thought of the week
Halloween and Nanowrimo: two great tastes that taste great together.
I don't love Halloween like I used to. I don't really care for parties, I can't stand trick or treaters. I hate having the doorbell ring a lot and scare the cat under the bed. You can run a chainsaw next to her and she won't blink. You sneeze or ring the doorbell and she runs off.
I do miss dressing up a little, but not with an uninspired costume. When I was younger, my town had a costume contest every year. For three straight years, I won. I think my favorite of the winning costumes was Moses. Hair, robe, beard, staff, Ten Commandments. I think I miss the competition of it more than the actual dressing up though. Cash prizes tend to do that to me. For the record, a monk and Sherlock Holmes were the other two winners.
Competition against the word meter may be what'll have to fuel me for Nanowrimo this year. I had an idea back in like April or maybe as early as January and I was smart enough to start and outline and get some notes down. The problem is that vividness has faded and for me that makes writing much more of a challenge. Hopefully once I start (promptly at midnight, with the trusty word meter standing by), I'll get on a roll. Right now I forget what my main characters are named... but at least I have a plot! No characters, no problem?
And no, I haven't finished editing the one from last year and I really doubt I will. It's just something I don't want to mess with for a multitude of reasons.
"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awakening, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the 'light ineffable,' and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, 'agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.'"
--Edgar Allen Poe, "Eleonora"
P.S. Happy birthday to my twin cousins who won't see this anyway.
I don't love Halloween like I used to. I don't really care for parties, I can't stand trick or treaters. I hate having the doorbell ring a lot and scare the cat under the bed. You can run a chainsaw next to her and she won't blink. You sneeze or ring the doorbell and she runs off.
I do miss dressing up a little, but not with an uninspired costume. When I was younger, my town had a costume contest every year. For three straight years, I won. I think my favorite of the winning costumes was Moses. Hair, robe, beard, staff, Ten Commandments. I think I miss the competition of it more than the actual dressing up though. Cash prizes tend to do that to me. For the record, a monk and Sherlock Holmes were the other two winners.
Competition against the word meter may be what'll have to fuel me for Nanowrimo this year. I had an idea back in like April or maybe as early as January and I was smart enough to start and outline and get some notes down. The problem is that vividness has faded and for me that makes writing much more of a challenge. Hopefully once I start (promptly at midnight, with the trusty word meter standing by), I'll get on a roll. Right now I forget what my main characters are named... but at least I have a plot! No characters, no problem?
And no, I haven't finished editing the one from last year and I really doubt I will. It's just something I don't want to mess with for a multitude of reasons.
"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awakening, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the 'light ineffable,' and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, 'agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.'"
--Edgar Allen Poe, "Eleonora"
P.S. Happy birthday to my twin cousins who won't see this anyway.