NaNoWriMo Camp: Wait, it’s over?

 

Yesterday, I validated my word count in NaNoWriMo camp.  This means that somehow after not having any idea as to where my plot was going, I wrote a very rough draft of my novel.  Holymoly.  I was not expected to have so much fun.  I know that sounds odd, but I was expecting myself to be dragging my feet through word counts, watching that obnoxious number slowly rise.  Instead, I got tangled in plot lines and character development and exceeded my own goal.  I’ve got to say, the most rewarding piece of this whole experience was my cabin.  It was awesome to have people to bounce ideas off of and to encourage me to continue on when I did trip up.  I’m slightly dreading editing, as I usually do but still, I am excited for the next camp.

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NaNoWriMo Camp!

Eek…so as a retail associate during Christmas, November was not ideal for me to write a novel in and I’ll give you this, I was petrified. However, I’ve taken a chance and joined NaNoWriMo Camp!  On April 1st, novel writing shall begin!  Am I entirely sure about my plot? Not really but here goes nothing!

I’m going to make it through this year if it kills me.

Take a line from a song that you love or connect with. Now forget the song, and turn that line into the title or inspiration for your post.

Pulling my feet through the sludge, I don’t know that it is possible for my boots to get any heavier.  My bag follow behind them through the muck and my hair has a ten foot radius of frizz around it as the rain blinds most of my vision.  Why no one decided to make windshield wipers for glasses, I’ll never understand.    I see a near by ledge and run under it.  I pull out my notebook from my bag and write, “# 75 Wipers for glasses.”  

Don’t ask me why I write down my ideas when I don’t act on them. Maybe I just want to have proof that I had the idea first so when someone makes it and becomes a billionaire, I can cry about how it should have been me.  

I flip to the back of the book where a flyer is taped.  “December 3rd! Meet the Author!” A glimmer of hope rises in my chest.

A car speeds past me, splashing the muck and slime from the puddle all over me and my notebook and I’m immediately reminded that it is only March.  I don’t care if I get to the meet and greet to simply breathe my last breath, but I swear, I will make it there.

How do you slow down your life? Is the great struggle really that we’re all losing time or are we just doing it wrong? Maybe it’s the way my mind works, but I think we’re doing a lot wrong. 

The negativity swirls around my head like a toxin, sucking life out of my chest with each breath.  People are always unhappy.  We’re sick, tired, there’s simply too much going on. We are never satisfied.  Rather than appreciating that sky, we say ugh I’m here so I can’t appreciate it.  

I’m transitioning from a world of imagination to a world of facts.  Facts seem ruthless and cold. Imagination offers endless possibilities as you float through the beauty of the world.  

Looking at the students in my classroom, it seems inevitable that we will be the same tomorrow and the idea of it weakens my soul.  Until we change, you can find me clinging to books and films where imagination reigns.  I will hide in my possibilities and smile through the cold, gray faces surrounding me. Go ahead and tell me that my dreams are impossible, how I should be a teacher instead. Ask me what the point of my degree is.

The point in my degree is this: happiness. I don’t want to wait for a mid-life crisis to go after my dreams. If I fail, at least I can say I tried.

Laughter Just Might Be The Best Medicine

This is the best description of myself I could have ever found.

a little bit of erica by my side

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Oh man. As someone who has personally experienced anxiety, and also had people in my life be impacted by it, these comics are so accurate… and funny. I think that being able to laugh about and accept the areas of your life that you may not like it a great coping skill. Laughter brings people together and allows for exposure to somewhat taboo or stigmatized subjects. It is through sharing our stories that acceptance and changes to our culture will happen. There is a cool project called ‘Stand Up For Mental Health’ that allows those dealing with mental health concerns to turn their problems into stand up comedy. Their belief is that “laughing at our setbacks raises us above them. It makes people go from despair to hope, and hope is crucial to anyone struggling with adversity. Studies prove that hopeful people are more resilient and also tend to live…

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Freedom in each drop of sweat,

Struggle is a necessary piece of the puzzle.

The music pumps louder,

energy running through my veins,

faster, faster.

 

A rush like no other,

Life seems brighter now.

 

[Author’s Note: Will edit much more later, but have to go for now.]

 

My wife and I were curled up under the covers and were getting ready to fall asleep when I heard the front door open.  This would be acceptable, even normal, if we had a teenage child who wasn’t home yet or any children at all for that matter…or even a dog.  No, my wife and I live alone.  I wrapped myself up in a robe and headed for the door.

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Now Hiring: Some Therapy Required.

[Note: Apologies for not posting yesterday. Didn’t have time to get online and post it but I will post twice today.  This piece is a very rough draft of a piece I’d like to submit at some point.  It doesn’t have an introduction yet. Feedback is highly appreciated.]

Professionalism has gone out the window.  It’s not to say that we are not trying, but the execution could use some work.  We seem more like a family that child services are frequently called to visit.  Mom is usually hiding from the kids outside, smoking a cigarette and praying that her nagging mother in law will disappear.  I can’t tell what will harm her first, the cigarettes or the impending breakdown. Continue reading