Sunday, December 3, 2017

Another Failure

It's December, now; National Novel Writing Month is officially over.

I didn't make it. Not to 50,000 words. Not to 25,000 words. In fact, I don't think I wrote anything past my previous blog entry. I'm glad I tried it, I guess, but I'm pretty bummed I only made it about 1/4 of the way to "winning".

I knew that this was going to be the kind of endeavor where once you start getting behind, it's incredibly difficult to catch up (see: my entire college career). And given the other things I have to be mindful about at any time--family, house junk, work, et cetera--it just wasn't in the cards.

I don't know that I ever felt like I clicked with my fellow local writers, which had been another reason I decided to do this: to try to meet new people. It wasn't the fault of any of those writers; it's just that I'm as terrible at making friends as I ever was.

I'll probably try NaNoWriMo again in 2018, when I'll have a better idea of what it requires. And I may even keep going on this year's novel. It wasn't all that great, but it did make it to chapter seven, which is six chapters more than I've ever written.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

WriMo Check-in

For NaNoWriMo, I have written 12,305 words. That's a really good number for the first week of November. For the third week of November, which is where we currently are, that's a horrible number.

The interesting part is that I'm not throwing in the towel. Even knowing that I won't "win" (I actually hate that term as applied to NaNoWriMo), it's still interesting to see where I'm going with this story. And it's interesting that I'm still motivated to plug away at it.

I don't finish much of what I start.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

In Fits and (re-)Starts

Here--once again--I go, dusting off this blog and pretending like I'm going to make this a somewhat regular endeavor. After all, it's only been two years plus a month since my last entry...

Why now? Since we're in the middle of November, I'm in the middle of my first attempt at NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, if you're nasty) and let me tell you: it is going well. Not. It is not going well at all. Some might even call it "unwell".

I'd like to think I have something creative to hurl out into the Internet, and I'd like that to be both in art and in writing. Musically, I peaked somewhere in high school. And since that was with a trombone, it was not at all impressive. But artistically--I feel that I have some small amount of talent, regardless of how horribly I've nurtured that part of myself (ref: the sad amount and quality of art I began to publish on this site).

And writeringly--well, I've always fancied myself as able to turn a phrase. How hard could it be to write a short story? Or even a novel?

So hard. So, so very hard.

Even though I've accepted I won't "win" NaNoWriMo this year (if I couldn't keep up any kind of pace in the first half of the month, I sure ain't gonna be able to double that for the second half) I'm still going to keep plugging away and see how far I get. Some of it may even find its way here, in serialized story form.

Either that, or two years from now I'm composing a new blog entry about how I'm really REALLY going to keep writing a little bit at least a few times a week.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Color Me Embarrassed

There's a show on Cartoon Network called Steven Universe. My kids love it, and my daughter even likes to make up new characters for it. She created a new Crystal Gem named Aquamarine.



She wanted me to draw Aquamarine for her, based on her MS-Paint design. I did, and then I brought it to work so I could scan it into a file she could color and edit at home. At home that afternoon, I realized I had LEFT MY CARTOON DRAWING IN THE SCANNER/COPIER. Oh, well--I supposed there would be a few puzzled people who saw it on the counter of the printer room.



The next morning I checked the counter and the copier, but it wasn't in either place. I guessed that I actually did bring it home; I just forgot about it.

Late in the day, I found it tacked on the bulletin board right next to the kitchen. So EVERYBODY saw it. At least nobody saw me take it down and sneak it into my bag, and it never had my name on it. But COME ON, co-workers--anytime anything else is left in the copier, it's always put on the counter. WHY NOT THIS TIME?

Anyway, that's how I died of mortification.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

"Magic is a drug. Careful how you use it."

You can't judge a book by its cover--granted. However, a really great cover did entice me to pick up Dirty Magic from the shelf of my local bookstore. Once I read the back of the book and flipped through a few random pages to get a sense of the writing style, I knew I'd be taking the book home with me. After reading a few chapters, I knew I'd be picking up the rest of the series (however long it went) and also adding the author's name to my list of "always keep on the radar; buy anything written by".



Jaye Wells has created a world (continued in Cursed Moon and Deadly Spells) with a tremendous amount of depth and a wealth of enticing characters. Magic exists, but unfortunately can be as addictive and detrimental as drugs. The lead character is Kate Prospero, a magic adept and police officer. As the trilogy is named "Prospero's War", you know you'll be delving into her life for at least the duration of the series, and you won't be disappointed. However, even the supporting characters are so well fleshed out that it's difficult to think of them as "supporting". I wanted to learn so much more about Kate's colleagues, and I think there's at least a novel's worth of exploration for each and every character Wells devised. And that's only if the author gets bored of the world of Babylon, Ohio. She could do a series featuring any one of the members of the Magical Enforcement Agency task force and I'd be all in, each and every time!



