NaNo? What Gives?

Okay, I’m just going to gripe a little bit, but the new NaNoWriMo website? Um…not digging it.

I’m still excited for NaNo, just not their current internet execution, you know? Not to mention the server issues (which seemed to be solved for now, but who knows if it’ll hold when hundreds of thousands of people are trying to access it in November). I just checked out their new forum and it looked, well, basic as sin. Almost like raw codes – I assume they’re still setting up so it’s not going to look horrible, eventually, but seriously, this close to actual NaNo time? Not really a good impression. They should’ve tried to roll this out WAY before now, and by the time NaNo comes around the new website would’ve been in beta or whatever for six months and all the kinks would’ve been ironed out. Tsk tsk, sub-optimal time management, I reckon.

Well, it probably wouldn’t affect me too much, I think, since I’ll be out of the country for a good portion of it. I don’t remember if I talked about this in earlier entries but I’m going to France for a bit – sort of a business thing for my s.o.’s company, sort of vacation. Okay, it’s mostly just vacation, but there’ll be a lot of company people whom I’m friends with there, so it’ll be quite fun (barring Brexit, but, um, well, that’s a whole other issue.) I need to go buy winter-y clothes though, because I haven’t lived in consistent 50 degree weather for a few years now, and so lack a lot of sweaters and long-sleeved shirts that aren’t paper thin (the style in So Cal apparently is just layer three thin shirts instead of wearing one thick sweater for winter, not that we have winter, per se, but, yeah, not very practical for anywhere else with actual seasons.) Hopefully I can find some kind of thicker clothes on sale, though – I mean, it’s 86 degrees today. Which reminds me, when I go back home this holiday season I’m going to stock up on actual clothes, too.


Friday Fictioneers #0

I’ve done Friday Fictioneers on other blogs before, and then stopped when I switched blogs or just didn’t feel like doing it anymore. Basically you write a short fiction of 100 words based on a weekly prompt. Now I’ve decided to pick it back up but there’s apparently a new system of posting links? It required me to sign up and all that so I didn’t bother with it last week. But I did write an entry, so I’m just going to post it here all by my lonesome. I’ll try to do it properly this upcoming week, but no promises.

And like I said, it’s been a while, so I may be very, very rusty.

Photo Prompt:

© Ted Strutz

A Prickly Narrator

I found a box of old photographs at my neighbor’s yardsale. “It’s not for sale,” she explained, “but sure makes a pretty centerpiece, no?” I’d only spoken with her a handful of times, so who am I to judge what she deemed as appropriate deco?

“Lemonade?” she offered me, and I said sure. It was too sweet, but I didn’t complain, only looked at the collection of knickknacks that littered her lawn. Compared to those the photographs were practicaly pristine, the only things worth any value.

“It’s not for sale,” she insisted. That just made me want to ask more.


Mood Tracker

I made a mood tracking page today in my bullet journal. The idea came when I was looking through Habitica (my productivity tracking software – I have a lot of trackers, okay??) and they had a challenge thing that say you should try to track your mood, three times a day, for a month. Well, October is the only month I actually don’t have to be anywhere else for an extended amount of time, so I thought why not? Made a tracker in my bujo and off we go.

Just so you know this morning I already woke up stressed. Don’t want to go into detail, but it was just me not ‘adulting’ right and general anxiety issues. I guess if I look through arguably my least crazy month this year and find out I’m stressed most of the time, maybe I should go back to my therapist. But then again, if things are getting done and I’m progressing forward, do I really have to go check myself? Major signs of depression is inability to do anything, right? I don’t think I’m depressed, because I’m still doing things (not at my peak capacity, but still doing things and not just, say, playing video games all day). If everything makes me anxious but I squash the anxiety and do everything anyway, and I don’t want to take more pills, does going to a therapist accomplish anything more?

(In the past I’ve only gone to my therapist when I couldn’t get anything done, as in I just lay in bed for weeks on end. Or stare at a blank page for three month in fear while not putting down a single word even though I already know what to write. Stuff like that. If I’m stressed while working but still working I’m categorizing that as ‘a normal adult life with responsibilities.’)

So I guess we’ll find out in a month how stressed I really am, and compare how much work I got done, and establish a baseline. That way I’ll know when stress is too much and impacting my productivity, and when it isn’t. Could be a good idea. And don’t worry, I can recognize when I’ve fallen off the edge and need to see a therapist again. I just don’t think it’s necessary right now.


NaNoWriMo Prep

Well, folks, it’s that time of year again! NaNoWriMo. Of course, it’s only the Prep Month because we’re not in November yet, but still no excuse to not get into the spirit, so to speak.

I don’t know what I should count myself as because I don’t think I’ve won a single year since I joined it like, many many years ago. It’s not the point for me, you know? Writing 50,000 words. The point of it is to just, well, hunker down and write, and usually when I do NaNo I was in school or had a day job and all those non-writerly thing, and November had always been a good time to write things on the side. But now I’m a writer by profession this is kind of pointless, in a way, because I can do every month as NaNo if I want to. (I won’t, because that’s insane, unless you’re James Patterson or Danielle Steel or something, but I theoretically could.) Yet I still get excited whenever this time roll around. Probably because of all the community spirit, of all the people trying to drum out word count, of the sheer fact that someone’s telling me “bad words don’t matter as long as they’re words” and “editing is for December.” It frees up the spirit, so to speak, and makes the story flow a bit easier if you just tell your inner editor to stfu.

So as to tradition, here’s the official banner to kick off the NaNo season. Cheers!