Friday, January 28, 2011

Rabid Rabbits

Title got your attention? ;-)

I've got a lovely bunch of rabbits (deedily deedily?) Yes, writing projects are like rabbits: There's no such thing as just one... with me, anyway.

Last I counted I had fifteen. I think I've added two or three since then :/

Yes, my resolution to work on no more than two projects at a time has crumbled to dust, which has since been blown into the wind. I'm weak, what can I say? So far this month I've worked on maybe three or four of them.

And these rabbits can be RABID, let me tell you, man. "Pick me!" "Write me." Demonic bunny voices yell at me "NOW!" Fortunately, I threaten them with the hose and they scurry back down their holes and leave me in peace (not pieces, as I almost typed on accident.)

Then I get (temporarily) stuck on one bunny, so I call to my peeps, "Yo, get your cotton tails over here." Again there are the demonic bunny voice, "ME!" "Pick me!" Etc., etc., etc.

The point of this post? That it's not bad for me to have more than one project at a time. In fact, it might be healthy. How do I know? Well, no one's come with a size XL straitjacket yet... have they?

Monday, January 24, 2011

Caught in a Bad Snow Dance

It's snowing right now. Proof? The sweat stains under my arms from shoveling sidewalks.

That has nothing to do with today's post. Neither does the title. What I want to talk about is fads and peer pressure.

I tend to walk to the beat of my own bagpiper. I wear mismatched socks--inside out, of course--and my hair has been dyed numerous colors in the past. "I, Rebel" could have been my slogan as a teen--though, in a well-behaved sense of the word.

Who cares what they think? Right?

One definition of a fad: "A passing fashion or fancy imposed upon by groups, nurtured and fortified by peer pressure." (HiTops. Great play. Anyone seen it?)

Peer pressure. It can be good. (Oh!) But it can also be bad. (Oh.) Very bad. (Yeck!)

So, how can you tell what fads in writing are good and which are bad? My answer: don't write for the fads. They come and go. WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE.

As for peer pressure...

Bad: A group insists that semi-colons are the new full stop. You follow this advice--and many editors die a little inside.

Good: I'm writing today. You should write today, too! Even a sentence will suffice!

Bad: I wrote five-thousand words today. I know I have flexible hours and you barely have enough time to breathe, but you must write 5k as well, or else you are a bad writer.

Not that anyone (I hope) would come out and say the last bit, but you might feel like a bad writer if you can't keep up with other's goals/ideals/routines.

Again it comes back to: BE WHAT YOU ARE.

... But also be open to healthy change ;-)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Happy Birthday, Edgar Allan Poe!

In your honor, I post what I had deleted:

I want to hug the Trees. Not a tree. The Trees that gave me Jane Austen.

I want to kiss the ink-smeared blotter of Bronte. Which sister? Pick one.

I want to hold hands with the clock that ticked out the time while Leroux penned "Phantom."

I want to tongue the pen that gave me the Pit and the Pendulum.

If this makes me creepy, I'm proud. Thank you, Edgar!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Regarding That Last Blog...

Yeah, that was me trying to be humorous. Instead, I think I came across as creepy. Yep.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Food for the soul.

Devil's food cake.

Strawberry cake.

Strawberry soda.

Soda pop.


Corn Flakes.

Flaked coconut.



Peanut butter.




Man, poetry makes me fat.

The End

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The First Five Days

So far this year I've been good. Then again, we're only five days in. Yeeks.


- Worked on only two writing projects (rewriting London Towne and writing Shift)
- Read one book (To Kill a Mockingbird)
- Started to read a second book (The Count of Monte Cristo)
- Started Alpha reading for a friend
- Raided a not-so-local bookstore because there is not a single bookstore within twenty minutes' traveling distance (horrors!)
- Bench-pressed a twenty pound cat... with my feet! (feel them muscles, baby!)
- Self-dianosed self with ICP (I Cause Paranoia. Long story short: I had a friend and myself convinced that someone had hacked into her Apple account)
- Boldened random words to make people think I meant something important
- Invented the word Boldened

Yeah, man.

What have YOU done? Or not done. I'm not picky.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

100-Word Sentence

The very first thing I noticed when I died on that dreary and cold December sixth evening at precisely six o'clock plus six and sixty seconds—a mark of the beast of a burden that death was becoming—was that, although my eternal sleeping box was made of the finest cuts of pine and plywood, and despite the fact that the entire enclosure was lined with the best and most expensive stuffed leather and pleather, it was not well ventilated and there were red ants, which brought me to the following conclusion: death was dead uncomfortable and far too itchy.
Enter the fun:


This year I am resolved to work on a harmful habit of mine: juggling. Some people can juggle. I can juggle scarves, but...

*cues circus music*

I can't juggle projects. Or, rather, I SHOULDN'T.

She tears out her hair with the greatest of ease,
The stupid Bozo with projects totaling fifteen...

It's hard to quit cold turkey, so here's what I'm going to do: I am allowed two projects MAX a month. Period. When the month's up, I can continue with those projects or move on to a new one or two new ones.

The line-up will look something like this (subject to change):

JANUARY - Emily + Steam-Beast

FEBRUARY - London Towne + Anti

MARCH - Shift + In a Pickle


MAY - Emily + Anti

JUNE - Steam-Beast + London Towne

JULY - In a Pickle + DED

AUGUST - Wooing Miss Austen + Shift

SEPTEMBER - P&PJ + Steam-Beast

OCTOBER - Anti + In a Pickle

NOVEMBER - DED + London Towne

DECEMBER - Shift + Anti

This way, if I get stuck on one project, I can move on to the next. But if I'm stuck on the next, I have to go back to the first.

Yep. That's my plan. Oh, and those aren't all my projects. There's a least five more.