Black Friday

I wasn’t sure I’d get this post written with the craziness of NaNoWriMo coming to a close and all the cooking involved in our (not necessarily your) traditional Thanksgiving feast.

However, the NaNo spirits blessed me with completion late Wednesday afternoon which, as you might expect, made cooking yesterday a whole lot easier (and less of a mess for my poor abused little laptop).

Giving myself a few days then I’ll go back to the draft and start polishing it up.

I have a few non-writing projects that need my attention, a house that needs decorating, and a cold I need to kick before I have to go back to the Day Job on Monday, so I’m going to go ahead and leave this one short…

Until next time, friends:
Be thankful for what you have and what you have had…
And, above all, be thankful to the people you have and have had… because their love is worth more than any of the other stuff.

National Novel Writing Month

Friends, this will be short.

While my word count is still high enough to successfully complete the challenge, I’m behind my personal goals and… quite frankly… that just won’t do.

Youngest spawn’s cheer team gave an amazing performance on Sunday, 5 Nov. They brought home a well-earned first place and qualified for Jamz Youth Nationals in Las Vegas. If you’ve seen the info-memes on Facebook about giving books as holiday gifts, it would really help the cheer fund if you popped over to the order page for some of those gifts 🙂

This year’s NaNoWriMo project is the second episode of the Heroes of Vadim saga. Several elements of this particular story have surprised me, but I think it will all work out in the revisions.

My stats so far:
Your Average Per Day ~~ 1,976
Target Word Count ~~ 50,000
Target Average Words Per Day ~~ 1,667
Total Words Written ~~ 19,766
Words Remaining ~~ 30,234
Current Day ~~ 10
Days Remaining ~~ 21
At This Rate You Will Finish On ~~ November 26, 2017
Words Per Day To Finish On Time ~~ 1,440

 

Unfortunately, these words don’t count – so it’s back to work for me.

On a less pleasant note: I am not ignoring tragedies or burying my head in the sand when it comes to social issues. I told they would show up here and this particular post doesn’t even begin to really touch the terrors of today’s world. This is not because I am trying to avoid them – it’s because they make me physically ill to consider. For my own sanity (cue the peanut gallery), I must put my heart and mind far from life in the here-and-now.

This is why we tell stories and why we listen to (and read) them.
To keep the real world at a distance for a moment and recharge to face it.

Until next time, friends – believe in love.
Terror is hate, and hate can’t be fixed with more hate.
Practice believing in love. If we all do it, we can tip the scale.

A Silent Stage and Sugar Skulls

Tom Petty
Robert Guillaume
Fats Domino

Three of many bright souls lost to this world just this month. Three entertainment giants slipping into legend.

Whether you like them or not, you can’t deny the fact that these three gents have achieved the status of legend. They defined and redefined their crafts and shared their souls with the rest of us on a regular basis.

Coping with the loss of legendary figures can be as difficult as coping with the those dear ones we were able to hold close in life. Bottom line – honestly – it sucks. A lot. And yet, we must continue.

The show must go on…

(And yes, before you crucify me, I know this world has lost much. In truth, this world is always losing much too much. I’m getting there – just be patient.)

My husband and I were shopping recently and I was ooh-ing and aah-ing over the sugar skull merchandise. I’ve always thought they were cool, but the last several years they’ve become a lot more important to me. I hadn’t really thought much about it until he asked why the intensity of my attraction to them had increased.

Those of you that know me (or have followed my ramblings here through the various incarnations of the website) know that I’ve lost a lot of people important to me: without rehashing everything (and dissolving into blob of uselessness), the increased attraction to sugar skulls coincides very neatly with the loss of several immortal figures in my life that felt like they occurred back-to-back.

Halloween, Samhain, Dia de los Muertos… no matter what’s on your calendar, it’s hard to ignore the fact that this time of year is the time for feeling those connections: for bridging the gap between this world and the next, even for just a moment.

That’s probably a long entry for another blog… you’re not here to get weepy, after all 🙂

Yes, NaNoWriMo is right around the corner.

No, I still don’t have any more of a plan than I did last time I told you about it. I may, in fact, have even less of a plan than I did then: as I was hit with a bolt of inspiration this morning that I might ride into November instead.

So, for the next four days, I will work feverishly to complete commissions for my craft business (oh yeah – did you know about that? Since I have so much free time and all… here’s what my hands do when they’re not typing) and figure out which project will consume November.

Until next time, my friends – hug your loved ones.
It’s much harder after they move on…

Nightmares, Torture, and Hellfire

It’s Friday the 13th, so embrace your inner scream queen, serial killer, or hellspawn – ’tis the season, after all 🙂

The world continues its journey through the apocalyptic opening credits of a dark future horror story. We watch society unravel in six-second clips, threaten, abuse, and then wonder why no one else is bothered by the obvious problem (whatever the hell that is).

But there’s nothing new, there…

Like horror movie marathons at Halloween, my annual exercise in sleep deprivation & self-torture looms on the horizon… that’s right: NaNoWriMo’s right around the corner. 50,000 words in the month of November: that’s only 1,667 a day – unless you look at the number of days I won’t be able to write due to cheer competition, feast preparation, etc.

I’m going back to my NaNo roots – heading into the challenge with only a vague idea and hoping that I can power through to create something enjoyable.

The last few years, NaNoWriMo has defeated me. A combination of factors lead to the disastrous failures of the past few years but many of those factors are (finally!) off the table this year.

The project is tentatively titled Hellbound and will tell a tale of a half-demon woman at the center of a power struggle between good and evil.

I’d give you more, but that’s all I’ve got at this point. Keep watch on the Facebook page once November starts, though – that’s where the cool lines and word count updates will be 🙂

Turning back to something a little less fun…

Here in California, sadly, Hellfire is a very real thing as I write. Some of the state’s most beautiful places are being devoured by fire with no relief in sight. I live in the foothills of Central California. I’m used to dealing with fire: hundreds of acres, dozens of structures, weeks to achieve containment: these are the fires I understand.

The Hellfire that’s sweeping through the northern part of the state, though, is a completely different beast.

There are 22 fires across 265 square miles (686 square kilometers, for those with metric brains) with no relief in sight.

At least 1,500 structures have been lost in Santa Rosa alone.  State Farm has received nearly 1,900 homeowner insurance claims and more than 700 auto insurance claims due to the firestorm. Entire towns have been evacuated. The town of Willits is all but cut off from the outside world.

At least 26 people are dead with hundreds still missing.

The sheer scope of the whole thing is terrifying, even for those of use that are, unfortunately, used to coping with fire.

And there we have it…

A beautifully disjointed collection of thoughts, just dismal enough to be worthy of a minor sociopath with a flair for the dramatic.

Just remember – on Friday the 13th and always – I’m not a psycho obsessed with demons, explosives, rebellion, or the types of damage certain weapons might have on the human body… regardless of what my search history might lead you to believe.

Until next time, friends, be kind. It helps.