NaNoWriMo Approaches...

I can't wait to have an excuse to spend all my free time filling a blank screen with lovely, lovely words!


 Last year was my first attempt at the 50 000 word challenge - I made it to 10 000. This year, I want to at least double that output.  You writers out there will know how difficult it is to get so many words out while still keeping up a good plot going.  Or maybe it's just me.  I have a huge wall whenever I try to pull my guts out and smear them into sense.  So, the method I'm going to employ this go around is the age-old technique of word vomit, or stream-of-consciousness, whatever you will.  But, there will be semblance of order: every chapter will be based on a word of the day.  I need to expand my vocab most desperately.  And there will be characters! And a plot! I'm going to try not to be all post-moderny, but considering one of the characters is going to be a punk in an anarchist environment, I'm making no promises.


If you like writing, you may want to consider taking up this challenge yourself - it's definitely motivated me to write more honestly and it's a lot of fun seeing what comes out of a month full of writing! 

It's beginning to look a lot like...

SNOW!

This day has been the best.  Snow under my new boots, snowflakes winding to the ground on every side, the cutting cold finding the holes in my green knitted scarf.

People have varying opinions on this silently glorious precipitation. Some love it, some hate it, and some, especially in Canada, treat it as someone who was in class with you a couple years ago but who's name you can't remember. A friend and I have ongoing dialogue about the nature of snow: I think it's a beautiful part of God's creation; he thinks it is of the devil.  At least Albertan snow is.

I love snow. Let it be known.  Though Fall has its fragrant mementos, and Summer its warm concrete, Winter has snow, and for that it wins my heart.  Let there be no Narnian undertones - snow's in the Bible, I don't care what else you try to translate it as (unless it's true).

This is me after multiple 2ams and coffee

I'll say straight up that I'm avoiding writing a paper right now.

I'll also say I had little sleep this weekend, which is no one's fault but my own; though I do blame my inability to sleep if I have things to do for part of the fatigue experience.

This began on Friday, after a crazy two hours in the Blue & White office checking over articles and laughing at Kyle and Sean's antics.  A friend from years past was visiting, so a bunch of us gathered at President's house, played some games, ate some soup.  Then, being very intelligent, I watched Sweeney Todd with some of the girls, and stayed up until one.

The next morning, I almost got up to go shopping with one of my roommates, but I ended up staying home; however, since I was already awake at 8:30 and couldn't sleep any longer, I got up and did some work on my paper, though it sounds at the moment like I was trying to write on two different thesises.  My friend came over for the afternoon.  Then I went laser tagging and pizza eating and movie watching with some friends, staying up until 2am.

Sunday I had to be at Church early for praise band practice.  Sunday school, then a movie in the afternoon with some friends. I did have a nap before Intramurals, which were super fun and lasted until nigh 11.  Walked back home.  Tried to do some homework.  Stayed up on Facebook until 2.

Class this morning.  Coffee before science class so I wouldn't crash and sully the name of art student in a scientific enviroment.  And now, I'm kind of tired.

I'm trying to re-teach myself that sleep isn't that important, but I like being able to function without having to focus on getting past the wall of fatigue that threatens to fall on me when I'm not paying attention.

And needless to say, it was a very fun weekend; but not to be had more than once or twice a semester.  I may go take a nap now...

By the way, this is a picture of some of our Intramural team members: Long Live the Tangerine!