Excuses, excuses.

Oh look, another nifty fad that I had to join!

K is correct, I think, in that this is a lovely way to promote blogging and to keep people writing consistently.  Or, at least, it is a good way to plant an idea into the mind of a blogger.

It has been discussed that lifestreaming is overtaking blogging.  I am not fond of this theory, though I believe it.  I, myself, am a slave to Facebook and am becoming quite enamoured of Twitter, so I do completely understand.  I am not, however, interested in giving up my blog.  (Which is pretty difficult to believe given how little I’ve posted here, recently.  I would like to blame stress, and the fact that it is summer and life always gets a bit more busy in the summer.  I like excuses.)  Which is where the concept of this NaBloPoMo thingamawhatsit is attractive.  I will not post daily, I know this about myself.  I will strive to, and I may every once in a while, but I am not a daily writer, let alone blogger.  But.  It seems a decent enough prod for inspiration to pick up the pen, so to speak, so we’ll give ‘er a go.

Speaking of writing.  In the chapter “The Goody Two-Shoes Nature” of the book Writing Down the Bones Natalie Goldberg mentions something interesting:

Some people hear the rule “Write every day” and do it and don’t improve.  They are just being dutiful.  That is the way of the Goody Two-shoes.  It is a waste of energy because it takes tremendous effort to just follow the rules if your heart isn’t into it.  If you find that this is your basic attitude, then stop writing.  Stay away from it for a week or a year.  Wait until you are hungry to say something, until there is an aching in you to speak.  Then come back.

This is how I had been doing my “daily writing.”  I would love to be inspired to write with flare, but I was not.  I wrote, but it was out of duty, not passion.  So.  I stopped.  I have not started again (creatively), yet.  I will, but I need to give it some more time.  This is why I will not push myself to blog daily, but hope that I can at the same time.  I do not want to fall into the trap of writing for the sake of writing, again.  I feel that just knowing that I was doing that is half the battle, and now I am armed with weapons to combat that problem!

Happy NaBloPoMo, bloggers.  Try it out!  Oh.  And if you do, add me to your friends list so I can keep up!

The Airborne Toxic Event – Happiness is Overrated

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So true.

Pull up a seat.  Get comfy.  Relax.  (Don’t do it.)  Read.

“We should not be taught to wait for inspiration.” While thinking of a way to start off my new blog, I came across this quote from Frank Tibolt (writer). And I must say, I concur wholeheartedly. My newest epiphany with life is that we cannot sit around and wait for our dreams to come to us. Sure, life would be swell if that was the case. I could be as lazy as I’ve truly always dreamed of being(who hasn’t really?)…but that’s not how it works. Even if our lives are “predestined” in some way, even if things really are mapped out in advance, those maps are of course, subject to change.

Maybe someday you’ll wake up and think… “I don’t feel like being proactive and productive today. I think I’ll watch television instead.” With that action, that thought, that laziness… maybe you just missed your chance to become everything you wanted to be, if only you hadn’t called off that meeting you thought was nothing big, or maybe if you had gotten up and gone to that store, you would have met someone who could change your life. But instead….the modern world and the media draws us in and holds us in its grasp.

Such truth.  As always, K is an inspiration.  To call her a muse of mine is to call a sunset red, there’s just so much more to it.  I can’t describe it, so I won’t try.

I find myself amazed, and (I won’t lie) amused, at the number of people crawling out of the woodwork to write.  It is as though a big ol’ halogen was turned on in a really dark room.  Wake up call?  Life’s too long to be miserable, but way too short to procrastinate.  Believe me. I know.  I am the person who will clean her entire apartment (what I wouldn’t give for a lawn to mow, or a garden to weed), bake cookies and go for a long walk before sitting down to write.  I love to write, but I avoid it like the plague.  Couldn’t begin to tell you why, but that’s why I’ve jumped on that “write every day” bandwagon.  Ten minutes is no time at all.  God willing, I will continue until I can comfortably sit down and write for an hour every day.  Flawlessly.  Fruitfully.  So far it’s been great.  I’ve had a pretty badass (imo) idea for a piece of fiction.  The rest of what I’ve been writing is complete shit, but hey it’s something.  That’s the important part.

Apocalyptica – Cohkka

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Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah!

Writing.  Every day.

In everything I’ve ever read about writing, it is said that one should write every day.  Preferably at the same time, every day.  Unfortunately I can’t really write on the same daily schedule as my work schedule is wonky and does not allot for strict schedules.  But I can, still, write daily and for a set period of time (I am not one of those “write a page a day” people.  Give me a time frame and I’ll stick with it).  Generally one would think a half hour is a goodly amount of time, I chose ten minutes.  Ten minutes of writing.  Every day.  I will raise the bar once I start to get into it, but ten minutes, I thought, was a rather achievable goal.

Maybe I’ll even start blogging more regularly.  (I know, but I can’t help jumping on bandwagons when they roll passed me.)

Hoorah!

Bon Jovi – Diamond Ring

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