Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Brace yourselves, NaNo is coming...

In just a few short hours I will be embarking in the yearly month of caffeine driven brain farts and hand cramps, also known as National Novel Writing Month. For some (that’s me) 50000 words in one month can be stressful. It’s time to lay down some ground rules for myself.

My NaNoWriMo rules:

  1. You do not have to stay up till midnight writing on the first day if you feel sleepy. Or any other day. You have to work the next day and unfortunately don’t have the privilege to stay home and write all day with nap breaks.
  2. No writing at work. Multitasking to that degree stresses you out and you get so distracted even on slow days that you’d write like four words anyway. Relax. You can write when you clock out.
  3. You must write every day. None of that ‘it’s been a long day’ or ‘I’ll make it up tomorrow’ nonsense. You know you’re lying. One page, one paragraph, one sentence. That’s all I’m asking.
  4. Don’t make yourself get up early. You hate getting up early. You’ll stare at the page wishing you were sleep and write an amount of words that wasn’t worth it. Get your sleep.
  5. Don’t make yourself stay up late. You love staying up late. But the less sleep you get the more likely you’ll stop to stare at the page and write an amount of words that wasn’t worth it. Sound familiar? Seriously, GET YOUR SLEEP.
  6. You don’t have to be out of the house just to get stuff done. Except for write-ins, those are pretty productive. But if you can’t make it to one don’t use that as an excuse. You can write at home to.
  7. Really though, just have fun. It’s not homework. No one is going to be mad or let down if you don’t make 50k. Just do the thing

Saturday, January 27, 2018

I did the thing!

I'm awesome at starting things. I get ideas and I plan and I research and I get so pumped. It's like the first day the pools open in summer. It's refreshing. I jump in with both feet.

But then the pool gets crowded, all the floaties are taken, and your goggles start fogging up. You get out to try jumping in again but things keep floating where you're about to jump and your suit is all wet and heavy and...

I digress. My point is that while ideas are new and exciting it takes a lot of work to keep that momentum up. Life happens, you get to a hard part of the plot, new ideas, other goals and deadlines, and unsurpassable plot holes, just to name a few.

So when I wrote the closing scene of a story that I had going for years IT WAS SUCH A RELIEF. I'd been fighting with ideas for this thing, letting other ideas get me distracted, and just plain life happened so there are plenty of months where it just collected dust but it was always on my mind.

Finishing it was like when you finally drag yourself out of the pool and relax on your towel. It's like breaking open that cooler you packed and getting yourself a snack. Like getting comfortable with a good book while the sun warms you back up.

I mean that it's reaaaally nice to not have my brain running on one thing now. I've gotten distracted by how much fun it is to start things that I've forgotten how cool it is to finish them. Perhaps I need a Lazy River Method. You know, those skinny pools that go in a circle around a water park? How people get in and just float but the currant keeps them moving around and around that part of the park? I need a way to stay relaxed about a project but be always moving forward.

Anywho, I hope I figure something out soon because while it's nice here on my beach towel for now that pool is looking mighty tempting again.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

What's New?

New day, new month, new year.

Its that time of year where people turn over their figurative leaves in hopes of bringing good changes into their lives. Or perhaps hope to do something cool that they never tried before so as to broaden their horizons.

Or perhaps theres some people I know *cough me cough* that make bold statements and follow through with them in rose colored glasses.... for all of two weeks or so when they then throw all their motivation into the void.

I've stopped making resolutions. I use to be really big on it. I even had a notebook one year (or one month if you want to be precise about it).  But I never kept with them, these resolutions.

That doesn't mean I've stopped trying new things or trying to better myself through whatever means. It's just now I'm finding new ways to motivate myself since essentially writing myself rules to follow was not working.

