Out of Office

You know you are a skilled procrastinator when you procrastinate your procrastination blog… procastception. I have always been that way, even as a wee lad, doing my homework on the bus to school, or even sometimes the period before. I am the queen of unfinished projects, handed down to me from my Mother. (Sorry Mom! You know it is true though :D) One of the only things I ever kept up with was training for a half marathon, and that was because I signed up for it before I had even completed a 5k. It was either keep training, or eat that $85. That is was I need. The subtle threat of a deadline. Or maybe less subtle.

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My office today. Yes, I did put my fancy new Starbucks cup on top of my laptop so I could get it in the picture. It has a bunny! And don’t worry. There was SPF 80 on those pale legs of mine. That is also not my pool– though it was home to a porcupine briefly the other night. The real question, did I get any work done? Ha. Kind of. Right now I am working through my second draft, and we use that term loosely. Second draft of my unfinished first draft which is really just a rewrite. Hey whatever help me sleep at night, right? So I did do a little writing, and then came across a section that could be copied and pasted since it still worked well. Bam. A few hundred words down. All work and no play this girl is.

Overall I was quite productive. The perks of dog/house sitting other than doggies and a pool? Access to a washer and dryer.  My husband has more clothes than Carrie Bradshaw. Yeesh. I should know, I steal them all the time. If I could live in joggers and t-shirts, I would. Then I cleaned out a significant portion of our spare room, aka the storage unit, aka my office. A room where dirty socks and magic cards go to die. I really wanted it cleaned so I would have room to start my sewing project. What is that saying? Creativity breeds creativity. What it really means is procrastinate your current creative project with a new one.

Speaking of subtlety (something I do not posses), I started reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by  Mark Manson. Does anyone else pronounce it sub-tle when reading it? Like archive. I totally still say ar-chive in my head. Anyway, so far the book exceeds my expectations. Hoping to finish it this week. And, I finally saw Ready Player One. I must have missed the memo because I kept saying, ‘this was not how it happened in the book…’, which was fine by me, I am hardly any kind of book purist. It just took me pleasantly by surprise. Though I did read the book over a year ago so I could have forgotten a bunch of stuff too. A blissfully short memory. Both a blessing and a curse.

 

Decisions

The hardest thing I had to do today, was chose between which tote bag I wanted for the Vengeful pre-order. Well I wish that was the hardest thing. Anyway, they are both pretty great. I am a huge fan of V. E. Schwab, and I loved the first book in the series, Vicious. Which is really surprising. Actually, if you look at a lot of my favorite authors, you would think I am some kind of, morbid? Person. Not sure what would be the correct word there. But morbid is pretty much the opposite of me. I had to skim some parts (I don’t do drowning- you can thank Mario 64 for that), and in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods I had a small panic attack during the morgue scene. Yet I continue to read these things.

On a lighter note, I read my first romance novel, ever. It was so cute! It is called the Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang. It is about an autistic woman who hires an escort to teach her the, uh, finer parts of a relationship. If you catch my drift here. It did reaffirm the reason I read mostly sci-fi and fantasy though. I despise when conflict arises from lack of communication. Now with this genre, you just can’t get around it, and I will say the author did an awesome job of working that into the story line. The characters were well defined and very relatable, making it a fun read.

So. The whole reason for my blog. My writing. I really struggled last month. That is okay, life happens. This month I am coming in strong though. I went back to the beginning at started there. Did some editing, threw some new stuff in there as well. I have been experimenting with some shorter chapters among the longer ones. I like it- not sure if the people I share my work with will, but hey, it is all about finding what is right. With multiple points of view, sometimes I just want to show a snippet of someone, rather than a whole multi-scene spread. And if it is getting me to write, why not? The rule is, there are no rules. Someone said that. Or my Mother told me that, I don’t know. But that, and ‘work harder’ are my mantras for this month.

A Spice Named Variety

For someone who appreciates routine, some may call me fickle. I prefer capricious– just because it sounds cooler. I just finished another book last night, bring my YTD count to 20. I keep track on Goodreads. It has really encouraged me to read more than ever, which in turn I think will help me write better. I pretty much stopped reading after high school except for the occasional fling.

My most recently read was American Panda by Gloria Chao. I still really enjoy YA, there is just something so simple and heartwarming about the genre. This was about a Taiwanese-American girl whose parents had planned out the rest of her life, resulting in a premed track at MIT for a germaphobe. Not to mention the love interest is not Taiwanese, which is a problem. I think the author wrote the MC’s struggle between following her families wishes and her own very well. It was cute and a quick read.

So back to spice. Or rather, herbs. Not sure if it was the beautiful weather, or my form of procrastinating more, but I started a garden this weekend. Boy was it hard work. I am still sore! And this was all after I ran around the park a few times. My Husband and I rent, but there is a small garden plot in front of our place. It was very overgrown and neglected, so I had to remove pretty much everything in it. I ended up planting lavender, basil, peppermint, sage, rosemary, and I think parsley. I lost the tag to that one. My choices worked out well, hopefully, since both rabbits and deer don’t like smelly plants. We have a lot of wild animals around our place. I name all of them. Bernadette and Bernard are the bunnies, Clyde and Claudette are the geese. The woodpecker is Woodrow. And then there is Frank, the groundhog.

I will have to crack the proverbial whip on writing. I had to talk out some ideas for the scenes I am stuck on this week, but that went really well. Now I feel refreshed. I have been bad this month. Only the first few days did I write anything. I have that log to prove it :/. Today, I must celebrate all things Mom, but hopefully the rest of the week will bring progress.

