Tuesday, November 1, 2011
NaNoWriMo: Word Count at 11PM of Day 1
3620
Last time I made a whole 600 words before my MacBook crashed.
This year I am sitting on that Inner Critic bitch and not letting her talk. She gets to talk again in December, or when I write all the summaries for work.... which I am planning on knocking drafts out on this weekend.....
Now I am off to read until I get to sleep.
Sleep has been eluding me the past couple of nights. However, tomorrow I have to travel several counties away for a training so definitely need my sleep....
Last time I made a whole 600 words before my MacBook crashed.
This year I am sitting on that Inner Critic bitch and not letting her talk. She gets to talk again in December, or when I write all the summaries for work.... which I am planning on knocking drafts out on this weekend.....
Now I am off to read until I get to sleep.
Sleep has been eluding me the past couple of nights. However, tomorrow I have to travel several counties away for a training so definitely need my sleep....
Rereading will be strongly discouraged from now on....
Day Two approaches in less than 4 hours and I have already stumbled upon a rule, I'd better observe: not rereading my words.
Overall I like some of my imagery. However, I am already wondering about where this thing is going.
However, I am choosing not to worry about that. It will go where it goes. It already has started taking on a life of its own, which is the only way I am going meet word count anyway, so I am going to enjoy it and move on.
This does not need to be an exercise in perfection - or even editing.
It is only an exercise in persistence.
Overall I like some of my imagery. However, I am already wondering about where this thing is going.
However, I am choosing not to worry about that. It will go where it goes. It already has started taking on a life of its own, which is the only way I am going meet word count anyway, so I am going to enjoy it and move on.
This does not need to be an exercise in perfection - or even editing.
It is only an exercise in persistence.
Monday, October 31, 2011
NaNoWriMo, or why I am either brave, stupid or both
It's not as if I have the time. For anything.
I mean, at this moment if I am to get the wild hair and want to take a bath, it requires a multiplicity of steps of gathering the biggest pans, boiling water, and scraping the nasty crap out of the tub left from the great unwashed before me...
So saying I have gotten the wild hair to participate in NaNoWriMo, to pretend to indulge my fantasy of being some kind of writer, to do something creative, to try to break out of my mundane workaday world of typing my ass off on dry service summaries which no one but auditors ever read...
Well, if I attempt this, I am crazy.
Never tried to deny it.
So here I am, poised a mere 64 minutes before the official beginning of NaNoWriMo, and typing away on my faithful if fickle blog.
The ground for my musings - whether they be philosophical ramblings about my personal recovery from codependency/food addiction/laziness/bitchiness/self-centeredness/excessive use of profanity/bitterness or my opinions about the REAL writers's works I am having the privilege of reading....
Well, this ground might be kind of quiet for the next month or so.
I will try to check in periodically if for no other reason than post reviews or word counts.
And who knows? maybe the next time I start blogging here I might actually write something worth reading.
Stranger things have happened.
I mean, at this moment if I am to get the wild hair and want to take a bath, it requires a multiplicity of steps of gathering the biggest pans, boiling water, and scraping the nasty crap out of the tub left from the great unwashed before me...
So saying I have gotten the wild hair to participate in NaNoWriMo, to pretend to indulge my fantasy of being some kind of writer, to do something creative, to try to break out of my mundane workaday world of typing my ass off on dry service summaries which no one but auditors ever read...
Well, if I attempt this, I am crazy.
Never tried to deny it.
So here I am, poised a mere 64 minutes before the official beginning of NaNoWriMo, and typing away on my faithful if fickle blog.
The ground for my musings - whether they be philosophical ramblings about my personal recovery from codependency/food addiction/laziness/bitchiness/self-centeredness/excessive use of profanity/bitterness or my opinions about the REAL writers's works I am having the privilege of reading....
Well, this ground might be kind of quiet for the next month or so.
I will try to check in periodically if for no other reason than post reviews or word counts.
And who knows? maybe the next time I start blogging here I might actually write something worth reading.
Stranger things have happened.
All Wound Up: The Yarn Harlot Writes for a Spin by Stephanie Pearl-McPheeMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
It's been a while since I've read Stephanie Pearl-McPhee or her blog, so I had forgotten how jealous I am of her knitting skills. Having tucked my bitterness away, I proceeded on with her latest.
Having said that, I have to say I enjoyed this collection much more than her last effort because it was, gasp, a bit "darker" - and it's not as if she has gone serial yarn killer or anything - than her other works. In this volume her musings are more about the darker side of her personality: she is "All Wound Up," so to speak, and it is refreshing to know that sweet smiling woman is just as bitter as I am about several things. Beloved and faithful appliances choking out their last when the household budget can ill-afford it, idiots making inane remarks regarding her knitting in public, and heart-crushing sadness. She also touches on the less finer points of dealing with daughters, adolescent dating, and determining whether one's penchant for fiber qualifies as an addiction. The Yarn Harlot is nothing if not humorous, and this is humor to which I can relate.
I can forecast that some fans may complain that there are more topics than just the love of knitting. Yet this is just what I feel makes this collection stronger than earlier efforts. No matter what the topic, she knits it all together with love, laughter and yarn.
Well done.
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