I'm just starting to remember just how hard fifty thousand words can be, so the next month will be fraught. Especially considering I have a wedding to go to next weekend (not mine. Always important to point that out when you're older than a certain age) and the weekend after I'm away for four days interstate catching up with friends and doing a five kilometre colour run.
When you think about it, NaNoWriMo must be a bit like child birth. From the outside looking in, you think to yourself "Yeah, that does look like it's slightly painful, but how hard can it be if women keep getting pregnant with second, third and even fourth babies? I might give that a go." And then you do give it a go, and sweet Christ on a crutch WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS?!?!?! EVER?!?!? And you think it's never going to end, but time seems to move so fast, but so incredibly slow at the same time, and for the life of you words are starting to lose their meaning, and have I written the word 'Green' too many times? Then again, would using a different word or green make my writing seem too pretenious, and like I'm trying too hard? But then it's over and you forget the sleepless nights, and the back pain from sitting down at your computer for too long, and in October the next year, you think to yourself "I thnk I'll sign up again. It's wasn't THAT bad last year."
But it is. It always is.
So, wish me luck! I have a feeling that I'm going to need it.
We all wrote down our resolutions; we had to have 3, one to be completed by the end of March (learn all the words to Rapper's Delight), one the end of June (learn how to read/use a compass) and end of December (learn all the words to I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General.*)
Someone asked me if my boss had gone back to Canada - his brother had a stroke recently, but he (the brother) is starting to get better - and I said no, he'd gone to Tumut. When asked why he went there, I told them how he had a friend there who owned a 'wine farm'. Yes, I realise now that I should have said 'vineyard', but at the time wine farm made more sense, but from now on, they shall be wine farms. And the people who work them shall be wine farmers.
I'm trying to give up Face Book, as I've come to the realisation that I only really care about maybe 10 people on it, and all the rest have incredibly drama-filled lives of their own creation that I don't care to know about, so I'm going to cut back to only looking at it on Sundays and that's it. So expect more posts here where I try to be witty.
*2013's resolution was to learn the song, but I forgot for about 6 months, and I've only really got 3 stanzas memorised. Ironically, the one year I don't have something about to do with getting healthy and fitter is the year I run in 3 fun runs.
Take care, have fun and relax.
... 5 minutes later I realised he was talking to an electrician and they were discussing currents.
(Still don't know exactly what they were talking about. That'll learn me to eavesdrop.)
The world is a vast place, but you are not alone. So the next time you're having a coffee or a wine or even a bottle of water and it's just you in your house, raise it up and Cheers. I'll be doing the same thing in my time zone, and the way the universe works there will be a good chance that the waves raising our glasses/mugs/bottles make in the universe with collide.
...yeah, that's a Mokey Fraggle Hand Puppet in the back ground. She watches me watching TV.
Both Taylor Swift.
Five years is a good run, and the closest repair shop is a two hour drive away, so I thought, "screw it!" and bought a new one. When I get home, I find that my version of iTunes is too old, so I download a newer one. To find out my computer OS is too old, and I can only buy that from a store.
I've got music on my phone, but I don't like playing music on my phone; call me old-fashioned, but dammit, I want my phone to be used as a phone (And for checking Face Book at work.) and that's it. Music devices are for music, phones are for communicating.
My computer is not on it's last legs, but is getting closer to retirement (Exhibit A: a non-working k key. I looked into getting it fixed, but it was going to cost about $400.00. Not worth it, when a whole new computer is only a couple hundred more). I don't want to buy the OS software and find out the computer is rat shit as well. And I don't want to buy a new computer just yet (I'd like to wait until at least the post-Xmas sales).
Remember the old days of Walkmans and Discmans? I miss those days. All you needed was to make sure you had spare batteries, and it they started going wonky, you hit them a couple of times, and blew on the moving parts. That was good times.
I want to do it again next year, but with an actual plan in place, and actually writing a couple of short stories as well. I did end up writing two poems, but my god! I wrote like I was an emotional teenage girl who knows sadness without ever having experienced it. Plath and Eliot were my two favourite poets as a teenager, and it shows.
Anyway, thanks again. It was fun, yet painful. I ended up learning a lot about myself, because of it, and I want to use what I learnt to change parts of my life. ::Fingers crossed::
I hope all those who write proper novels succeeded or at least ended up in a place that they're happy with.
Read and watch with an open mind; I would love to know what you think.
Still NaNoWriMo-ing my little heart out, but the words I am getting down are all slightly jumbled and I need to sort them into a better structure before I post them here. Forcing myself to write has definitely been a bit of an eye opener for me. Who knew words were so hard?
Has anyone ever done a scientific study on how fast small children are? I swear to dog, that when a 3 or 4 year old gets some speed on and goes running towards a busy road, they are faster than Usain Bolt. If they could keep up that initial burst of speed they do over a significant amount of time, and not get distracted by people walking dogs on the side of the road, they could easily run a marathon in 10 minutes.
If you’re reading something, and on what you’re reading you see that a person’s surname is ‘Short’, do you automatically imagine that that person is not just short in name but short in statue? Nope, just me then?
I had another “I feel like a grown-up moment” today; I made pasta salad from scratch. I don’t know why that is making me feel like I’ve got another tick in the ‘Grown-up Achievements” column of life, but I have earned that tick. All I need to do is finally getting around to making potato salad from scratch, and then I will confident enough to look into getting the “Can make salads” badge. I should point out that I haven’t tasted it yet, so it could be a dogs breakfast.
Edited to add: The pasta salad wasn’t too bad. I think I should have put less beans into it, and perhaps more dressing. I think I’ll put the salad dressing bottle in my bag tomorrow, so I can add just a little bit extra. I don’t want to add it directly to the bowl of pasta salad in case all the dressing is sliding to the bottom of the bowl. I’m tempted to throw in a small handful of olives as well. I’m craving olives something bad at the moment.
A friend of mine tried to tell me that Blacklist was like Arrow, as they both had lists of bad guys to take down. Uh, that’s like saying that Melrose Place is the same as Good Times because they’re both set in an apartment block. Or that Sleepy Hollow is the same as Supernatural because it has siblings fighting the supernatural. Sure, there’s an aspect that’s similar, but it terms of execution that is pretty much it. You can’t compare Arrow to Blacklist. For starters – in terms of shirtlessness I don’t think the Blacklist has had any such scenes. Well, maybe once?* It’s not like Arrow who likes to distract you from plot holes and obvious ignoring of the laws of physics by throwing a shirtless man at you as the greatest distraction in the universe. Hey, I am not afraid to admit there was one time I was watching with a friend the pilot episode, and Olly had just jumped out of a moving vehicle and in the next scene he was walking to his abandoned warehouse with 2 large and cumbersome looking bags. Kate turned to me and said “Where did the bags come from? He didn’t have them in the car with him?” and while I was agreeing with her he took off his shirt, and we forgot what we were talking about. Oh Arrow, I came for the good looking cast, and I stay for the shirtless men. You know me so well.
( Cutting for spoilers. There be a lot of spoilers. )