Daily Wordcount and Prompt

Daily Word Count:  2,710 words.

Daily Prompt (from Camp NaNo care package):

Dare of the Day

Your character has places to go and people to see; they need to get somewhere fast! Then, just as they’re ready to make a move, their travel plans are foiled. Whether missing a bus or train, dealing with a dead car battery, or combating an ornery dragon taxi service, how does your protagonist handle the stress of plans gone awry? — Shelby Gibbs

Gotta keep writing!

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”.

I am, without a doubt, a brooding sim. Read more

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?

Right. Read more

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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! Read more

Short Hair & Long Scarves

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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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The Dream Job Motivation

DREAM JOBS

Ever since October, I’ve been wondering what I should do as a career.  I was miserable at my old job!  So miserable that I was getting increasingly angry with Jon Acuff for telling me to give my best at my day job so I could give my best to my dream job.

There were a couple of problems with that.  (1) I didn’t have a clear-cut dream job to work on, other than the vague notion to one day get something published; (2) I’m prone to heavy bouts of depression which can come on despite one’s best efforts to keep it at bay.

Both of these problems have started resolving themselves.  I’ve realized that, while Jon is technically right, one must sometimes get away from the truly horrible situation and cleanse oneself of all the bad mojo before one can think clearly enough to plan for something better.  As a close friend of mine told me recently, “It’s amazing how a bad job can mess with your head!”  And, you know….she’s right.  Just like an abusive boyfriend or torture in a prison camp, a bad job can mess with your head in ways that actually prevent you from moving forward.  If you have to take meds to stay on an even keel even in a GOOD situation, it’s even worse.  Thus I suspect that Mr. Acuff most likely does not struggle with emotional problems beyond feeling a bit too proud of himself at times.  (This isn’t a burn; he’s blogged about this on multiple occasions.)

Let's avoid becoming this woman, shall we..?
Let’s avoid becoming this woman, shall we..?

That being said, God’s given me the opportunity to earn an Associate’s Degree in graphic design, and I’m-a takin’ it!  As far as it looks right now, I can take free classes at the school my husband works at, and will only have to pay for books and such.  (Which, if available, I’ll be getting online for MUCH cheaper than they are in-store, hopefully!)

I’m not giving up on my fiction, but realistically I can’t depend solely on that alone to sustain me financially.  And if I must have a day job, then I need a creative one that doesn’t involve listening to angry people on the phone all day.

I did consider other writerly jobs….journalism, technical manual writing, etc….but it just doesn’t interest me.  In fact, it sounds like another recipe for a horrible job that I loathe from my core!  I’d rather go out and pick corn in the fields all day than do that.

I can’t tell you if Graphic Design is my “dream job”.  I’m not even sure such a thing exists for me any more.  But if it promises to be creative, and allows me the freedom to do what I want with my clothes and hair (for the most part), and provides a better paycheck in the meantime, then that sounds pretty dreamy to me!

So, what about you good folks?  Do you think Dream Jobs exist?  What would YOU like to do?  Are you working towards that?  

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So I didn’t update yesterday.  I blame Eve’s Curse.  Forgive me, dear Readers!

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Stephen King Isn’t A Satanist

STEPHEN KING QUOTE

For as long as I can remember, Stephen King has been a part of my fictional world.

Not literally, of course; I do not personally know the man, nor have I spoken to him.  I’ve never been to a book signing of his.  The closest I’ve gotten to meeting him is a rather twitchy woman in an auto repair shop in Dixielad claiming to have known him once.  Intimately.  (Like I said…she was twitchy.)

Despite this, I feel like I might as well have known him personally, for as much as his fiction has been a part of my family’s library since long before I was born.  So, when I say I was somewhat raised around SK, I want you to understand my full meaning.

For a long time, SK’s material freaked me out, partially due to reactions from family, and partially because the man’s stories are often quite freaky.  It wasn’t until my late twenties that I decided to give his novels a real go, starting with The Dark Tower.

So.  Much.  Wasted.  Time.  I could have been reading him all along!  I could have started realizing that the craziest novel ideas are often the best, no matter how crappy I may think they are.