Both the author and the main character are women. The only reason this is noteworthy is because it appears that women are still given short shrift in the world of fantasy/science fiction literature, even after so many strong female characters and so many incredibly talented female authors.It is my hope that the works created by brilliant authors such as Jaye Wells help to dissolve this issue once and for all. Personally, I didn't consider NOT purchasing Dirty Magic because of the gender of the author nor of the hero. It was an intriguing premise set in a fascinating world--that's why I bought it. I have no reservations about recommending these novels to anyone interested in supernatural fiction, urban fantasy, or crime stories, simply because the writing is "too feminine"--whatever that might mean. It is flat out a great series written by an incredible author.


I don't pre-order many books these days, simply because the "to be read" stack on my bookshelf has grown so large that it is now spawning little offspring stacks. But in this case, I bought Cursed Moon and pre-ordered Deadly Spells at the same time, because I knew I'd be anxious to read the third installment ASAP after finishing the second. Jaye published the novella Fire Water between books two and three as an e-book. I purchased that one as well; it was a nice diversion while waiting for the third book's release date (but it made the wait for a longer adventure that much more difficult!)


I'm now making my way through some of the author's other series, and what I've read so far is as engrossing as this one. However, "Prospero's War" will always be the series that introduced Jaye Wells to my bookshelves, and so I'll always feel a special affinity for the gritty world of Babylon, Ohio.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

How I've Been

This is that blog entry. This is the one that I've known for a long time that I wanted to write next, but that I found difficult to do. And because it was perpetually "next", I've let my blog lapse--once again--into oblivion. The lag this time has been 4 months. I'm not the kind of blogger people read, but I still like the idea of having a blog that is somewhat up-to-date, if only for myself.

I'll just put it out there: I've been diagnosed with chronic depression. "Dysthymia", if I try to mask in in medical terms. I've probably had it for quite some time, possibly decades. Am I embarrassed to admit this? Not really. Worried that putting this out on the Internet will affect my current or future career opportunities? Not particularly. It's just this thing about me, this thing I'm addressing, and it almost feels like I'm more ashamed about it if I don't talk about it.

I was a little concerned about my first visits with a therapist, almost a year ago. The word "depression" came up early in our conversations (and therefore in my thoughts with increasing frequency), but I really felt that couldn't apply to me. I was wary of claiming depression because I had heard that people who were depressed, clinically depressed, were almost unable to function. Hours or days were spent on the couch or in bed, because they couldn't escape the greyness of their own thoughts. Additionally, I actually felt a little guilty for even considering the notion that I was depressed, because what did I have to be truly depressed about? What right do I have to be depressed? With only the odd bump in the road here and there, I really don't have a lot in my life to complain about (not legitimately).

My therapist explained to me that was a common perception of depression, but the can't-get-off-the-couch feeling is only one manifestation, one level of severity. The day I was actually diagnosed with chronic depression, he put it in a way that I'll never forget: "You're able to function all right, but it's as if you're always walking around in three or four feet of water. Now, three or four feet of water isn't going to kill you, but who wants to do that all the time?" I don't know if this is his analogy or a description commonly used by psychologists talking to patients, but that nailed it. Right on the head.


There was such a wave of relief at hearing a description that so crystallized how I feel. I think it almost validated my own feelings and made it seem okay to admit that I actually did need help and that what I was doing was going to be good for me. I still think that, and I hope I continue to make progress at addressing this part of me.

I'm not one hundred percent certain why I felt such a need to write this up and launch it into the infosphere, laid bare for any and all to see. What if my family reads it? What if my co-workers read it? Shrug. It's just me; it doesn't mean I'm crazy or broken or anything that I haven't been for the past twenty years. On the contrary, it might be part of the explanation for (without excusing) the fact that I've definitely become much more cynical and grouchier and, at times, meaner over the years.

The difference now is that I'm coming to terms with that and trying to fix it. And not all by myself.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

One of Those Nerds Who Names Their Cars

When I got my Ford Sienna mini-van, I jokingly tweeted that I was unsure if I would name it the Millennium Falcon or Serenity.

Well, half-jokingly.

As I've become more comfortable driving the Sienna I've come to start thinking of it as my car. My wife seems fine with this, since she still likes driving the Prius. Since it's my car, I've added a few personalizations here and there. I never minded much when Annette put election bumper stickers on the Prius, but I think she probably takes issue (if only a bit) with my choices of flair:




I recently attempted to stick another identifying emblem on my windshield:
However, it appears too cold for that now; the first time I started the windshield defroster, the decal peeled away from the glass. Maybe next spring...

Even so, I've been trying to think of a Firefly-related name for the mini-van for quite some time. I didn't want to go with the obvious "Firefly" or "Serenity". I tried the names of various crew members and settled worlds of the Firefly 'verse, but nothing really clicked. The closest I ever got was a brief flirtation with naming my ride "The Tam", since that encompasses two of the main characters who are also arguably the driving force behind the story of the Firefly crew as we know it. But that name still never felt quite right.

Sometimes, inspiration hits when you least expect it. I wasn't even thinking about my naming problem this morning as I got ready for work, but the moment I stepped out of the shower, one word entered my consciousness and took firm root there. It was, in my opinion, the perfect name for my Sienna mini-van that also pays tribute to one of my favorite TV shows.

I am now the pilot of "Siennity".