Archive for November, 2014

Feeling Inspired

Wednesday, November 12th, 2014

Amongst all of the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) buzz currently going on out there at the moment, I stumbled on something I’d never heard of: the Ray Bradbury challenge.

In this video ( — sorry, I am too lazy at the moment to properly embed that link…) — An Evening With Ray Bradbury, 2001 — Mr. Bradbury challenges authors to two things in order to hone their craft and become more creative:

1. The best “mental hygiene” for authors is to practice writing short stories. Write one a week. As he says, out of 52 stories, they won’t all be bad. “At the end of a week you will have accomplished something!” And:
2. Expand your brain. For 1,000 nights, read a short story, a poem and a non-fiction essay (archeology, zoology, anthropology, philosophy, politics, literary criticism - anything!) before bed. “Stuff your head with more different things from different fields.”

You know, this has struck a real chord with me. These are both just such great ideas. I find myself compelled to attempt this, starting in 2015. (I know, critics out there will say, “Why then? Why not now?”, and to that I answer: because the New Year is going to be a new start. In my personal life, 2014 has sucked turquoise donkey balls, and frankly, I can’t wait for it to be over. 2015 can only be better. Right now is just a slog to get through the last few weeks. And that’s the honest truth.)

So this is what I will do. And I will document all of this here on the blog. I will post my short stories and list my reading material, and in doing so, I will be held accountable by you, my tiny group of readers. And if I happen to fail, you have my permission to throw rotten bananas at me. Only fair, right? So let’s see what happens. Right now, I’m totally game. We’ll see how I feel when we get through the first week of January…

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Friday, November 7th, 2014

How is it that memories can have such a strong, visceral effect? They’re only thoughts, right? Insubstantial, intangible things.

So why is it, then, that to have certain ones flit through one’s brain makes it feel as though one might have been struck by a Mack truck?

I don’t know the answer. I wish I did, though.

Silence Is…

Tuesday, November 4th, 2014

…not golden.

No, sometimes silence is dark. Murky. Impenetrable. Full of question and confusion.

Silence is an absence of answers. Silence shuts you off, cuts you off from the rest of the world.

Silence is definitely not golden. Silence makes me want to say … something … anything … just to verify that I’m not losing my sanity.

And while I actually may generally prefer silence to nonsensical babble, that silence isn’t the same. No, that silence is safe and comfortable. This silence is the other sort.

I don’t like it.

Rule #1

Sunday, November 2nd, 2014

Don’t text, call, or blog when you are overly tired and emotional. I don’t care what your reasoning is. Just… don’t.

*manages to take own hint and logs out of WordPress*