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
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“I make it a point to leave my nuclear missiles at home. usually,” joked Cheryl.
“Well, let’s head out and have a great day,” said Carl.
Cheryl and Myra went to Cheryl’s car and Carl headed toward his, he looked at her car and took in a deep breath. He knew this would be a long and hard day and even though he did get better sleep last night, he still wasn’t one hundred percent better from yesterday. It usually took a day or two to fully recover from his episodes and lately it had been taking almost a full two days before he was feeling up to anything.
It was about 8:45 when they started to head out. Carl took the lead and Cheryl was close behind. Carly wasn’t a big fan of traveling in a convoy like this because when he was in the lead, the person behind either didn’t keep up or another car got between them. If Carl was following oft times he would follow to far back and get caught at red lights or other cars would cut him off and he wouldn’t be able to see where the lead car was going. This added to his anxiety about what was going to happen today. He was playing a podcast through the car speakers to keep his mind otherwise occupied. It was working, he was really getting into the conversation about unknown jazz musicians when the hos started talking about Grover Brecht. His heart skipped a few beats, and his skin became cold and clammy. “Dammit, I thought I told you to stop fucking with me,” he said to the voices coming out of his speakers. He was gripping the wheel in a death grip and started to lose feeling in his fingers. He could feel his jaw clench and his anger begin to boil. That’s when out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Cheryl was flashing her lights at him. He saw a gas station ahead and pulled into the parking lot near the entrance making sure that Cheryl had a spot to park next to him. She pulled up next to him on his passenger side and rolled down her window. He rolled down the window on the passenger side to hear what Cheryl was saying.
“No worries, just forgot to grab something to drink and Myra needs to go to the bathroom. We’ll be right back, do you want anything,” Cheryl asked?
“I’m find, I have a bottle of water, do you want me to come in with you,” asked Carl?
“We can manage, be back in a sec,” replied Cheryl.
As Carl sat in his car and waited, he switched off the podcast and turned on the local NPR station. They were having their yearly pledge drive. He almost turned it off and put a different podcast on when the announcer started talking about local news. He felt guilty as he usually did because he was not a supporter of the station and wondered if with his new life he should start to contribute, but that thought was pushed away when he thought about how much kids cost to raise. The announcer started talking about a man found in a hotel room the next town over. The police speculated that it was a suicide since there was no signs of foul play and the man had no luggage. The announcer gave the name of the man, Harold McKenzie and the description matched Myra’s father. There was no mention of a child in the report and Carl hoped that Cheryl didn’t listen to the NPR station. He quickly turned it off and found another podcast he had subscribed to; it was from a guy in Canada, and the stories he told were unbelievable. He was hoping that the story the host was telling would distract him until he got to his brother’s house. They were still about 30 minutes away.
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