Three Days!
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29.10.11
20.10.11
The Cliffs of Insanity!
I've reached them, folks. It's almost November, and if you've been paying attention to my facebook, my google+, the sidebar on this blog, or the crazed look on my face, you'll remember that November means NaNoWriMo.
For those [unlikely few] of you who don't know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, which is November. It is also the name of an event put on by the Office of Letters and Light, a Not-for-Profit organization that supports, encourages, defends, and champions reading and writing and literacy programs around the world, in schools, libraries, and homes. I love it, and I love its people (those whom I know) and I love its annual Month of "Literary Abandon."
NaNoWriMo stands for a lot of things that are important to me, as an enthusiast of education and of books, and a firm believer in a person's need to communicate and express themselves. Because of this, I am putting aside my blue-chip safety dance and strapping on the Lonsword of +5 to risktaking.
On the sidebar of this page, you'll see a big green "Donate!" button. The following are the rules for using said button.
Certainly anyone is allowed to donate free of nefarious connotations: just go to the page and donate and I'll be happy, and you'll be happy, and writers around the country and world will be happy, too. Everyone wins.
But if you're of a more competitive spirit, or you don't think I can do what I say I'm going to do, or if you want to keep me honest, then let's set up a little wager, shall we?
There are many benchmarks for NaNoWriMo that we could put some money on. There's the obvious one, 50K by the end of the month. There're also the challenges of getting 1,667 words/day, or 11,669 words/week, or staying above someone else's daily word count, i.e. Chris Baty (the head of NaNoWriMo.org). The wagers set thereon would work as follows:
You bet, say $50, that I don't make the 50K by the end of the month. If I do, then you donate that $50 to NaNoWriMo. If I don't, then I donate it to an organization of your choosing. Any organization: NaNoWriMo, the NRA, Scientology, or even your own checking account.
The same goes for any benchmark. I'm going to ask that there be a $0.50 maximum wager made for every 1,000 words expected for the benchmark, because I'm not made of money, and I'm sure you're not either.
If you accept any of these wagers, or if you want to donate just for the good of the cause, let me know in a comment below, or an email, or a text, or via facebook, or any other of the numerous ways people can reach me these days. I won't necessarily accept all of the wagers, but I may accept some--the more interesting, the better--and I will consider all of them.
Happy Thursday! And Happy National Novel Writing Month!
<3 spadeALLcross
For those [unlikely few] of you who don't know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, which is November. It is also the name of an event put on by the Office of Letters and Light, a Not-for-Profit organization that supports, encourages, defends, and champions reading and writing and literacy programs around the world, in schools, libraries, and homes. I love it, and I love its people (those whom I know) and I love its annual Month of "Literary Abandon."
NaNoWriMo stands for a lot of things that are important to me, as an enthusiast of education and of books, and a firm believer in a person's need to communicate and express themselves. Because of this, I am putting aside my blue-chip safety dance and strapping on the Lonsword of +5 to risktaking.
On the sidebar of this page, you'll see a big green "Donate!" button. The following are the rules for using said button.
Certainly anyone is allowed to donate free of nefarious connotations: just go to the page and donate and I'll be happy, and you'll be happy, and writers around the country and world will be happy, too. Everyone wins.
But if you're of a more competitive spirit, or you don't think I can do what I say I'm going to do, or if you want to keep me honest, then let's set up a little wager, shall we?
There are many benchmarks for NaNoWriMo that we could put some money on. There's the obvious one, 50K by the end of the month. There're also the challenges of getting 1,667 words/day, or 11,669 words/week, or staying above someone else's daily word count, i.e. Chris Baty (the head of NaNoWriMo.org). The wagers set thereon would work as follows:
You bet, say $50, that I don't make the 50K by the end of the month. If I do, then you donate that $50 to NaNoWriMo. If I don't, then I donate it to an organization of your choosing. Any organization: NaNoWriMo, the NRA, Scientology, or even your own checking account.
The same goes for any benchmark. I'm going to ask that there be a $0.50 maximum wager made for every 1,000 words expected for the benchmark, because I'm not made of money, and I'm sure you're not either.
