Notes on NaNoWriMo*

Here are the mantras I have accumulated so far this year.

- Start in the middle. Not necessarily the middle, but not the first line. The first line is going to change later when you know what the book is actually about, so for now, just start telling the story. You can spend hours anally choosing the first ten words of the manuscript later.

- Concentrate on writing pieces for now. You don’t know the story yet, so don’t get bogged down in the how or the why. Just write the scenes in your head. You can always reorganize later. Again, just tell the story. There is time later for fleshing things out or removing the extraneous.

- Messy is OK. Be messy! This is the time to stumble. To let your tongue (or your fingers, as the case may be) trip over words. Sometimes it takes a couple crappy paragraphs to get a groove, and some things that seem true now might not be true later, but for now, get it out and be sloppy about it. You’re at the kids table. Feel free to blow bubbles in your milk and slurp your b’sghettis.

- Think in contrasts. Make your characters contradictory and complex – i.e., human.

- Some days you just can’t win. Life happens, crappy writing happens, the Pats lose sometimes – it is what it is. Don’t get stuck, because tomorrow is another day, and there’s plenty more crap where that came from.

* NaNoWriMo is a challenge to write a novel (50,000 words) in a month.

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Scary lawyers

I’m on the phone with my sister. I can hear my 2-year-old niece in the background. “Roar! ROAR!” she says.

“What is she doing,” I ask.

“Telling lawyer jokes,” Sister says, matter-of-factly.

“What?”

Niece: “Roar. ROAR!!!”

“She pulled a book off the shelf called the Best Lawyer Jokes Ever, and it has a picture of a scary man on the cover, so she’s making scary sounds.”

Niece: “Mommy, it SCARES me!” Her attention clearly turns back to the book, “ROAR!!!”

This is when I start laughing so hard I cry.

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I kinda want to be this guy for Halloween.

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Undeclared

I’ve always wanted to be good at one thing. I can draw, but I was never the best in the class. I used to sing and act, but I wasn’t winning any awards. I never had the embrasure for flute, according to my music teacher, and I started saxophone too late (and with very little enthusiasm – I was a twelve-year-old girl, I wanted to play flute dammit). I admire people who find and embrace that thing they love and focus and practice and make it a part of them.

When I met my best friend in college, she knew she wanted to be a writer. She had known this her whole life. It was part of her, as if it were encoded in her DNA, right there with brown hair and a supreme distrust of the tomato. Everyone in college seemed to be like this, having popped out of wombs some eighteen years earlier already holding microphones or lighting equipment or tattered volumes of Kerouac.

Not me.
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Lord, what fools these writers be!

When I was at O’Reilly editing tech books, I remember how exciting it was when a new project landed on my desk. That 500-800 page stack of papers, fastened with rubber bands, made the most satisfying thunk as it hit the Formica. I’d turn away from my computer screen, where I was putting the finishing touches on the previous project that I’d been staring at for weeks, and I’d snap off the elastics and thumb through the new manuscript, still warm from the printer and smelling of fresh ink.

My eyes would feel relief, skimming over the A-heads and sidebars, maybe getting a break from the previous project through the use of a different template or a smaller trim size. The pile of papers were still tidy and solid – not dogeared all over, not yet sullied by red pen marks or the accidental coffee spill. And I couldn’t wait to get started with it.
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Friday five: It’s bad enough I’m allergic to garlic*

You know how sometimes there are things EVERYONE likes so much that you’re almost afraid to admit you can’t stand them? I mean, now that college is in my somewhat distant past (10 years! Egad!) I feel less judged about hating Quentin Tarantino movies, thinking funk music is kinda boring, and finding Jack Kerouac to be the most overrated writer ever. But even as an adult, there are some things I have found that admitting a distaste for can stop a conversation dead in its tracks. Here’s a sampling:

1. A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. Tell a person you don’t like this book, and she’ll look at you like you just drowned a puppy. Mostly I think because it is so many people’s FAVORITE book, which leaves me half convinced it’s the only book they’ve ever read.
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Gardenation

I’ve been planting up a storm around here and holy crap is it hard work. Shoveling, wheelbarrowing, lugging buckets of water and containers of soil, ugh. And two weeks until my next chiropractic appointment! There will be much Taking Of The Advil and Moaning.

I’m going for a new theme in the raised bed this year. In the past, I’ve always had one area that does remarkably well and other areas that fail horribly, leaving bald patches in the soil. I’ve given each plant or seed the space begged for on its little stick or packet, and I’ve catered to its needs meticulously.

Yeah, that’s all out the window this year.
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Bits and pieces…bits and pieces…*

Step into rando-blog mode with me. We’ll sit here for a spell and I’ll tell you of things that have been going on in my world.

I think I’m experiencing a bit of a tech hangover. I realized this today when, for about the tenth time this week, I typed something into the text box in Twitter and then promptly deleted it, then navigated to Google Reader and didn’t feel like reading anything.
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HEY! Wait, do I know you…?

I have the world’s worst facial recognition. And car recognition. And name recognition. (I have awesome voice recognition, but it rarely comes in handy, particularly since the advent of caller ID.) Dave finds this hiLARious. Because we live in a small town, and I’m so afraid of not saying Hi to someone I should recognize and being considered snobby that I say Hi to EVERYONE. In a very familiar way.

Such as today in the grocery store. I see a dude. I say, “Hey, how are you doing?” He says, “Hey!” And looks at me a bit oddly. We pass. I say to Dave, “Was that ____’s son from the beach?” “No.” “He kinda looked like him though…?” “No.” “Well, it’s always nice to have someone say Hello to you, right?” Eye roll.
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Move along, there’s nothing to see here

Seriously, there should be big ol’ DETOUR signs spread throughout the Internet so that good, hard working people such as yourselves can avoid the inane BS I’m about to spew. I’m trying to keep the BEDA spirit alive, so here I am blogging even though I have very little to say at the moment. But seeing as I’m already two days into May with scheduled BEDA make-ups, I better come up with something – AND QUICK.

So again, if you don’t want to read a bunch of words strung together for the sake of being strung together, please, go about your business. This is the last time I’ll warn you. Really, turn away.
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Friday five: Worse boyfriends than Edward Cullen

It seems like every day I read another article about how Creepy Eddie is setting a bad example for young girls of what a boyfriend should be. He’s stalker-esque, he’s controlling, he’s SPARKLY. So here it is Friday, and I present you with five idols from my childhood* who would be comparably bad, if not TEN TIMES WORSE as boyfriends than Edward Cullen:

1. J.D. (Heathers). He killed people and tried to blow up his school, and for a while manipulated his girlfriend into helping him. But we all thought he was hot.
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