Shameless Fist Pumping

I already put it up over on my Writer's Group blog (Pens and Pages Writer's Group) but I'm going to put it over here, just because I need all the dangling carrots I can get:




Lot's of Wrimo's swear by it. And I'm not sure I've EVER written like my life depended upon it before. So, yesh (as my Jr. High-er says.)

If I procrastinate again? I'm settin' that sucker to "kamakaze" and throwing some Hail Mary's baby!

Weezer is the Funniest Band in Rock

When I'm pounding on boards or sanding floors or puttin' graphite on doors,
to make the time run smooth, and get into the groove, and really enjoy what I do,
I hum.

And at least 60% of the time the tune that ambles unbeckoned into my head?
Sum'ing by Weezer.

I love these guys. Enjoy.

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Oops I did it again...

I think I'm beating a dead horse with that title...it's been a looooong time since Ms. Spears could be considered an innocent, if flirtatious schoolgirl...

Showing my unhipness aside, I'm doing it again. Hopefully, in about 26 days, that badge'll change to "...2009 WINNER!"

I'm cooking along, with a respectable bank of words right now, suffering a smidge here and there of that form of anxiety particular (it seems) to writers: self-doubt...but I just tell Self Doubt to shove it! Heheheh.

I Want To Pass It On...

Hee -- I love that song; every time I hear it, I'm back in front of a campfire, swaying and singing in harmony.

Anyway... I found a WONDERFUL Writer's Blog, and (see post title) to everyone who happens by this Siberian Blog. (Yes. I am in Siberia. 'S why no one visits me. **pout**)

Anyhoo, without further adoo (poet; didn't know it) the Aforementioned (love those big words!) Blog:

http://www.musik-therapie.at/PederHill/index.htm

Go there; Live, Learn & Prosper.

Namaste (because I am just that much of a poseur)

(Actually...I'm painstakingly refinishing a floor and there just might have been a little too much inhalin' of the fumes. We're still running the tests. Get back to you with the results in a later dispatch. Ooooh -- cliffhanger! Now you HAVE to come back Bwahahahahahah)

Balance

So, I've pretty much made my peace with the Wii Fit. I'm hopping on every morning, give or take a couple here and there, trying to have some semblance of a fitness routine.

I'm also writing pretty regularly. Mostly it's fits and starts, drabbles here and there, waiting to be spit shined to posting-ready.

I'm also pretty consistently keeping house -- nothing like I used to, but then, I was kind of a clean freak back in the day. But my house is relatively tidy, mostly dust free and regularly wiped and vacuumed, so I'm at peace on the subject.

I'm also regular in my guitar practice. I'm managing a little book and a little tab every day. I've almost got the acoustic opening to Crazy on You by Heart down. So, that's good. I think I'm about ready for an electric. (cover your ears, bebe's, heh-heh-heh)

I'm juggling these balls pretty steadily -- nothing Cirque de Soleil ready, of course, but mostly managing.

The only thing I don't seem able to shim in is regular blogging.

The NaNoWriMo is fast approaching, and although I've gone b*lls out in the two previous years with 50-50 success rate (won '08, didn't win '07) I've actually got a rough plan for this year! I'm excited by the story idea and I will be posting the chapters (as I've finished, so they will be largely unedited. Fair warning) up at my FictionPress account at http://www.fictionpress.com/~solard. Here's the brief synopsis posted at nanowrimo(dot)org:

"The civil war in Heaven left the angelic population devastated. Those choosing to follow Lucifer in his revolt found themselves doomed to walk the earth, caught between the spirit and the tangible world. Those choosing to remain loyal to the High King continue the good fight to this day in battle for the souls of humankind.

There remained a few, unable to make a choice, which were doomed to an unspeakable fate. Sentenced to reincarnate until the End of Days, they remain heavenly souls bound to earthly bodies; neither human, angel nor demon, they know neither the blessings of heaven nor the tortures of hell. They are the Nephilim.

