Of Lunatics and Asylums.

Whittingham Asylum 09 (Photo credit: nickcummins)]

My imagination while writing.

You know the quote:  “The lunatics have taken over the asylum!”  I hear it all the time in movies and TV, not to mention reading it in books.

For today’s post, let’s assume that my fictional characters are the lunatics, and the asylum is my mind.

Everyone on board?

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Of Camp NaNo & Self-Evaluation

Yes, I know; long time, no posting.  On with it, then!

We’re in the second week of the April edition of Camp NaNoWriMo.  Huzzah!  On the bright side, I’m loving the “create your own wordcount” idea.  Especially since I’m doing a non-fiction travel memoir on my time spent overseas, it’s helped me not be so stressed out about reaching the 50K mark.  I myself halved it down the middle:  25K.  I did it in part because I know me, and I know how I tend to write - sporadically.

Though if I had someone holding a gun to my head, it probably would be easier...

Though having a psychopath holding me at gunpoint would make consistency less of a problem!

On the down side, writing about That Time is…daunting.  Most of the time, I feel like I’m just rambling on for no reason.  Then thoughts like “What’s the point in revisiting the past in such excruciating detail?” starts sneaking into my mind.

The point, Inner Critic, is to revisit where I was in reality so that it’s easier to sort out the fiction I was creating at the time.

Some of it was created long before my China days, but there was just so much that developed during that time for my fantasy world that it’s hard for me to figure out what was written when, and where I was when certain characters came into being.

In other words, if I ever have any hope of sorting out my fiction in a way that makes sense to other people, I have to sort myself out first!  And Camp NaNo is the best way I can think of to facilitate that.

What do you think?  Do you think sorting out yourself as an artist and/or writer is important for your fiction?  Or is it better to simply accept what you’ve created as-is?  Leave a comment and let me know your thoughts!

On Being A Brooding Sim.

The Sims 3 is a PC game wherein one can create people, houses, and even entire towns to their specific liking.  You can give each adult person (or sim) up to five traits.  These traits can include anything from athletic to grumpy to workaholic.

About a year ago, they released an expansion called Supernatural.  It introduced such fun things as the ability for sims to be fairies, werewolves, and even ghosts!  It also released new traits, including “supernatural fan/skeptic”, “brooding”, and “proper”.

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Creativity and Impatience

To [write] fiction or non-fiction; THAT is the question!

To [write] fiction or non-fiction; THAT is the question!

 

Camp NaNo approaches!  Just another week, and it will be here!

I have to admit, I’ve been second-guessing my topic a lot lately.  While I know the memoir needs to be written, there are quite a few Lovecraftian-like monsters dwelling in there that I don’t want to unearth!

But still, I’m going to at least attempt it.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

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Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

1. Depending on what you’re wearing, you can either look borderline thin or borderline obese. One false move — one ill-fitting shirt or unflattering pair of jeans — and all of a sudden you’re FAT.

2. People who haven’t seen you in awhile tell you that you look “healthy” and then you cry because you know that just means that you have a fleshier mid-section.

3. Nothing fits exactly the way you want it to. And then when you want to wear something too big that hides your body, you just look even fatter. Only truly skinny people can look good in oversized clothing. If someone a little bit fat wears something that’s a size too big, it just looks like an unfortunate accident.

4. You start to wonder if strangers see you on the street and identify you as being fat. You don’t weigh enough to have it…

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Movie Review: “The Piano” (a.k.a., “Music For Crazy People”)

Cover of "The Piano"

Not Pictured:  A long, boring, subdued movie about uptight Victorians.

Author’s Note:  What is written below is more of a commentary on the story  and characters of this movie, and less an artistic review.  Apologies for any confusion!

So I’m up in the middle of the night, wanting to work on some writing stuff and character design.  Separately, I’ve been in the mood for a Victorian movie that doesn’t have a lot going on.  I’ve had The Piano on my Netflix queue for a while, and decided to check it out.

I will never get that two hours back, nor will I ever understand why piano music suddenly drove everyone in New Zealand mad.

For a synopsis, I’d like to direct you to the IMDB entry on this creep-fest.

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The Melatonin Motivation

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DAYTIME

Once again, I woke up entirely too late today.

Once again, upon waking, I realize how much of the day I’ve wasted in sleeping and dreaming.

There went my self-esteem, right out the window.  I had Plans for today.  Glorious Plans!  Like…that one thing where I…do….stuff….

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Camping Out for Spring Break

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Next month is Camp NaNoWriMo, April 2013 edition.  Huzzah!

Normally I would have blogged about this earlier, but alas, the affliction of woman was upon me.  In other words, I was too moody and irritable to write a proper post.  (Nowadays, that’s the only time I truly hate being female, but that’s another post for another time.)

But now that Aunt Irma (as the British say) has gone back home for another three weeks, I can tell all you good folks how very, very excited I am for April! Continue reading

The Liebster Honorary

So it seems I’ve been nominated for a Liebster award.   Thanks, RobynBlue! That’s pretty neat!  I don’t think I’ve been nominated for a blog award on TWN before.

Per the rules, here are all the elevensies required of nominees.

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Short Hair & Long Scarves

Photo credit: mgstanton

Here it is… [my] moment of Zen.

I was blown into the coffee shop by an obnoxious wind, a wind that did not care for the lesser people and things on the ground.  A wind that I perceived had a personal vendetta against me, given how difficult it was making it for me to open the door.  (The wind, in my perception, had not made it so difficult for the folks just in front of me; it was only I, and I alone, for whom the wind blew.)

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