting Month 2021

Welcome friend to Create Art Podcast where I help you tame your inner critic and create more than we consume. I am Timothy Kimo Brien your thankful head instigator with over 20 years in arts and education. How I accomplish this is by providing you with commentary, interviews, discussions, and projects that will inspire you to create art. This month I will be podcasting daily and writing a novel in 30 days. I am participating in NaPodPoMo and NaNoWriMo again this year as I did last year and you can hear those episodes here. You will be able to listen and read along to what I wrote for the day. I like to practice what I preach when it comes to art so I am challenging myself to write and having you come along for the ride. It is my hope this inspires you to accomplish your goals with your art and if you would like to share what you are doing email me at timothy@createartpodcast.com

History of NaNoWriMo and NaPodPoMo

NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month began in 1999 as a daunting but straightforward challenge: to write 50,000 words of a novel in thirty days. Now, each year on November 1, hundreds of thousands of people around the world begin to write, determined to end the month with 50,000 words of a brand new novel. They enter the month as elementary school teachers, mechanics, or stay-at-home parents. They leave novelists.

NaPodPoMo: NaPodPoMo* is a month-long event along the same vein as National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. The difference? Well, instead of writing a 50,000-word novel, you podcast every day for 30 days from November 1st-30th. Use any platform you desire. From full production studio to iPhone app and just about anything in between. The goal is to use the challenge of podcasting daily as a form of podcasting boot camp.

The Writing So Far

21 Nov 2021    daily count 831 cumulative count 30151 

Carl kissed Cheryl deeply this time. He had never kissed anyone this deeply and did not want it to stop. He knew he had to go so he broke off the kiss and headed for the door. Looked back at Cheryl as he opened the front door and said, “I love you; I’ll be careful I promise.” He made it down the stair and got into his car as quickly as he could move. That is when the tears started forming in his eyes. He was afraid he was about to lose everything he had worked his life for. He knew intellectually that at some point everything would end for him. In the past he tried to mentally prepare himself for that day and had pushed enough people aside and out of his life that he felt that his demise would affect few people. But now the feeling of dread at losing what he had accidentally made in the past few days was about to disappear. A determination that he had not felt since before the diagnosis returned, and now he felt he was fighting for his life.  

The traffic was noticeably light as it was almost midnight. Carl was able to make it to the hospital quicker than any other time he had gone there. He drove his car into the emergency room parking lot and tried to find Carmine or Nate’s vehicle. When he saw Carmine’s car he parked as close as he could to it. Shutting off his car he ran to the blindingly lit entrance and saw a few people mulling around the waiting room. No one was in line to see the nurse at the check in desk, so he went straight to her.  

“My brother Nate was brought in here a little while ago by his wife Carmine. Can I see them,” asked Carl in a very hurried tone? 

“Yes, Carmine is waiting for you in the back. I’ll meet you over by the door I need to buzz you in,” said the nurse. She got up from her chair and went over to the door where Carl heard a buzz, and he grabbed the door to open it. “Just follow me, he got in here not too long ago and the doctor is going to be seeing him shortly if he hasn’t already.” 

Carl hated hospitals, they had a certain smell he could not quite articulate, but always made him feel ill. This hospital was the same as the others he had been in. He tried to calm himself by trying to memorize the path they were taking to see Nate. By the time they had turned for a fifth time, he knew this was a lost cause, he would never remember how to get back to the front and to his car.  

When they got to the room the nurse went in first,” Your brother is here to see you, is Nate decent,” asked the nurse to both Nate and Carmine? 

“Thank you for getting here so quickly,” said Carmine. “Here have a seat, I need to grab some coffee for both of us.” 

“What happened, has he seen a doctor yet, what’s going on,” asked Carl worriedly? 

Nate was in the bed propped up and attached to wires monitoring his vitals and a mask giving him oxygen. There were beeps every few seconds and Nate looked like he was asleep. Carmine embraced Carl and said, “I am not sure what happened. I heard a thump like a body hitting the floor from Nate’s main floor office and I found him on the floor. He could not talk, and it looked like he was in pain. I got him up and the kids helped me get him into the car. I messaged you, raced to the emergency room, and got him checked in. They brought him back right away thinking it might have been a heart attack or stroke and they checked his vitals and it all checked out that he was fine. I am just waiting on the doctor, and they say they will keep him overnight for observation. I know it’s going to be a late night; can you check in on the kids for me tonight, I am just a wreak,” said Carmine? 

“Okay I am sorry for peppering you with questions when I got here, I know you don’t need that,” said Carl apologetically.  

“I understand, he is your brother and is helping you out with Myra and Cheryl. I am going to grab some coffee for both of us, you still take it black right,” asked Carmine? 

“Yeah, black as my soul,” replied Carl attempting to bring some humor to the situation. “Is he awake or on anything?” 

“He is awake, just exhausted, I am sure. He might be dozing off. I told him to cut back his hours from seventy to sixty, “said Carmine. She left the room and headed out to grab coffee from the cafeteria or vending machine.  

Reaching Out

To reach out to me, email timothy@createartpodcast.com I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. If you would like to be on the show or have me discuss a topic that is giving you trouble write in and lets start that conversation.

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