NaNo relaunch


Happy Monday! Well, it’s already almost over, but there’s still an hour and a half left until Tuesday begins, at least here in Texas. I wasn’t going to write anything today, but here I am. I’m still under the weather, but I forced myself to go to work. Somehow, and I don’t know how, I managed to work my shift. When I got home, I crashed. I’m still in bed, only getting up to grab a bite to eat.

But enough of my sad little life, the NaNoWriMo site has relaunched! If that doesn’t excite you, well I’m sorry. I’ve had a few ideas of what I want to write, but nothing concrete. On the way home, as I listened to the songs I have on my phone, one came on that I like. It isn’t one of my favorites, and most days I skip it, but I let it play today. While listening, one line stuck out;

 So I wash away stains of yesterday…,
~Forgiveness – Collective Soul 1997~

The wheels in my head began to turn, the idea of heartbreak becoming a much used starting point to my stories. I can’t help myself. It’s what motivated me to begin writing back during my first NaNoWriMo in 2011. I don’t want to give out too many details because I don’t want anyone to steal it, and also because they aren’t fully formed, but it’s enough to get the creative juices flowing. So my NaNo 2015 is tentatively titled Stains of Yesterday.

I’ve already created the novel, and I’m ready to get started. There’s still a chance it may change before November, but at least I have a jumping point. I may start planning a loose plot structure, nothing concrete, just a sketch of what the story will be, where I want it to go, and why. I’m getting excited already!

And if you’re interested, here’s the song, in all it’s 90’s goodness

Mea culpa

I hate to do this, but I had hoped to get caught up on my reading this weekend, but alas, it was not meant to be. I’m going to be late on my book review, which is something I really hate to be. I’ve been feeling under the weather and it’s hitting me hard today. Instead of sitting and reading after work today, which was my plan, I fell onto the couch in a crumpled heap.

I plan to get it written and posted asap, hopefully by the end of the week.

Again, I’m really sorry

Coming home

12079212_10205268603461764_725415955947525686_nLooks like autumn has arrived in the Texas Panhandle. It’s a bit chilly outside, and it’s been raining on and off all day. There hasn’t been a heavy downpour, just a gentle rain along with the quite rumble of some thunder. It’s the perfect lazy day!

Last night, I went to my alma mater, Kress High School’s homecoming game. I rarely go to the game since I’ve been out for going on my 22nd year – yikes! – and I don’t have any children in this school. When I do go to a high school game, I go to Lubbock High, where my niece marches with the band.

So I’m at the game, and not many people are there. It’s a small community and the school only fields a six-man football team. If you’ve never seen a six-man football game, imagine you get rid of most of the line. It’s strange, but it’s also a lot more face paced. If you ever have the chance to see one, I strongly urge you to check it out.

While I’m in the stands, watching my old team get beat, I decide to head to the concession stand for something to drink, hot chocolate or coffee. It was cool and windy, and I thought a warm beverage would be in order. While I waited in line, two of my Class of ’94 classmates found me. It had been over twenty-one years since I last saw them. On the one hand they both looked good. I hope they thought the same about me.

We visited for a while, all thoughts of a drink forgotten. I’m glad we ran into each other, and I hope we get together again soon, but I can’t believe how much they changed in the interim! When I consider where I’ve been since high school, with all the ups and downs, I guess I’ve changed a lot, too.

It’s a shame that you lose touch with people you grew up with. I spent everyday for years with them, and all the others in my class. I haven’t remained close to any of them. Sure, I have most of them on Facebook, but that doesn’t replace actual physical interaction. I realized who much you lose as you move along through life.

I wish more of my classmates could have been there, but I’m not surprised that there weren’t more. I’m more surprised that any were there to begin with. We left a little before the third quarter ended. One of my classmates left to go to work, the other didn’t want to be there alone. Me, and my brother and father, also decided to go. The game wasn’t going well, and we really didn’t have a reason to stay. I just wish I could have bought that cup of hot chocolate.

Quizzaciously? Um…what?

I came across this video while scrolling through YouTube. I’m a big fan of Michael Stevens whose videos on his channel, Vsauce, tackles seemingly random questions. As someone who likes to write, I found this video fascinating. Michael discusses Zipf’s Law, which when talking about language, you will encounter a word proportional to its rank. Which is to say if a word’s usage ranks it as, say 1000, it’s used 1/1000 times as often as the word that is ranked number one.

The video is long, but it’s informative, interesting, and I’m just a geek for random scraps of knowledge. Consequently, the word quizzaciously has only been found used once in the English language, well until this video went up. “Thanks Michael,” I say quizzaciously. Now I’ve used it twice on here. I’m such a fanboy.

Ignore me and just watch the video.

Leading up to NaNoWriMo 2015

NaNoWriMo 2015 is a month away. Are you ready? I know I’m not. I have no idea what I’m going to write about. I have nothing to say. There are a few ideas rattling deep in my head, but I don’t know if any are the stories I want to tell, and if they are the ones I want to explore.

Last year I began to write Giada, and it was an unmitigated disaster. I would like to revisit it, but this time change the point of view from Giada and back to Fr. Mendoza, the main character from my first NaNoNovel. This would be a prequel, the story about a prostitute that saves a pious priest. I still want it to be her story, but told from his perspective. I just don’t think NaNo is the right time to try so ambitious.

Then there’s my idea of a Hollywood producer wanting to make a movie starring his father’s favorite actress, a woman who had given in to a retirement she never wanted. He wants to make his movie, tell his story, something I relate to. I haven’t fleshed too many details, but this one intrigues me.

Finally, there’s the story of a priest with a promising career ahead of him, who though he’s intelligent, charismatic, and a favorite of his superiors, but is otherwise arrogant and aloof towards those he feels beneath him. As a punishment, he’s exiled to some poor, rural parish, one that’s nearly bankrupt, financially, spiritually, and morally. I like this one because it’s mostly about small town politics set within the confines of a faith community, where being Christian  is only a buzzword and not actually practiced.

I’m sure there will be other ideas that come and go in the next month. Hell, I may be inspired to write something completely different come November. Right now, I need to read a few books to review for this month and the beginning of next. If I decide to review a fourth, it’ll have to wait until the beginning of next year. I don’t want to exhaust myself like I did last year.