Sunday, May 22, 2011

What's in a Name?

I know I've done this before, but see if you can't guess the true book title:

Snobbery and Preconceived Notions

Master of the Looped Jewelery Pieces

The Wizard's Pebble

Me, Mechanical Humanoid

The Result of Famine Recreational Activities


Quiet, Quiet
Good luck. Oh, and feel free to entertain me with your own!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Reads of '11 (As of 5/18)

-The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
-I, Robot
-The Missing: Found
-The Boneshaker
-The Count of Monte Cristo
-The Hunger Games
-To Kill a Mocking Bird
-Storm Front

My goal is still 100 by January 1, 2012. I need to kick it up a notch!

Friday, May 13, 2011

Honesty and an Over-used Analogy

To be honest, things haven't been going that great lately. I've been caught in a rut. A wasteland. A desert. Etc., etc., etc.

Then it occurred to me: If my tank has no fuel, my car isn't going to run and I'll be stuck in the desert FOREVER.

Without fuel, a car can't run (and neither can the AC--It is HOT in this desert.) Likewise, if I don't feed the artistic side of my brain, I will be stranded in a literary desert. No words. No ink. No hope.

Fortunately, there is a desert oasis/gas station. It's called The Library. So, fellow traveller (am I stretching this metaphor too far?), I am taking a pit stop. No use hitting the gas pedal when there's nothing in the tank, right?

It's not just about reading lots, though (I have been reading some, but that's about to be upped.) There are many things that fuel a writer's brain. They cover the five senses:

- Art. Painted, sculpted and photographic types of art. (Sight)
- Music. (Sound)
- Diet. Yes, eating nutritious and new foods, I believe, help stimultate the senses and thus fuel creativity. (Taste and smell)
- Exercise. Walking, jogging, aerobics, yoga, pilates... they all get endorphins pumping. (Touch... sweat, feet hitting the ground, the feel of your clothes sticking to your body...)

I've already started refueling my body and brain with diet and exercise. I'm going to add in some more variety of music, and I plan on visiting an art museum and a flower garden in the upcoming months.

Sound like a good plan?
What do you do when you run out of fuel?

Friday, May 6, 2011

Excuse 331

All of my notebooks are half written in. All of my pencils are missing. What a good excuse not to write today.

Actually, I have tons of spiral notebooks and nice mechanical pencils lying here and there throughout my house. I think I’ve unwittingly started a collection. “Oh, I don’t have anything to write in,” I often say, then pick up a new notebook at the local drugstore. When I get home, I realize I have twenty. Then, I’m always losing pencils in couch cushions, behind chairs, under chairs, in drawers. So, it’s off to the drugstore to by a couple dozen more. Of course, the second I get home, flush-faced and smiling with a fresh package of number two pencils, they go missing.

“Mom, have you seen my pencil?” is the most common question around here. In the back of my mind, however, I know that it was her devious plotting and scheming to steal my beloved writing utensils.

Twenty notebooks and no pencils, this can be no good. How am I supposed to get any writing done around here?

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Awkward Moments

Being the only one to give a standing ovation (happened this past Friday.)

Being the only one to laugh at a joke.

Being the only one NOT to laugh at a joke.

Applauding too soon.

Applauding too late.

Snoring in public.

Drooling on the stranger next to you (strangers no more, eh?)

Pronouncing rendezvous how it looks to an American eye.

Laughing 'til you wet your pants--and you're in your twenties.

Realizing your shirt is inside out... at the end of the evening.

Realizing your fly is down... when the opposite sex points it out.


What's YOUR most awkward moment?