New things are coming to this blog. (How many times have you heard that though? Ha.) Maybe not with any regularity or consistent content themes but they're coming and they'll be here. Just keep me away from any voids.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

This Kind of Dark

Something about the dark.
That 'too dark' dark.  You blink but nothing changes kind of dark.
Can't see your own hand kind of dark.
You go to bed at night?  You can handle that dark.  Shadows unnerve you there but they're welcome because a shadow lingering means a light's presence.
The moon, a street lamp, not in this kind of dark.
A window means no mercy in this kind of dark.
No familiar shapes in this kind of dark.
It's like a wrapping paper on a present your not sure you want to see inside.  It's a knife in a hand you don't trust. This kind of dark is not what gives you pause.
It's what's behind it.

Happy Halloween everyone.  :). Stay safe.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Haunted Drabble #2

Everyone has a go to shirt. The shirt that they change in to to relax at the end of the day. The shirt that gives you that boost of confidence you need to get through the day. That work shirt. That paint shirt. That go to shirt.

Alice had put one of her shirts away.

It was customary to wear black to funerals and that is what she did. However, her choices were limited and a wave of misfortune through her family and friends led her to using one shirt in particular quite often.

Though like a painters shirt collects splatters of color it seemed that Alice's shirt collect something from the each service. Every time she'd see the shirt it would bring a memory. Each one feeling fresh enough to cause her to return it to the hanger.

She convinced herself one day that she was being silly and wore the shirt for no special occasion. She was given an occasion a week later from that day.

That shirt was tainted. Alice wasn't one for superstitions but she didn't let a trend go unnoticed. That shirt was put away.

In fact, Alice was unaware that she still had it until she had some misfortune herself and was visited in the hospital.

Her sister was wearing Alice's shirt.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

October Scribbles - Haunted Drabbles

October seems to be the month that gets my creative juices flowing. It must be the NaNoWriMo in the air. Being involved with two writer's groups must help too.

We've been taking inspiration from all things creepy because Halloween is on the brain, so I thought why not post some of the spooky things that come from this? Last week, in the high school writer's club I co-lead, we played with six word stories. I'll leave you with the two I came up with. Happy reading/writing/NaNo Planning and Plotting/spooking.

Her grave had two dates now.

None came to his second funeral.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Ants In Your Pants- A to Z Challenge 2017 #1

"What are you doing?"
"Picking up rolly pollys."
Tony leaned over to see them skittering over Lizzie's hand just as the teacher blew the whistle.
"Here."  Lizzie pulled on his pocket and stuffed her buggy hand in.
"Be still!  I don't have enough room in my pockets."
"You're taking these inside?  To the classroom?"
"Yeah.  How else am I gonna get them home?"
Tony rolled his eyes and helped her.

Inside, they both agreed to empty their pencil boxes and make a home for their new friends.
"Get your books ready and remember the desk check for points later."
The messy prone groaned while the organizers pumped fists.  Tony and Lizzie gave eachother a look. If they took their stuff out and stuck it in their desk then they would cost their group points.  Lizzie sat down carefully and Tony followed suit.

They got through the day, got their groups points, and Lizzie was ready to rush out the door when her name was called.  Her mom asked how her day was while trying not to notice her wiggle in her seat.
Homework.  Wiggle. Dinner.  Scratch.  How could these little things be so itchy?

"Ok.  Off to the shower."
"Ok!"  She all but ran from the table.

As soon as she was ready for the shower she felt better.  Lizzie peeked into her pockets and nudged the little bugs around and they rolled back and forth but eventually uncurled themselves and moved around.

"Ok, good.  Just stay put.  You're almost home."

Her mother came in and over the sound of the water running on Lizzie's head she could hear a muffled scream.

"Elizabeth Jane!  Why are there bugs in your pants?"

"Mom!  Don't step on them!  Don't step on them!"

"You are NOT keeping these in my house.  You will get out of that shower and get these outside."

"Ah man..."

Perhaps she could get a box to keep them in her desk at school.  Maybe she would ask later.  She didn't think now was the time.