Category: Journal

  • Idea Kindling

    Idea Kindling

    This week has been a strong start in my going pro journey.

    I’ve been getting reacquainted with sitting down and just throwing down whatever words come to me in that given moment. The urge to delete still overwhelms me, a roiling pot in the pit of my solar plexus on the verge of overflow, yet I hold my ground, unyielding. I am a word warrior, firm in her resolve, determined to get my message out. Whatever it is.

    I call these sessions idea kindling. It’s a bit more fun than brainstorming (and more accurate, in my opinion), and one I conjured during my latest NNWT session. I just write and write and write and write as many words as will come out onto the page, and eventually, an idea will spark. We’ll strike the flint of this keyboard to the rock that is my brain as many times as it takes to get some idea kindling. And by Jove, we’re gonna have fun while we’re doing it.

    And it has been fun, albeit a couple bouts of creative constipation throughout the session. There may be several starts and stops, but eventually the words come, and the delight of it is unlike any other.

    I subscribe to Writers Write daily writing prompts, as I’ve found them to be the most inspiring. I Googled writing prompts last week, and holy cannoli are there some overly detailed prompts out there. Writers Write’s prompts are shorter and more open-ended. It can be a phrase or a challenge to use several words or phrases in the introduction of a story. Some of these other resources give you a whole bloody introduction to a novel to build off. That’s too much for me. It almost feels like plagiarism with how lengthy some of those prompts are.

    In any case, the Writer’s Write prompt a few days ago was “high maintenance.” I had quite a bit of fun creating several things based off of that that may develop into full-blown projects, but we’ll see! I’m editing the poem I wrote as a result of that session and plan to post it here, but it also provided me with some idea kindling for something else. For now, I’ll just say I’ve met a character named Pamela who has piqued my interest, and I’ve tasked myself with learning more about roller derby. If you know of anyone who partakes or have any resources, kindly shoot ‘em my way!

    I’m a bit short on time today—I am manifesting my wizard era by assisting my MIL with sewing a moon and stars robe on this fine Super Bowl Sunday. I may even get my average 27 minutes of football watching in this season. I wish you all a marvelous, potato skin-filled day. Go sports!

  • Believe in Nracles: Book Lover’s Dreams Come True

    Believe in Nracles: Book Lover’s Dreams Come True

    Do you believe in nracles?  I didn’t either until Husband turned to me yesterday and asked, “Do you want to… go to Bookmans?”

    Thing about my husband: Not a big book guy.  I thought he was kidding, but of course I round on him, eyes saucers, and exclaim at the top of my lungs, “YEEEEEEEEEES!”

    He replied, “Well, put some pants on and let’s go!”  It took me a solid 90 seconds to establish he was serious, and another 90 seconds of jumping for joy and doing my signature Point Dance (much like the disco point, except you point all over the place with the best poker face you can muster) before I grabbed some pants and got ready, singing my new hit single “I’m Going to Bookmans” all the while.

    Apparently it was time to let go of some of his old gaming consoles and games:  His N-64 and Sega Genesis, along with one of the best games in Genesis history: Sonic 2. And, of course, ZELDA for the 64.  Classic!

    Games

    I had a few books of my own I was willing to part with: my paperback copy of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell (an incredibly clever book that I read 200 pages of, but it is a slog of a piece and I think will better serve as an audiobook), The Duchess, and two other crappy books I can’t even remember the names of because I got them for free somewhere and never read them.

    Fast forward to Bookmans:  Get to the trade counter, get our trade cards (6 of hearts and 6 of diamonds), and I let loose.  I’m like a sadist in a torture chamber, skipping from section to section, perusing various works, fanning through pages and taking big whiffs.  I’ve been fancying me some paranormal romance (because who doesn’t want to read about vampires getting it on?), so I go to find some Laurell K. Hamilton and Goodreads search some other writers that can properly sate this part of my literary palette.

    Forty minutes later, I rediscover Husband (was he here this whole time?) and we go to check on the value of our wares.  Jonathan Strange and The Duchess they’ll take, not the crappy books, and I receive a whopping eight bucks in store credit.  Husband receives one hundred twenty dollars in store credit.

    I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.  He hands me the golden ticket that is, to me, actual gold, and I raise it in the air, singing, “Ahhhhhhh!”  Husband tells me to find more books to buy.  Don’t have to tell me twice!  I gather a satisfying pile of books (as well as a Korn CD and a badass game), careful not to not blow my load in one go (insert joke here).  Even Husband got a book!  We leave this magical wonderland with a bag full of goodness and a song in our hearts.  Book lover’s dreams really can come true.

    To celebrate our success, we went to a local coffee shop and got a Thai boba tea and a gyro salad.  Atop their sneeze guard they have what they claim to be a charm that keeps the “nracles” away; a gold, glittering block that states, “Believe in Nracles.” And what a fine job it does! Never seen a single one. *wink*

    How about you? Have your book lover dreams ever come true? Do you believe in nracles?  Leave a Reply and tell me all about it!

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    My glorious haul