erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)
Hi everybody! So I signed up for NaNoWriMo again this year, for a couple of reasons. First up, to get me back onto Live Journal, and secondly to see if I can actually write a fan fic or two. I've had a couple of ideas bouncing around in my head for a couple of months, so I thought to myself; "Why not?" and "How hard can it be?"

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.
erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)
I ended up completing the NaNoWriMo Challenge 10 am Thursday 28th November (I finished off with 50,172 words). Thank you so very much for putting up with my ramblings! I didn't end up posting a lot of it on here, as it ended up being a heap more personal than I thought it would - and considering what I did post here, you can only imagine what that means. Actually don't imagine what that means, because it didn't mean 'that'. If 'that' is what you're thinking.

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.
erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)
I have nothing of great import of tell you; it's just that I've gotten in the habit of posting everyday, and it was bugging me that I wouldn't be posting anything today otherwise.

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?
erika_sanely: (Squee)
Oh my goodness, I got goosebumps. Twice. That was exceptional. So much more than I was expecting, and so  much greater than I could ever imagine.
erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)

just got a phone call from the car dealership; my car is there ready to pick up!

Read more... )

erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)

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.

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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.


Nov. 18th, 2013 06:19 pm
erika_sanely: (What's on the box)
Oh my god; have you guys been watching The Blacklist? What is it about James Spader that makes him so deliciously creepy?

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. )
erika_sanely: (I could do that)

What is it about cats that make them so emotional? Is the word I’m looking for emotional? Flighty? Paranoid? Assassin-y? And their memories are so incredibly selective!

For example, last night just as I had gotten into bed Owen decided that now would be the perfect opportunity to go outside and do ..... I assume that he has another family elsewhere that feeds him fresh salmon and cream and makes sure that he has his own hot water bottle ... I usually try to wait him out, but when he starts to literally climb the walls (the sound of his claws on the walls is not unlike nails down a chalk board) I give in like the weak and easily trainable human I am and let him outside.

Owen, if he could, would be a permanent outside cat so I’ve stopped fighting a losing battle, and since I’ve become more ammenable to him coming and going, I have been getting more head butt pats from him, and curling up next to me on the lounge and just general love-like feelings from him, so it’s working out for us.

Marley, however does enjoy the indoor loving. There are times when he willingly goes outside, and there are times where he will hide underneath a bed and hope that I forget that he is there and he has the run of The! Entire! House! when I go to work. Last night though, he decided he wanted to go out whe Owen went, and like all people who are owned by cats, I tried explaining to Marles that I was going to bed, I and may not wake up when he knocks to come back in. (They knock; I think that swing their bums into the door, but whatever they do it’s definitely a knocking noise that is produced, and neither of them climb the gauze to announce their intentions to be inside now.)

He still went out. I still went to bed, and I slept all the night through, so I have no idea if he tried to come in later or not. I think though that it is safe to assume he tried, because he wasn’t waiting at the back door with Owen when I went to let them in for their breakfast. The only time Marley isn’t waiting for food is when I have done something horribly wrong and he is trying to prove to me that I am a terrible person who can’t be trusted.

He turned up about 5 hours later when I was outside cleaning up the garage, looked at me and then ran away. Came back 15 mintues later to look at me some more, make sure I noticed him, and then went and hide underneath a bush where I could only see his face. Where he made sure I could only see his face. And his face said “I can’t believe you did that to me. You are such an arse.” An hour later he moved to a bush that was closer to me to really make sure I could see his face, and this face said “Such. An. Arse.”

It took me another 45 minutes to convince him to come inside and eat, and while I helf the door open he ran inside as if I was making him come inside to be tortured instead of simply wanting to feed him something nutritious that he hadn’t killed. Then after eating he went and hid under the spare bed in the room he thinks is his. In case I decided that he must go back outside, when we all know I never made him to outside in the first place.

I hate how cats like to re-write history so you’re always the bad guy. I bet he yawns in my face tonight when I’m trying to sleep in what he believes will be a fair and just retalition for forcing him to be homeless last night.