I could have realized, too, that just because a book has foul language in it occasionally doesn’t mean it should be avoided at all costs.  As a young Christian, this is what I believed:  Avoid it all, because it may cause you yourself to slip up, to say a word that may be displeasing to the Lord.

Don’t misunderstand me; I don’t think God likes foul language any more than I do, but I *do* think there’s such a thing as taking things too far.  What SK’s books did for me, I couldn’t have found in a Christian book store.  And trust me, I tried.  Hard.

But the same rawness, the same delving into the darkest part of humanity to find that the light still exists, the same assurance that mere humans can still conquer evil….I couldn’t find that in Lifeway.

Is there foul language?  Of course!  But if I’m going to try and completely avoid foul language, I’d have to actively avoid all my family members.  And that’s simply not what Christ has called me to do.

Is there disturbing imagery?  Ohh, man, like you wouldn’t believe!  But, let’s be honest with ourselves:  The Bible itself has disturbing imagery.  (If you’ve never sat down and really visualized some of the more violent, disturbing things in the Bible, I highly recommend it.  Sit down, and really think about what happened during the ten plagues of Egypt.  Look up pictures of boils, or think about what a swarm of locusts would look and feel like.  It will completely change your perspective.)

But, along with all of that, there’s also the story of Good vs. Evil.  Of overcoming fear with courage.  Of standing up to that bully.  So on and so forth.

Will these books help you in your walk with Christ?  I honestly can’t answer that.  I *can* say that they haven’t turned me into a demon-worshiping Satanist yet…but they’ve definitely put the fear of evil in me, as well as a healthy appreciation for all things of the Light.

And, in the end, isn’t that what a good book is supposed to do for Christians?

Question For The Reader:  What Stephen King books/movies have you read/seen?  Did you enjoy them?  Did they scare you?  Analyze that fear!

The Coughatory Upset

COLD MEDICINE

For most of this week, my body has been trying to catch a cold.  It’s no surprise; the weather down here in Dixieland has been pretty nasty.  First cold, then unusually warm, then freezing rain for a few days followed by real cold weather.

It’s when the weather does its schizophrenic thing that I usually catch something.  I could almost set a clock by it, it’s that predictable!

So yesterday morning, around 9 AM, I’m just sitting at my desk working on stuff ‘n’ things, when a coughing fit shows up out of nowhere.  And it’s not one of these “I just drank something and it went down the wrong way” kind of coughs.  It’s a “Holy cow, did I just cough up a lung?” kind.

Thus started the epic battle between me and my body.  One thing I loathe more than anything else, perhaps even traffic, is being sick.  I’m no fan of pain, and don’t like being held down by anything, much less my own body!

After taking beaucoup of vitamin C supplements, plenty of hot throat soothing tea flavored with honey, eating chicken noodle soup, and getting plenty of rest yesterday….I still felt funky later that night.

There was only one thing left to do.

I didn’t want to.

I knew the ramifications.

But there was nothing else for it.

I had….to take Nyquil.

I took it early enough, around 9:30 PM.  Unfortunately, acetametaphine and I do not have a good relationship.  Or, rather, our relationship is too good!  It knocks me out, sure.

For nearly 24 hours.

Not.  Kidding.

I will always try to fight against it.  I’ll try to force myself to get up, to drink caffeine and eat a hearty meal so I can get back to stuff ‘n’ things,  but it never works.  The only thing for it is to sleep it off.

I don’t fair much better with Dayquil, either.  Perhaps not quite as sleepy, but still ridiculously, I-shouldn’t-be-driving, why-is-there-a-fairy-sitting-on-my-unicorn groggy.

So that’s why I haven’t updated until today.  🙂

But fear not, dear Readers!  For I have updated my newest project, Green Tea To Go!, wherein Kitty Awesome has also fallen ill due to her overlong trip, but must forage in a foreign land for basic necessities regardless!  What wonders will she encounter in the markets of Sad River City?!  We shall soon see…

That being said, if there’s a nerdy, geeky, or just plain weird topic you’d like me to expound on, please comment below.  I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!