"So now the end is near…" or something like that anyway, are the words from that old Sid Vicious classic, "My Way". There he is in his white tux jacket standing at the top of the big staircase crooning it out for all he's worth, for the opening lines anyway, then it's the Sex Pistols/punk/howl/thing that comes screeching out of his mouth.
Well, Sid did it his way, but that's not the way most of us choose to go out, in the Chelsea Hotel on bad heroin and in a bad way. But old Sid must have been pretty much D.O.A. when he checked into the hotel anyway – maybe even when he checked in with Malcolm and the boys back in the beginning. He was too much punk for most tastes – nihilism to the max – and made sure of the 'no future' part. Because in reality he didn't have much of a future and a part of him knew that, somewhere in that fucked up drug and alcohol riddled brain he knew after this – this being Nancy and the Chelsea Hotel – it was downhill on a bumpy roller coaster to hell.
So what's Sid got to do with anything, except that I was thinking about finishes and endings, and doing things the way you plan on it and the whole "My Way" thing popped into my head. Which of course brought the late Mr. Vicious to mind and caused my mind to start wandering down the path of the choices made that brought me here instead of maybe my version of his lonely hotel room and empty life.
Which in turn might prompt some among you to wonder what any of this has to do with NaNoWriMo Notes and the price of bread. Probably nothing about the latter, but something that my tortured brain says has to do with the former, at least in terms of bringing things to a close – ending – making a finish.
Last year in October, perhaps a little earlier in the month, I began the first of two projects that have preoccupied, if obsessions can be said to preoccupy, me for the greater part of the ensuing time. Bless Dr. Pat's head (former esteemed Books Editor for this site) for his forbearance, allowing a relatively green writer the freedom to sink or swim in the potential pool of self-indulgence that became "NaNoWriMo Notes".
Initial objectives of the series was to provide updates and reports on my progress in the November nuttiness known as the National Novel Writing Month. Of course with its now close to 75,000 participants worldwide, the National part of the title is obsolete, but why change a good name and all the memories of a young Robin Williams it evokes?
Article comments
1 - micki
So.....Will the NovemberNationalNovelWritingMonth continue?
You write a lot of words, some pretty, some witty, but always an over abundance that don't say too much.
2 - Catana
Good luck with this year's NaNo. I'm gearing up for my second try, for no other reason than that it's a great way to scratch the fiction itch.
3 - Countess Cherry Ramone
Sid Vicious didn't die at the Chelsea, he died in an apartment on the Lower East Side.