If you accept any of these wagers, or if you want to donate just for the good of the cause, let me know in a comment below, or an email, or a text, or via facebook, or any other of the numerous ways people can reach me these days. I won't necessarily accept all of the wagers, but I may accept some--the more interesting, the better--and I will consider all of them.
Happy Thursday! And Happy National Novel Writing Month!
<3 spadeALLcross
16.10.11
Random things in my life right now...
I spent most of this weekend home alone. My house was quiet, empty, and I was happy with that. I haven't spent much time alone--like where I felt like I was alone all around me, like no matter what I did, no one would get in the way. It's not like the people in my life often get in my way, but it was a novel feeling, and I'm not even sure when the last time I felt like that was. It could have been painful or lonely or any number of other unpleasantnesses, but it was welcome this weekend.
***
In procrastinating writing a couple papers, I came across this thing I wrote in a letter to someone once. It resonated with me and I wanted to share it with you.
I remember when I would have a bad dream at night, I would be too scared to get up and go to my mom, because I’m deathly afraid of the dark. You probably know this… So anyway, I’d yell for her, “Mom! Mommy! Mahhhhhhm!” and I’d hear her hurried footsteps, and I’d just pray over and over again that the monster or burglar or maniac killer wouldn’t jump into my room and close the door before she could get there. I never realized that, if any of those things was lurking outside my room, she would fall prey just as much as I would. I just thought she was too strong for them, that they would be scared of her immense power.
My mom always seemed powerful to me. She was above everything. And she would come in and take me out of my crib and sit with me on the couch that was in my room and we’d point out pictures in the shadows on the wall cast by the streetlight outside my room, or by the cars as they drove by. And when I was older she would come in and sit on my bed, and if I was really frightened, she would hold me as I cried and then sometimes I would ask her to sleep in my bed with me so if I had another bad dream she could be there right away. And I always fell asleep and stayed asleep after that, and then I’d wake up in the morning and she’d be gone.
My mom always seemed powerful to me. She was above everything. And she would come in and take me out of my crib and sit with me on the couch that was in my room and we’d point out pictures in the shadows on the wall cast by the streetlight outside my room, or by the cars as they drove by. And when I was older she would come in and sit on my bed, and if I was really frightened, she would hold me as I cried and then sometimes I would ask her to sleep in my bed with me so if I had another bad dream she could be there right away. And I always fell asleep and stayed asleep after that, and then I’d wake up in the morning and she’d be gone.
***
My sister wrote me on Friday. I haven't written her back yet. But I intend to soon. I like our pen-pal-ship. I'm happy it's still afloat (badumchhh).
On her blog, she wrote this. It resonated with me, too.
I tried to remind myself this morning that God told the world that he was pleased with his son without him even having to do anything. I couldn’t seem to remember that it also applies to me. I don’t have to do anything to earn God’s love. I don’t have to do anything at all to be the apple of his eye.
I am who God has made to me to be. It is not so far away.
***
On Thursday night, Ben and I stayed up late watching Star Trek: Voyager and making granola. I spilled oil on a chair in his dining room and he put more honey in than he wanted to. Now I'm sitting with my bowl of that granola on my lap...and the raisins keep rolling around and look like bugs out of the corner of my eye. But I love the granola and the making-of-it experience anyway.
That's my life right now...this moment anyway.
Hope yours is swell!
<3 spadeALLcross
My sister wrote me on Friday. I haven't written her back yet. But I intend to soon. I like our pen-pal-ship. I'm happy it's still afloat (badumchhh).
On her blog, she wrote this. It resonated with me, too.
I tried to remind myself this morning that God told the world that he was pleased with his son without him even having to do anything. I couldn’t seem to remember that it also applies to me. I don’t have to do anything to earn God’s love. I don’t have to do anything at all to be the apple of his eye.
I am who God has made to me to be. It is not so far away.
***
On Thursday night, Ben and I stayed up late watching Star Trek: Voyager and making granola. I spilled oil on a chair in his dining room and he put more honey in than he wanted to. Now I'm sitting with my bowl of that granola on my lap...and the raisins keep rolling around and look like bugs out of the corner of my eye. But I love the granola and the making-of-it experience anyway.
That's my life right now...this moment anyway.
Hope yours is swell!
<3 spadeALLcross
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