Violent Hiccups

I feel like that could be the title to some kind of, self discovery piece. But really, I just have an aggressive case of hiccups as I write this. I used to get kicked out of class as a kid when I had them because they were so loud/sound super funny. One of my irrational fears in life are hiccups that never go away. IT CAN HAPPEN. (I’m not sure if that is true.)

So far, no writing these past few days. Though I have somehow managed to find other things to occupy my time. Started reading Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Very good so far. Very, relatable. Just what I needed to get out of my own head. I enjoy his description of what he thinks about, or rather, lack there of while running. Murakami refers to it as the ‘void’, which I completely agree with.

I had so much to say. But all of a sudden I am just so tired. This will just be a super random post. So I leave you with this:Maker:L,Date:2017-9-17,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Titan attacking grumpy cat. I was cleaning and knocked it over in my bedroom. Next thing I know he was dragging it around the house. Going for the killing blow right there.

 

Devour… What a great word.

Especially when used in reference to a book. Last night I stayed up till 2, finishing The Children of Blood and Bone. What an great book, I cant wait for the next one. Tomi Adeyemi is a wonderful storyteller. Each chapter left me wanting more, hence why I just powered through the last quarter yesterday evening. I gave it five stars. Only a couple things I didn’t like, but overall an excellent read. I highly recommend it.

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Titan wanted me to take a nap with him. It was hard to say no.

I am running on this amazing high right now. Between finishing this book, and then the last book in the Themis Files Trilogy comes out May 1st, Only Human (so excited!), AND THEN, I also got a copy of Tyler Johnson Was Here for 2.99 off of Amazon. Yay reading!

Next, a musical group I really want to see has announced their tour dates, and I am itching to get tickets. We shall see. I am not too picky, as long as we are not up in the nosebleeds, they make me feel super dizzy. But it is going to be stressful when they go on sale. I have a feeling it will sell out in minutes. I have two venues that are close enough for a weekend getaway, so hopefully one of them will work.

And lastly, I finally conquered the battle scene I was writing. Not only did I dislike writing it, I also don’t like reading them. They can be so boring to me. So I channeled my feelings on them, taking what I don’t like about typical battle scenes, and writing around that. Writing more about what the character’s felt, rather than the actions of their weapons. None of my perspectives are skilled fighters, which makes the scene a little more difficult. I am hoping it worked. Thankfully I have a couple awesome friends who read way more than I do and can give me pretty sound advice. In fact, I wouldn’t be this far without them.

 

Spring sense of mind.

Finally. Living in the northeastern United States, I should be familiar with ‘fake spring’, but it doesn’t make it any easier when it snows in the middle of April. It has been a crazy past few days, between hosting a bridal shower, and a whirlwind trip to go see Frozen on Broadway (more on that later). I did my first paint and sip this past weekend as well. It was really fun, but the perfectionist in me did not like the time limit. Something that would take me a full day, done in two hours. No wonder they serve alcohol. Despite all of that activity, I have been writing and reading, AND I went for a run yesterday. Which is good, seeing as I have a race this Saturday.

Running is really important to me. It is the main reason I lost a good chunk of weight a few years back (that and not drinking Snapple peach iced tea in bucket-loads). I hated it. I was so bad. It made me angry that I was bad at it, so I challenged myself to get better. First it was two minutes straight running on the treadmill. Then more. I remember the day I ran for ten minutes, no break. I cheered in the gym. Talk about socially awkward, but I don’t care. Months later I was running my first half marathon. I don’t do those anymore, but a 5k here and there keeps me motivated. It has been great for my mental health. I have the tendency to overthink things, and running rolls right over those thoughts, forcing me to focus on stuff like, you know– breathing/staying alive. One of my favorite authors, Haruki Murakami has a book about running. I actually owned it way before discovering his other stuff. I still haven’t read it yet. That will be my goal this summer.

So, Frozen on Broadway, was it any good? Hell yes. The cast was amazing, the music was great. Favorite song by far was one of the new ones with Oaken, Hygge. Finding a spider in your shoe– not Hygge! That set though. I used to be a techie back in the high school days, and I appreciate a great set. This is by far the best one I’ve seen. Along with the digital effects during the show. I don’t have a lot of Broadway experience (this is my third show ever), so take that with a grain of salt. I am very lucky, and will get to see Dear Evan Hansen next month. Doubling my musical count in one year! I have to thank my younger sister for that. Her addiction has spread throughout our family.

 

Book Sale Bargains.

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So as you can see, I got a few books at my local library’s book sale. I have already started One Hundred Years of Solitude in audio book format, which is good, but hard to follow as some of the characters have the same name. I am excited to start reading it, but I am now in the depths of Children of Blood and Bone (which is living up to my high expectations). For Wicked, I have seen the musical at my local theater, and I was pleasantly surprised. I have never been very interested in the Wizard of Oz or any of its retellings. The Crichton book I grabbed is called Pirate Latitudes, and honestly I only grabbed it because, pirates. I love pirates. Do I totally romanticize them? Yes.

Finally got some writing done, bringing my WC to 50k. Probably won’t get to my goal of 60k by May 1st, but that is okay. I am going slow, making sure I like what is being written, and not just trying to fill the page.

Sad news today in the EDM community. Avicii passed away at the age of 28. Whatever reasons contributed to it, he was a very talented artist, and one of the few that I actually purchased their album. Spotify had a playlist ready scarily fast, but it has been nice listening to all of his music today. I forgot how many songs I loved.  I guess that is all we can do when an artist passes away. Remember why we love them, by reliving what they have produced. Whether it be music, movies, or traditional art.