And see you next week for a nanowrimo update!
And see you next week for a nanowrimo update!
Not quite worth a thousand words, or I’d have written more than my share of novels by now….
Then Its time to do this! I discovered that writing daily isn’t that difficult, however, I don’t enjoy it as much as I thought when I’m not writing about the things that are on my mind to seriously write about. When I don’t block out the time to sit down and write so I can clearly form my thoughts and put together the posts I want to, I get frustrated and part of my frustration with these daily posts was the the inability to save a post half-finished and return to finish it the next day, or the next, and have something completed and that I could be proud of instead of pounded out and sloppy like these daily posts. I’m still looking forward to NaNoWriMo because I’m not pressuring myself for perfection in my writing. Fiction writing is about pounding it out nice and sloppy (insert dirty joke here) until you get it right (coincidentally, I misspelled that the first time around and had “until you get it write, Freudian? perhaps)
While I may not be posting daily on my blogs, I’ve proven that I’m not great at keeping that pace, I’ll get back to my routine of posting weekly to at least one of them. I have several backburner ideas and some recipes to share on my cooking blog and I’ll post some snippets of my NaNoWriMo work on my fiction blog. Look forward to more of my random wanderings here, and thanks for reading!
Good Night!
p.s. I’m sending my prayers out tonight to all my friends who have been touched by cancer recently, either personally or who have lost a family member. Tiphanie, I mourn the loss of your cousin with you. Tonie, bask in your family’s good news tonight as your mom takes one more step on the path to wellness. And sweet little Mazie, everyday you remind us that life is a precious miracle and a gift and that our children are never to be taken for granted for a moment. You have brought our community together in a way you won’t be able to understand for years to come, but I have faith in something great that you will be here in those coming years for us to tell you all that you have touched while you and your family have been going through your own private version of hell on earth. One day, when you are much older, I will hug you too tight, and you may wonder why, and I’ll share these feelings with you: You have given me the gift of being grateful that I know you and have had a chance to meet your sweet face and have taught me never, ever to take a moment with my Rom for granted. I’ll see you soon sweet Mazie!
October 25th and as of now I have missed three of thirty one days of blogging. November and NaNoWriMo are looming and I’ve scrapped two of my two novel ideas and moved onto a third which has Moo in the title and that dismays me. I broke down and ate Taco Bell yesterday which seemed to me to be a certain dismal failure after a week of unprocessed followed by a week and a half of semi healthier than ever eating. I spent yesterday in jeans that cut off all circulation below my ribs. I miss roller derby. I miss roller skating, period. I need to make some money before Christmas or everyone will be getting popcorn balls and half knit nubbly scarves. I made vegan pumpkin pie. My grandma is in town.
I’m going to bed.
Oh, and in case you’ve ever wondered, Mayo+mashers+cabbage=yum. Night!
Another short late post, but in good news dept I have whittled my novel ideas to two.
Bummer! Two days of missed posts! Well, I guess perfect takes practice. It’s late, I’ve been at a sugary sweet birthday party and a roller derby double header and I’m wiped. What a combo! I’m getting tired of October. I get myself into these months where I realize I’ve said “Yes” too many times and I need to get my game face back on and say “no” a little more to get some more me time on the calendar. Too many playdates, dinner dates, doing things for others and I find myself burnt out! I love to be with my friends and help my family but I accept that I have emotional limits on what I’m capable of doing before I hit my frazzle limit and I choose not to get there instead of waiting until I’m beyond it. Next month is NaNoWriMo and I am determined! I also want our small business to be successful and that means HARD WORK! Here’s a little snapshot from my day, Good Night!
Eleven more days of these Post a Days before NaNoWriMo starts. My posts will then be cut back to weekly, I’ll update here when I post in one of my other blogs, but I’ll be writing in another program for NaNo and posting tidbits when I feel like I need feedback.
Now I’m going to sit and watch Pride and Prejudice, the Colin Firth one, I’ve never seen it. I just realized today that I love this story. A lot. The End.
It’s Wednesday. I posted. Yea me!
Please read this post to it’s conclusion because it started out kinda lame and then I got to the point.
It’s because it’s so late. I wait until I’m dog tired (why do dogs get so tired anyway) and then I sit down to the computer and try to pound out my ideas from the day and my fingers are so tired they just sort of slur over the keyboard. I didn’t even know fingers could slur, but they can.
I’m a lover of the coincidence. This happened: I signed up for a direct sales business. I’m not going to go into what, that’s not for here. Part of it is in home shows. I’m nervous about my first show so my director invited me to shadow a show she was having tonight. She had never met the host. She gave me the address. It sounded really familiar. I called my director this afternoon to confirm the address was correct and we chatted a bit. She brought up the fact that I would probably know a few of the women at the show since one of the gals was a woman I knew through another friend and the woman hosting the show worked with this woman I knew. Interesting, I told my director. Well long story short, I showed up at the house and it was my sister-in-laws sister’s house. She was hosting, my sister-in-law was coming, as well as several of their family members and the woman I knew from before.
It was totally random. I got to see my nephew, who is two months old, and my brother-in-law, who showed up at the end of the party. I’d been looking for a sign that I’d made the right decision and I’m taking this as a “yep”. So that’s my random post for the night. I’m determined to get a good night’s sleep tonight because tomorrow is punkin day at the school and I’m a volunteer.
Nothing profound about this post. Well, I guess just this.
We are still “Crazy for Mazie” so please so my previous post about the fundraisers for this little girl and her family to help out there. I hear a lot of politics lately, about who should be taking care of the sick and the poor and the out of work, etc. Well I realized something with this situation my friends are in. We would be helping them no matter what. If they had insurance or a million dollars in the bank we would still be having bake sales and spaghetti feeds in Mazie’s honor. Those of us who are doing these fundraisers and helping out aren’t doing it just because there is a financial need to be met, which, in this case, there is. We are doing it because when something like this happens, you have to do something, and you just don’t know what else to do. How else do you help parents who are going through this? You can’t sympathize if you haven’t been there. You can’t imagine what it would be like, you don’t even want to. So you act. You bake. You make spaghetti. You pray and thank God that your family is healthy and then feel guilty and then you bake some more. In the end, when we look back, when Mazie is home with her family and raising a family of her own, no one will remember the numbers. We won’t be quoting the financials at her high school graduation. But all of us will remember that she brought us together and made us think about something higher than ourselves, greater than ourselves and when the time came for us to do something, we did.
I really need to get up early and spend a little more time on these daily posts. I hope I have it in me for the NaNoWriMo in November! 1667 words a day is looking pretty killer at this point. Especially when I’m barely sneaking in fifty in the nick of time today!
Oh, and we just had a an earthquake. No really. Check it out.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 