NaNoWriMo Coming Soon and What That Means This Year

Once again, November is promising to be one heck of a busy month. All kinds of busy is going to be upon me, one way or another. That said, I’ve been trying to get writing my own stuff as part of my daily routine, beyond personal journaling, again. Four hundred words s day have not been proving all that hard. Sometimes getting the paperwork parts of the day out if the way doesn’t leave a lot of extra maintenance time, but other days it does.

Technologically, I have more options for travel work, writing style.

I have a few ideas and characters buzzing around in my head, waiting to gel together.

I suppose fear’s the door between me and giving myself the push back into the pool, this November. At least I recognize it.

It isn’t the only thing, though. There are also about a hundred other projects that I feel like I should embark on. The theme months I need could get kind if epic, and there is still life to do and books to read… and  games with husband to play and family time.

Maybe I should make January National Sewing Real Things Month. I have great patterns and some nice material. I have costume sketches and costumes themselves that are half-done. My wardrobe would thank me, if I took the time to finish outfits that weren’t for a con or on a deadline. I really should get some drapes done, too, for the living room, guest room, and offices. This month could fill itself easily.

Maybe February would be National Yarn Craft For Me and Friends month. I’m kind if behind to do it for the Holidays. I’ve been so caught up in doing things for etsy lately.  As a result, I haven’t made a lot of my “priority” patterns that I want to make for me, even if I sell some like them later. I have some really gorgeous yarns that I have some really gorgeous plans for, and it would be nice to get on that without guilt.

March could be Make Things Month. Once all my textiles got dealt with, I could make all the other things I keep trying to budget for. There’s Tesla coils and automated die rollers, and furniture, and… just oh, so many things that I really think I could rock making and want to make. Maybe I wouldn’t even loose any fingers. Which is good, because…

By then it would be April, which could be Home Decorating and Maintenance Month.  This month would call for more tools. I love tools. I would get the pictures that I haven’t quite figured out a spot for up. The cabinets would get new latches. I would revolutionize the organizational scheme of the house and then go outside and garden like  Martha Stewart on speed. The painting of walls and reupholstering I’d do! Suddenly I’d have my databases updated…

Speaking of, May would be left with Computer Month. All those code projects and books on typography and color theory and languages and platforms would be toast under my laser focus….they just would.

I’d be drained enough that meeting people and losing weight month in June would be a relief, but not as much as July which would be Read Those Books In That Shelf Month.

That leaves 4 months, and one if those is Holiday Month, so 3 really.

What if I really ran my life like that? Well, the other three months could be Editing, Etsy, and Shopping, for one thing.

I get too carried away, as usual… but this idea, there is a modicum of merit.

See you in the trenches.

Review: 1Q84

1Q84 by Haruki Murakami
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This is the first book I’ve read by Haruki Murakami, but it won’t be the last. I became involved with the characters in this novel almost immediately, and while I found some of the rawer plot points to be uncomfortable, it didn’t ruin things. It’s the kind of rambling plot that sometimes doesn’t quite pass for one, but I still wasn’t disappointed with where things went. It reminded me of some of my favorite dreams and some of the better “arty” anime. 1Q84’s worlds had a feeling of being larger than what I was shown. The characters were all very… full. I had no reason not to believe that their lives extended beyond what I was being shown.

Since reading it, I’ve been hearing that it’s not the best one to start with, and I really, really hope that’s true, because that means the others have to be awesome.

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Review: MWF Seeking BFF: My Yearlong Search For A New Best Friend

MWF Seeking BFF: My Yearlong Search For A New Best Friend
MWF Seeking BFF: My Yearlong Search For A New Best Friend by Rachel Bertsche
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Off and on, I’m an aficionado of “psychological” books. More often than not, while a lot of them talk about problems or phenomena, not a lot of them actually say anything of a “and so…” nature. That’s cool. That’s okay. That’s also sometimes frustrating.

That said, this book isn’t a pro-psych book, by any means. It’s anecdotes, but interesting ones. Rachel’s adventures trying to “come out of herself” so to speak in Chicago and “make friends” feel kind of like a gimmicky book hook, but a fun one that speaks to me and my life. I’ve been put in a position where I need to be more social lately and am looking at some changes in my life and this book turned up on my library shelves just in time.

