NaNoWriMo Check in and Speculation

So I am officially past the 5,000 word mark in NaNoWriMo which puts me at 10% of the way through this. So far I’m not exactly thrilled, or even really happy, with what I’ve written thus far, but I’m hoping that the writing calibre will improve as the month wears on? (That sounds totally plausible, right?)

Anyways, because I can never be doing just one thing while I’m on the computer I needed something to watch whilst writing: enter a Gilmore girls watch through (for like the seventh time).

There are definitely things I forgot about season one, like that there was a time when I didn’t always hate Dean, or that Tristan was finally starting to turn into a sympathetic character and then Chad Michael Murray went and got his own show. (Although early seasons of One Tree Hill = also fantastic). I just wonder what they would have done with the Tristan storyline if One Tree Hill had never happened. What ever happened to Tristan DuGray? (It’s possible I am way too emotionally invested in the lives of these fictional characters.)

Look how adorable he was when he wasn't being a total slimeball.

Look how adorable he was when he wasn’t being a total slimeball.



So today is Hallowe’en, which means tomorrow is the first day of November, which signals the start of NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. Basically, it is an challenge/project/probable insane idea to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November (or just over 1600 words a day).

It’s been happening for years, and growing in popularity all the time. This year is the first time since I’ve heard of it that I don’t have university/midterms to worry about during November and I figured I would give it a (hopefully successful) attempt.

I think I tried last year, but then a 15 page report/term paper (which was for marks instead of fun and therefore mattered) pre-empted all of my time/typing ability and I didn’t get very far.

I also feel like declaring my intention to actually try this this year will help motivate me to do something, because I hate giving anyone other than myself even a chance to think I can’t do something (my ego apparently bruises like a peach). And if anyone reading this also happens to be attempting this ridiculous feat and happened to want a writing buddy they can find me here.

The Descent Into Chaos

So I lack follow-through. As in I have a tendency to start things and then not finish them for ages if at all. One time I made my mom get me a rug-hooking kit when I was a kid (because what kid wouldn’t?) and there’s a chance that thing is still unfinished somewhere in my closet.

Which is all a way of saying unexplained and extended hiatuses may be a regular occurrence. Anyways I think my original plan was I was going to review books and things here, but clearly that’s not working out as idealized. This is probably a bit due to the fact that with the end of summer came the end of my motivation to read. I’m currently working on Veronica Roth’s Insurgent (or rather Insurgence because I bought the first one in French for some reason and I can’t change languages mid-series cause that would be ridiculous). I don’t know if it’s due to the translation, or if its just total overexposure to young adult dystopian novels but I just can’t seem to care. I like it fine when I’m actually reading it, but I feel no motivation to pick it up again once I’ve put it down (and I read all three hunger games books in under 24 hours, to the point of giving up on sleep). It’s just that I feel like there are better things I could be doing, like marathoning American Horror Story, or watching all four HalloweenTown movies in one day (including the terrible and unforgivable one where they replaced real Marnie with Sara Paxton).

The early 00's were a high point in cinematic history.

The early 00’s were a high point in cinematic history.

Which is a really long winded way of saying that this blog may devolve into just random posts about whatever I happen to be thinking about without any coherent flow. You know, the ol’ narcissistic nonsense that is to be expected of millennials.

The 100 Foot Journey

So I watch a lot of Food Network. I don’t know why. I love watching the cooking competition shows, something about them gets to me on an emotional level. Plus the food always looks amazing. One of my life goals is to judge something like Iron Chef and actually get to eat that amazing food. Anyways, the relevancy of this story is that the Food Network is the only channel I’ve seen the trailer for 100 Foot Journey on, and a couple of weeks ago I went to see it.

It is beautiful. Seriously, everything about this movie is gorgeous. The cinematography, the scenery, the food, Manish Dayal. All GORGEOUS. Also, the storyline and characters are pretty cute. After watching this I wanted to go move to a small village in southern France, and do all of my shopping at tiny little market stalls, and I really wanted Indian food.

That’s it. I just really kinda wanted to rave about this lovely little movie.

Third time’s the charm? (And some science fiction)

For some reason writing a third post just seems so much more overwhelming than the first two. It’s like a mental hurdle that needs to be overcome. Or I’m just really lazy and anything resembling effort is just too much. But I’m currently not employed or going back to school in the fall and life is just an open, meaningless void stretching before me, so yay internet. Anything to get my mind off of a pending existential crisis.

Anyways, I recently(ish) read The Long Earth by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter.

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That first post feeling

This is the obligatory, ice-breaker first post. Like a first date its awkward and uncomfortable and the kind of thing you just want to skip and get on to the good stuff. Traditionally, this would be where I would talk about what this blog is about, or about who I am. At the time of writing however I am the only one who knows about or will see this, and telling me about myself seems too crazy. And in the off-chance someone else is seeing this, it’s nice to keep the mystery alive.

So, since I’m my only audience I know of, here’s an accurate representation of why I can’t be bothered to do a better job of this post, as depicted by the wonderful Bill Watterson.