Near the end of the war, with the heavens in turmoil, Zephan makes the fateful decision to escape the choice between serving a King to whom his loyalty wavers and the deplorable Lucifer, arrogant leader of the the Fallen Hosts. At the last possible moment, he seizes his chance, impulsively reaching for the hand of Aziel, dooming her to the same fate; to walk the earth as Nephilim, despised by heaven and hell alike."

If you stumble upon this post (I feel like Lt. John Dunbar, sometimes ;-) I hope you'll go check out NaNoWriMo, and my FictionPress account. You're welcome to read my novel, and tell me what you think. All comments welcome, even "flames". (Hey, you gotta let the little ones get their aggressions out in safe ways, after all. Heh.)

Act your Wii Fit Age, not your shoe size...

Wii Fit can kiss my butt.

I have reached almost 100 days on that sucker, and I've not budged from between a two pound weight variance (and no, I'm not saying how much). Up/Down, Up/Down, Up/Down, on and on and on it goes. I gain and lose the SAME. TWO. POUNDS. every time I step on that stoopid little talking, sweat-inducing board.

And man, is that thing ever chatty. Mouthy little artificial intelligence exercise dominatrix. You wobble ever so slightly and that thing admonishes you in a smug female voice -- and you can just see it's perfect little geek-wet-dream-cartoon-never-happen-in-nature-body -- that "You're a little shaky!" Well, Duh, Byte-for-Brains! I'm being JUDGED every single nano-second I stand on this White Board of Condemnation! I'll be doing fine -- for me, that is -- until the smarmy voice intones, "You're swaying a bit!" and then I'm like, "Ya THINK?" as I topple off the side, and the Wii goes, "BOINK!" in a cartoony verbal slap at my inadequacies.

The hate. It Burrrrrns.

If you don't stand on Her Majesty just so, she measures you the entirety of the exercise as being "off balance" and lemme tell you... I wasn't particularly 'off balance' until I introduced myself to that unctious little White Platform of Fail...but now? I'm contemplating Wii-hicular Homicide. I plant my feet on her so carefully...and look at the light yellow circle, expectantly...hopefully, even -- "Maybe this time...?" But my little red dot (which makes me think of lasers...attached to the scope of an M16...pointed at that judgey little yellow circle... yeah...) will be off center. GAHHH! What do I have to DOOOOO?!?

I think that perfidious white nightmare would make an excellant clay pidgeon. Now THAT would be a nice workout, yeah?

Heh. The kicker? I primarily do the Yoga exercises... And isn't Yoga supposed to be like, Zen and stuff? Aren't you supposed to be "loving the body you have now" and breathing into the poses with calm serenity? Releasing your anger and all that crapola? Yeah... No. It MAKES me angry, I tells ya! I cuss my way into the Warrior Pose (eh, I've known PLENTY of 'warriors' who work 'Blue'), I grit and gnash my teeth through the Tree Pose, I gripe and mutter through the Dance Pose....

Oh, yeah. I'm Zen. If by Zen you mean "Homicidally maniacal." That little (*&%%$#@)!! Makes me want to rip it's console out by the root and toss those little Wii Rem--




........Hey...what's this?

..................................The Balance Board's batteries are low? Oh NO! I'm sorry, honey!! Mommy didn't mean it!! I swear -- look! I've got some Double A's right here, fresh from the package... please don't lose all my stats, sugar! I will make it up to you, I SWEAR!!

The Road to Hell...

I had every intention of submitting a blog post a week. I had intended to write a synopsis of my NaNo '08 novel. I had intended to write character studies of the characters from that '08 novel. I had intended to write the latest chapter of my just for fun, X-Files-inspired story-with-no-apparant-end epic. I had intended to sketch out the next chapter of my unfinished NaNo '07 project...

Instead, I read.

Sometimes intentions can be the road to a personal private hell. And sometimes they can be the road less traveled and sometimes they can be what we wanted but was never intended to be.

I've started another just-for-fun project...and I no longer feel guilty for them. All writing is practice, and, although I've not been doing what I'm meant to be doing...I am writing.

So, here is a half-baked blog post, just so I can cross an item of my "I had intended to..." list.