ETA: Yep, revenge has been completed by Marley. It's amazing how comfortable clean folded up washing is when a cat is tired after a hard day plotting the destruction on the world. Clean folded navy clothing.

erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)

I can’t believe how close I am to 30 thousand words - I could even make it this weekend if I try really really hard - but I must admit I am starting to struggle. I don’t know how people with actual novels do this; do they spend the months beforehand planning their plots? Then again, I think most people do actually have plots and proper novels. If I decide to do this again next year, I am going to start plotting out an actual story about August, and have fleshed out characters written down, and dot points on scenes, or even a plot. Just, something to make the madness easier.

I have a heap of house work to do tomorrow - and I really need to clean out my garage if I want my new car to have somewhere spiffy to spend its days! -so if I may be so bold to cheat, I am going to use up a couple of dozen words writing out my to-do list for tomorrow.

(In my defense, I normally write out my to-do list every week. Normally it is in a piece of paper in pen and not typed up.) )

Now, as long as I don’t get distracted by fan fic, I should be able to get all this done pretty quickly. But I have no idea what I”m going to write about tomorrow, and that worries me. I just have no idea what to say. I’m going to have a look at the NaNoWriMo forums, and look at the ideas that are up for adoption. Maybe even write an old fashioned short story for a change?

erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)
I think one of the worst things about being a grown-up is not having enough time to do things. I know, I know, I have the same amount of time in my day as Hellen keller and Albert Einstein and Steve Jobs and look what they achieved! Obviously they have exceptionally better skills at organising their time and having the gumption to get off their arse and do something compared to me.

I mean, when you've got a day of work (yay!) you end up spending it getting jobs done, and not having fun. I was supposed to travel over to Young today to catch up with a friend since today is my RDO, but as the week went by, I realised that if my car is ready next week to get picked up, the only day I can get to the bank is today, and I've somehow lost my car rego papers, so I need to pick up a copy of them before I sell the car, and I also have to get the the second hand shop to find a netball skirt to wear to a dress up party. And Young is an hour and a half drive away, and Larn has kids that need sleeps and go to school so will need to be picked up, so today is just a write off trying to fit everything in.

So after wa
king up, I've gotten 3 loads of washing done, the rego papers picked up with the local registery, I've grabbed Christmas stamps (now I just need to actually WRITE my Christmas cards, that always trips me up every year. The actual writing of them. I can never tell when to start, because I don't want to send them too early, but then by the time I do it is way too late. It's a conundrum), and rang the car dealership to confirm the price of the car so I can get the bank cheque done. The house still needs to be clean, and I really want to sort out and clean the garage since I am getting a brand new car and I think it would be nice to have it in a ... if not spotless at least less like a garden garbage area. (Why does the garage end up with tumble weeds in it? It's vexing.)
One bonus to getting into jobs around town, is that even though I haven't got time to drive to Young and have lunch with a friend, I can catch up with a friend here in town. We're meeting up for a counter lunch in 40 minutes or so, so it will be good to catch up with her. I haven't seen her for a couple of weeks and her daughter graduated from high school last week and the after party was at her place. I am looking forward to seeing how it all went.
erika_sanely: (My Tree thanks to slodwick)

Favourite swears: My time most used and all time favourite swear words aren’t even real swear words.

I’m quite partial to using “son of a goat!” if the need arises. I, of course, use that instead of the traditional “Son of a bitch.” (also known by the quaint spelling sonovabitch) because by replacing the b-word with ‘goat’ you can use it often in front of children, and really, that’s one of the most important things an aunt can do. Because sometimes you really need to swear, but the small people make it difficult for you to do so without their parents having stern words with you.

My other all-time that isn’t really swearing is “Holy Mary Mother of Pear!!” or just “Mother of Pearl!”. (And if I’m only saying “Mother Of Pearl!” It was be said in a gasp almost whispered. I don’t know why I must say it like that, I just must. I do like how it makes me sound as though I’m from a different era. I don’t often bring it out, so when I do, you know I”m serious.

Get ready, because I'm about to drop the f-bomb. )

erika_sanely: (zorro by not_a_painter)
I didn't think it was possible to be this tired and not be hungover. )

ETA: Sweet Mother of Pearl I am sore! I think I'm sorer now than I was after doing the 7 km fun run last week. And I didn't even push my body this time around!! I just walked around and around in circles. There wasn't even any running involved. I really wish I had some Radox for the bath tonight; warm water will have to suffice.
... I think this soreness all comes down to the fact I was sleeping on the ground. I am not bred for outdoor living. Or, as I like to call it Reason # 452 why I will go down in the first wave of victims in a Zombie Apocalypse.


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