Freedom To

That is literally what the app is called. I am using the free trial right now, but so far I can see this becoming very useful. I know, it’s kind of sad. Like woman, use some self control here! But I prefer to work at home, where I have unlimited access to both water and the bathroom. Oh, and sfreedom.tonacks. Of course other places have that, usually for a price. I will let you know how well the program works after I use up my seven sessions. Right now I have it set to 90 minutes of block time. I added a few more sites like Digg and Buzzfeed, but left things like Spotify, my email, and of course WordPress. It has been a while since I’ve posted, so I figured writing was writing.

Honestly, I haven’t done much of anything. No reading, no writing, no running. Sometimes, we just have to take some time for ourselves. Not in the self-improvement sense, but more the it’s okay just to exist. I had a hard time doing more than watching Psych and scrolling through Reddit this past week. I was beating myself up about it too. There is nothing wrong with just existing though. Our live are nonstop. Working, socializing, events, general personal upkeep, even sleeping if you think about it. I know I feel a great sense of accomplishment after a good workout, or finishing a book, or you know, working on this evil novel. But at the same time I don’t want to ruin those things for myself. I took almost a year-long break from running after a string of half-marathons because I was just tired of it. Now a run is rewarding instead of means to an end.

When I look at my Scrivener, my novel seems all over the place. I have new stuff mixed with old, some sections done, and others with large holes in them. So I have gone back to my outline. That is my project for today. Rewrite that, with all the new ideas I have had. Get it all organized somewhere, so I can extend that to the rest of the story. One hour left on the block. Lets do this.

Time to wake up

The last day of September. Man that flew by. But I say that every month. I set some pretty loft goals this month, and I didn’t reach a single one of them. That’s okay. I made progress on all three, and that’s what matters in the end. Between a vacation,  a long longggggg drive to go see BTS in concert, and birthdays (so many birthdays), I was quite busy. Not to mention the welcomed change in season, that despite loving, causes my migraines to come out in full bloom. Just a lot going on. But now it is time for all things apple cider and spiced wine, and I am okay with that.

I did manage to read a whole book this week, well, Tuesday. I read it all Tuesday. I took the day off in case we wanted to stop somewhere on our way back from the concert, but we didn’t, and it just so happened to be the day V.E. Schwab’s Vengeful came out. I blew through that book in less than 24 hours. It was even better than the first, Vicious. It was full of fast paced action and interesting characters, and a couple of twists. I really like how Schwab works with morally grey characters. How she can make the reader have feelings for them. How you can think someone is a bad guy, but then you put them next to someone worse, and all of a sudden you don’t know what to think. I am really in love with books that don’t try to tell you what is right and wrong, but rather show you how it is not so black and white. And that ending. It was perfect. So creative.

Still working on a few other books, but the new Haruki Murakami book comes out in a couple a weeks, and a don’t know if I will be able to resist. I am waiting for The Wind-up Bird Chronicle at the library right now as well. Maybe it will just be a Murakami month. I have way less to do, and blackout dates at my job will ensure no wandering off (one way of looking at it, right?). I didn’t get a full finished draft yet, but I did make progress. It doesn’t help that I just keep coming up with new ideas. Whoever said your story will not look like your first draft in the end is totally right. I mean, the characters and overall plot have stayed the same, but other than that, nope. Completely different. Better. Hopefully.

Who runs the world?

Well, if you are a K-pop fan, BTS does. And, seeing as I am in fact, a fan of K-pop, I dragged my husband up to Hamilton, Ontario for their concert. There are a lot of reasons I love BTS. But lets go back to the beginning. I’ve never been into boy bands (though I would argue they are more than just that). My first concert was Matchbox 20. Actually, they make up more than 50% of my concert attendances, and that is not including Rob Thomas’s solo tours, that yes, I have gone to many of. And if I don’t stop now they are going to derail this blog post with how much I love their music, and how you don’t know emo until you’ve listened to Rest Stop off of their album Mad Season (seriously, if you are having relationship issues, do not listen to that song).