Relationships with other people are important, and it’s not quite fair to you S.O. to put it all on them. Of course, Rachel didn’t start from “ground zero” in her life, but the book admits that and she learns to cherish ALL her friendships, as well as make new ones.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, but this book turned out to be kind of inspirational.

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Review: Blackout

Blackout by Connie Willis
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I love [a:Connie Willis|14032|Connie Willis|]’ take on time travel. I like her characters. I want to love her books, I really do. So far (only two books into her shelf), I only kind of like them. They’re far too leisurely for me, I think. I keep waiting for the Big Event that my mind has been trained to expect and so far it’s been more of a series of (un)fortunate events happening to engaging people that don’t quite distract me from the fact that my mind’s still waiting.

[b:Blackout|6506307|Blackout (All Clear, #1)|Connie Willis||6697901] was absolutely like this. For me, it felt more like half a book, and not just because it was part of a mini-series. If I were making the “to be continued” cut choice, there were at least 3 places toward the “end” I would have done it and felt it made more sense. As it was, the end was just… a stop that felt more random and arbitrary than even the chapter breaks. It left no suspense other than “wait… that was the end? When did the story happen?” It wasn’t bad, it was just too laid back for me.

That said, I did immediately put the sequel on my reserve list because I do want to know what’s coming next and how it ends for the protagonists.

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Review: Odd Interlude #1

Odd Interlude #1
Odd Interlude #1 by Dean Koontz
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I think this is the first Odd Thomas story where you get anyone else’s point of view. That’s notable, and I like it this once, at least.

This little serial comes in the space between [b:Forever Odd|16433|Forever Odd (Odd Thomas, #2)|Dean Koontz||2789370] and [b:Odd Apocalypse|13154933|Odd Apocalypse (Odd Thomas, #5)|Dean Koontz||18333180]. This first installation doesn’t add much to the mysterious sidekick Odd’s picked up, but it is an engaging hook. Odd finds himself and his friends (Annamarie and her dog friend and his ghostly dog companion, Boo [Have I said I can’t wait to find out what Boo’s about, because I can’t?]) staying over in a small town hotel that is more Twin Peaks than Motel Six.

I keep coming back because Odd’s narrative voice has quickly become like a welcome friend’s. [a:Dean Koontz|9355|Dean Koontz|] hasn’t lost it yet. There isn’t a lot to say without going into spoilers, but this novella hasn’t disappointed so far. If a person likes Odd, then this is more Odd and spins an interesting mystery with possible government conspiracy overtones. I’m wondering if these novels will all connect up in the end in something larger, but I’ve been hurt hoping for those sorts of things before.

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People Are Cool

It’s been a hard few weeks.  I’ll just leave it at that.  Well, that and really wondering what makes people continue to be insanely petty and childish, even after high school. Winning is never enough for some people.

In unrelated, more positive, news– the campaign in Alexander County continues, and I am still falling more and more for the history and scenery that I hadn’t seen in years.  I can solidly say I’m going to be a little bit lot crushed if we don’t win.  Fortunately, there are some really wonderful people helping.  I have met so many really nice people that I hope we stay in touch with. I suck at that, though I am trying to teach myself not to be so backward.

Fortunately, I have outstanding parents and relatives and one or two really good friends who have been quite awesome, always really but recently in particular.  I don’t want to name names, because I’m weird like that, but distraction and support have been much welcomed and appreciated around here.

I’ve also been working on more etsy merch.  I have some ideas, but not as much time as I have ideas, even lately.  I’ve been sending in more applications and doing more writing, too, though actually I feel strangely burned out.

Okay, stupid life-review time is over.

What I’m really here to talk about is people.  Oh, and my sincerity meter.

I won’t actually say that I don’t ever like anything ironically, but even my ironic like for something comes from a place of genuine happiness and enjoyment. Perhaps this is the same place/problem that my flawed sincerity meter comes from.  Does anyone else just… want to take people at face value? I don’t mean like the Nigerian exiled royalty or European Lottery officials, but people when they’re being nice.  At least I want to believe they’re nice people.

So, you know what?  I think I’m going to.

This was meant to be more informative, amusing, and less… anecdotal and introspective, but hey…  Kitties…

Join me, in trying to not look for the hook (at least in social situations, let’s not be ignorant, I suppose).