NaNoWriMo on my Doorstep

Okay folks, this is not a drill. It’s just a few hours until midnight, until November, and with it NaNoWriMo.

I gotta say; I’ve tried this thing for many years now in any way possible, it feels like I’ve been trying to cure a severe case of the hiccups (“No, you should try and write it upside down, that should do it!”). I’ve written in Swedish, I’ve written in English, I’ve mixed the two up completely. I’ve tried planning everything to the nail, and I’ve gone all Lord of the Flies on my arse and not planned anything at all. I’ve written by hand, I’ve written in Notepad, and I’ve used some sort of software. Night time, daytime, chocolate, wine, electrical shortage, network outage, theme music from action movies and dramas, instrumental, opera, utter silence. Many tries and only one “win”, and even then it wasn’t all that great, mostly just poop on a page (or many pages, although, I’ve never actually printed any of it out, so it’s digital… oh, never mind).

The word count has varied a great deal every year. 10k, 25, 37… and that one time I actually finished. One unusually grim November I wrote three pages (but when I look back at them I sort of like them, so I don’t mind).

For me it’s always been a lot about just starting, just writing, and if I make it I make it. But anything I produce is most probably more than I usually write in a month nowadays, if you only count creative writing and storytelling.

This year I have my notebook full of almost unreadable scribbles of about 7-8 different stories and characters. As I flipped through them today I felt a bit downhearted. Use one of them? Come up with something new? No plot, no problem, right? Also, I realised I could basically base all the characters loosely on an aspect of myself. Slightly unnerving (“Write what you know!” screams my inner editor in the voice of Joey’s agent in “Friends”… why is that?!).

Then I had that completely wonderful moment when I saw a very specific theme in all of them and suddenly I saw no problem using ALL of them all at once.

Go me.

So that’s what I’ll do. All my little characters can come play. Nobody have to feel left out. Although at least one of them will get killed off, of course.

Hey, this is 414 words already, can I use them?

Bloody Monday, Biatch

I can’t believe it’s Monday already! This weekend felt completely comatose. Having The-Cold-From-Hell-That-Just-Won’t-Die is making me exhausted. Am I meant to be this tired all the time? Am I meant never to sleep a whole full eight hours? It’s making me grumpy, to say the least. I’m loading up on fruit and juice and those tiny yogurts that’s supposed to turn your tummy into Superman or something. I need energy, dammit! I’m usually a freaking happy person, maddafakkers!

 

So, what have I been up to? Well, I’ve watched the entire The Lord of the Rings Trilogy . Again. It’s my go-to movies when I’m really poorly and can’t do much else than lie on the couch like a sniffly sack of potatoes (“Po-Ta-To!”). I see them like once a year or so. It’s comforting to know you have almost 12 hours of film to watch when you can’t move. And yes, there are parts in it that makes me cry. I’m a dork.

I’ve done some crafting and started making some X-mas cards. I know, it’s sneaking up on ya, but it’s getting closer. Also, X-mas gifts, ya’all! I will NOT be shopping for these on the last day before X-mas eve! That’s how it usually happens. I never have time to do them all in time and the one day off before X-mas is then spent, NOT relaxing and baking tasty cookies and singing carols, but battling the idiots in all the stores to get the last things. Then I end up with a bag of boring soap and a tie for dad. WTH, peeps! Who wants a soap and a tie for X-mas?!

I also made a layout (“Shown heah and heah” *points flurriedly*) and put some earrings up on Etsy. Plan is to add my silver jewellery later, but I thought I’d put some items up just for practice. Who knows, maybe there’s someone out there as desperate for X-mas shopping as I am.

 

Is grayscale or sepia more flattering?

These last couple of days Pioneer Woman has brought up the subject of sepia tinting your photos. I didn’t just get inspired by the various cool edits of her photo, but also the subject itself. However, as my brain was mulling over whether I like sepia tones in photos or not, or when, and how, I got distracted by the kitty picture and started thinking about my own kitty cat.

Because he is already sort of grayscale….

And if you turn the photo into black & white, he is still, well, a grayscale kitty:

So I thought I’d try and make him sepia. Just to see if it suited him. Seem like he pulls cute off in any tint and colour. I think I prefer him Original SOOC kitty though.

Say ‘ello to my little friend

I completely forgot to blog about this, I was too busy trying it out and going on holidays and going to work and that sort of thing. But, here it is, my new friend:

 

I’ve been wanting to upgrade my old 400D for a while now, and had started saving up with the goal that if I found the 60D with the 18-135 lens for a certain prize I would get it. I thought that would maaaaybe happen sometime next year. So it was quite a surprise to me when, one beautiful sunny day in the middle of August, me and Jed went into a camera shop just to have a little bit of a dirty fumble with it, and I found out they had it on offer for the prize I’d set my limits to. I had no choice. It was faith? I deserved it? The shop was actually a time travelling machine that took us one year into the future to sell me a camera?

It’s a mystery. It was mad luck. And I really needed to cheer myself up. Anyways, now it’s MINE (and I will love it and hug it and call it George), and I don’t regret it for a minute. Also, my dear old 400D got relocated to friendly home, which feels oddly comforting. I can’t describe this in a way that doesn’t sound smutty, but it’s hard not to develop some sort of intimate relationship with something you have both your hands on that often. I guess that’s why some people love their car or their penis so much nooo can’t write that, way to dirty.

 Over and out, peeps!