Maybe this was me trying to relive my youth, or maybe I am 13 going on 30. I just really felt I needed to see these young men live, and boy was it worth it. Their music is as good as it is meaningful, and if you follow anything about them, they are just downright decent humans. But what I love most about them is their drive. These young men are so inspirational. When I get home from a horrid day at work, and I am not in the mood to write, I think about them. I think about how they are everywhere. Always practicing, always bettering themselves. Working on new things while on tour. Writing lyrics while on a plane. We all find motivation in different forms in this world, and they apparently have become mine.

The concert was awesome. They put on an amazing performance. I took a few pictures, but this is one of my favorites.

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It is of J-Hope. I love the contrast of the blue army bombs (light sticks) and the stage lighting. Out of all the members, I got the best pictures of him. He was so animated. Coincidentally, his solo on their most recent album, Trivia : Just Dance, is my favorite. The runner up to that is Trivia : Seesaw (a lot of peoples favorite), but that is a very emotional song.

So I guess it is time to use this motivation, and this day off, to do some writing. Or you know, power-read through Vengeful, which came out today, and yeah okay, maybe I am already 1/3 of the way through. One or the other. But first, coffee.

 

Chapter 10, Again

Is it possible to be both productive, and counter productive? Because if so, I walk that fine line well. My vacation is over. In fact, I need to leave for work in 15 minutes, so I better make this quick. I am behind in my running, currently at 13 miles total for the month. Running in Florida was a struggle for me, bless you who do. It was hot hot hot. My Husband and I leave Saturday for a concert, so I am not sure where the other 17 will fit in. Nevertheless, I will try.

I finished Bloody Rose, and am now onto The Obelisk Gate. It is good so far, but a little confusing. I might have waited to long between it and the first book. But speaking of books, I cam home to this– My pre-order gift for V. E. Schwab’s Vengeful. It cDnKrR4WUYAEslSAomes out in October and I am excited to read it. Also pictured, vicious Titan who decided to wake me up three times this morning. Yay for first day back to work in a week. And boy it will be a busy one. Dinner tonight, a class tomorrow, a hair appointment Wednesday (thinking of chopping it all off, not that I will go through with that). The list goes on.

As for writing. Aye. That is all I can say. I sat in bed Thursday night, unable to sleep. This turned into a double epiphany. The first one was with a part of my current novel I have written a few times (looking at you chapter 10). World building has been a struggle, but I think I am finally get close to where the story needs to be. Of course that means I now have to rewrite a bunch of things I had already worked on this past week. Oh well. Part of the process right? The next idea I had was for a whole separate story. It just came to me, all neatly packaged, characters, setting, plot and all. Tempting. I know the package is a lie, but still I wrote some of it down just to get it out of my head. And so I could go to sleep.

Well back to the grind. Hope everyone has a nice work week. I will update after the concert 🙂

Dancing in September

Or rather, wake me up when September ends. A little of both. This is going to be a rough, but fun month. Despite whatever is going on in the background, I have goals. Lofty ones might I add.

30 miles for 30 years. Yep, that’s right, turning the big three-oh! So in celebration (or masochistic intent, you choose) I will be running 30 miles this month. This is not too much of a reach for me, I already run. But with an upcoming vacation to Florida and plans every weekend, it wont be the easiest. I say I will run while in the sunshine state, but my melting point is low 80s so there’s that.

Finish 3 books. Right now I am working my way through Bloody Rose by Nicholas Eames, which I am absolutely enjoying. I love protagonists who are not ‘kick-ass’ in the traditional sense. As someone who jumps when the toast pops (yes, every time) I find it hard to relate to sexy sword-bearing females.  The other two I have planned are the remainder of the Broken Earth Trilogy, or one of those and 1000 Years of Solitude that I have yet to really get into. Those could change though. I might go on vacation and decide I need a sappy YA contemporary. Which sounds pretty amazing right now.

