Wednesday, November 30, 2011

One of Those Moments

Lacey invited me to her youth group, and I went ahead.  1, because Lacey's Pentecostal and I like visiting different denominations.  2, so Mom would get off my back.


Talk about seeing a bunch of crazy  people, jumping and singing and dancing.  They pray REALLY loudly and A LOT both in tongues and in English.  The message was WAY short and the praying was really long.


I liked it.


At one point, Lacey asked me if I was freaked out.  I told her no.   As we were leaving, she asked me again.  I said, anything short of falling down isn't going to faze me.


Lacey:  So that's your limit.  As long as nobody falls down.


Me:  (oops, didn't say that right) No, falling down is good too.  They did that at the Full Gospel church.  Now, when someone's pulls out snakes... [because some Pentecostals do that]


Lacey: They do that up in the mountains.  If they did that here, I'd leave.


(not word for word, but close enough)


I told Lacey, If I hadn't been a visitor, I'd've been jumping and dancing along too.


She then said that usually she got into it, but she didn't want to freak me out, she kept her zeal in.


I told Lacey, if she had done anytihng, I would have.  Because I didn't want to do any of that and freak her out.


D'OH!!


Lacey and I discuss religion a bit, but we'd never attended a service together, and that's even knowing each other, knowing the other was a Christian, since 8th grade.  We're college sophomores now.


Worship is such a person-to-person thing though.  What's okay for one person may make another uncomfortable.


As we proved tonight.


And this is the song by the way.  You can't help but want to dance and jump along with it.



Monday, November 28, 2011

The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss

So, if you're wondering where I've been...

RECAP: The Name of the Wind

The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2)The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss




My rating: 4 of 5 stars




General reaction: um, well, erm...




I liked it a lot more than book 1, not to say I disliked book 1, but I enjoyed this one more. The writing's clever. It ends right. I don't ask for much as a reader.

If I had any fantasy-reading friends, I'd recommend the series to them.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Hm mm, Productive Indeed

I dropped NaNoWriMo.  I couldn't get passionate about the story and I killed it.  Maybe some other time.

I've started to edit my almost 10k short story.  I can't get into editing it either, despite how much work it needs.

I started The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss.  I started it Friday.  I would like to be finished with it before I return to classes Monday.  Hopefully, while we're down the bayou (translation:  in Louisiana), I'll get a lot more reading done in it.

Before you scold me for being rude, I'm going to be immature and give my excuse explanation.  There is no one on that side of the family I'm close to.  I have one cousin that we're close in age, born in the same month, but he's special needs.  We don't talk much.  I have two other cousins relatively close to me in age, but they both have kids now.

So I read while we visit that side of the family.

Let's see, what am I thankful for?

1 - books
2 - writing
3 - my relatively easy life (this entails a lot)
4 - family, friends, all the other interesting people I know
5 - that I don't have kids

There's a lot more, but those are the important things.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Who Are You?

Tuesday, I finished that second honeymoon short story. 9,846 words, and the longest I've ever written.  So, Thursday, I reformatted it and put it on my Kindle. I took it with me to college and highlighted it up and made notes.

I love the story. I don't necessary love what I wrote. The voice doesn't sound so juvenile though, which excites me.

Except the characters.  I'm a plot-driven kind of person.  My characters...

I have no idea what my heroine looks like. I know what she doesn't look like, but not what she looks like.  How weird is that?  I have a better idea as to what my male lead looks like, but I don't necessarily know why he did what he did. I'm starting to understand him, but anyway...

Even though it's third POV limited, I never write from his POV. This may be a good thing.

I think a conversation is in order.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

When In Doubt, Write It Out

I'm just about done with DinoPaper.  I just gotta proofread.  And I got a deadline now.  The 16th.  I've started on the PowerPoint.


"The Traveling Companion" is a little harder.  I want to have it turned in this week though.


Oh yeah, and I did the math.  Starting November 7, I would have to be writing nearly 2,000 words a day to be on track.  So, it's not as bad as it could be.


Oh yeah, and my second-honeymoon piece, as it will be forever referred to, is not quite finished, although everything's been daydreamed up in my head.


I just got to finish writing it up.


Lacey and I were discussing this the other day in the library.  Lacey likes to write things out.  She doesn't like typing things.


Like me, she has long papers to write, but couldn't sit herself down to type up her papers.


Then she had an epiphany.


She likes to write.  Not type.  Maybe if she wrote it out first and then sat down to type what she wrote verbatim, well, that it would go a lot quicker.


And hot diggity dog it worked!


I don't think it matters how cool your computer is, there's something about setting pen or pencil to paper that just makes everything all right. It's that happy place. THE ZONE. Paradise. Shangri-La.  The Promised Land.  The Great Valley.


It's strange, but nothing short of magical.  Wonderful.  Powerful.


Computers are technical and loud with the clacking of keys a constant annoying sound.  They're sterile and don't have much personality.  (At least mine doesn't.)


Notebooks, (for me, it's a college-ruled composition book), on the other hand, are easy to decorate and something about my pen spilling its ink on the page in a mad writing frenzy...


When it doubt, write it out.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Second and Third Honeymoons

I am behind on NaNoWriMo, and it is only day 3.

However, Saturday, whilst I was still working on DinoPaper, I started on a short story that is taking all of my attention.

NaNoWriMo is a chore.  This new short story is fun.  I managed to daydream the whole thing, and it's taking a lot longer in words than I thought it would.

Considering I'm a concise writer, this is a big deal.

This all-consuming tale is one of those second honeymoon pieces.  It reminds me exactly why I love writing.

No, I'm not hippity-hopping happy.  My temperament hasn't improved in the slightest.

But it feels okay.  Not "good, but not great."  Just, like after something horrible happens and you're grieving and then you wake up one morning, and you're okay.  Life goes on.

That sort of okay.

I've been restless lately, and writing this story alleviates it.  It's kind of a lose-lose situation.  Or a win-win.  The story's making me restless by wanting to write it and writing it is the only way to get it gone.

My soul feels empty, but in a good way.  Like the haunted ghost that's found peace.  It's quieted and calmed.

So, because I can't get excited about NaNoWriMo, which is probably because I started the short story (it refused to wait!), I've decided to stick with the second honeymoon story for now.  I'm almost done.

Which, I've been telling myself since Tuesday.

I'll still make myself write a little more, because I'd hate to give up completely, and I really want to write this story (except, just not now) and I know it would be good discipline about writing a story you don't feel like working on for when I'm a full time writer someday, God-willing.

Sigh...  this writing thing's funny business.