Lastly, have a full first draft. A ‘finished’ story. I keep going over my strongest sections, and I need to write past that. I changed a few things, which has been mentally frustrating, because it makes me feel like I will never get to the end. Just the other night I diverged from the story-line to write a kissing scene, and as I debated where it fit in, I had a whole new idea on how that part of the book should go. Aye. I hope that is all part of the process, and I hope that I will just keep getting better at it.

It is going to be a busy month. Birthdays galore. A vacation. A concert. Fixing some things. Changing others. Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. Save Ferris.

Words, dreams, and one beer– I swear.

I feel like I am supposed to hate the slang smol. But. Honestly love it. As far as slang goes, I feel like it represents its meaning well. Some terms are irrelevant, like cray cray vs. crazy. To me they mean the same thing. According to Urban Dictionary (a dangerous place), smol means not only small, but cute. It just looks like that meaning. If you catch my drift. Does that make sense? Probably not the most eloquent with words tonight. I have partaken in some libations, specifically this beer called Lux by Bissell Brothers in Maine. Normally I prefer an amber/red ale. If that makes it sound like I know what I am talking about when it comes to beer, I don’t.  I had to phone a friend to ask if I should pour said beer in a glass (yes) and she could tell OVER THE PHONE, that I was doing it wrong. Which of course made me laugh and it just all went downhill from there.

Downhill, aka two Boston creme muffins later. Also dangerous. I digress.

Started a Neil Gaiman book I have not read yet, Anansi Boys, while I wait for a couple new releases later this month. It’s pretty good so far. I love Gaiman, but he is a little dark for me sometimes. This has nothing to do with the word smol. Can I call it a word? Are slang words, still words? Is slang word redundant, like PIN number? These are the types of questions that will keep me up at night. Previous examples, do people who are blind, or have become blind, dream? (Short answer, yes. Long answer, look it up it is pretty fascinating.) And another one related to dreaming, is it in fact possible to have a dream within a dream? (Research shows probably not, more like realizing you are in a dream, ‘waking up’ and continuing to dream, ‘lucid dreaming’.)

Going to stop there. I could keep going with this pure nonsense, but I will save the few people who do read this from that. Maybe next post will actually be about writing. Constant vigilance.

 

 

 

 

Girl with the Green Glasses

I think I have been watching too much Sherlock. According to am email I received from the NY public library, Virgo’s (that’s me!) should like books based off of, and including, the original Sherlock Holmes. Here is the link if you want to see your literary horoscope. Haven’t been in much of a reading mood lately, so I decided to watch the first two seasons of the BBC version. Gotta say, I like it a lot. It is surprising that I’m not more of a fan of mystery stories. I grew up in a house where Nancy Drew was read to me as a child, and Murder She Wrote and Columbo were constantly on the television. But at the same time so was Star Trek, and Quantum Leap, and Dr. Who. Clearly one had a bit more influence.

My point, though, if there even is one– is my green glasses. I wear translucent mint green frames (courtesy of Warby Parker) on the daily, and because of this people are starting to recognize me. Mainly from my job, as I work where I live/grocery shop/work out, but they don’t remember my name, they remember the glasses. I even had a dream about it, where I signed some sort of note — The Girl with the Green Glasses. Not going to lie, I kind of like it. An alter ego of sorts. My mind is FULL of possibilities. I love alter ego’s and alias’s. Sometimes we never grow up from playing pretend.

Back on the whole mystery novel thing. I think I just like a good twist. No rhyme or reason. No specific genre. You know what book I really liked that had a twist? The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin. I read it as a kid. In fact, I think my Mom bought it in attempt to get me read something mystery-esque. Also The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin. I have yet to read the next two books in the trilogy as it is a pretty intense series, but damn, that first book really got me.  I really look up to her as an aspiring writer and hope some day my work can be as talented as hers. Other than the major twist in the book, I do remember reading a particularly blush-inducing scene out loud to my husband once, and he now forever quotes it when I say I am reading something. I am hoping to read the second book, The Obelisk Gate, on my next plane flight this September. Sometimes I need that forced boredom to get into heavy books. Of course, there are like 7 or 8 unfinished books on my Kindle, so who knows which one I will go with.