Today is an important day for me.
Seven years ago, on October 6, I didn't die.
As a cheesey celebration of that fact, I'm declaring today "Friendly Graffiti Day". I know far too well how much a little bit of kindness can make everything ok, even if it's just long enough to make a terrible decision REALLY obvious.
Join me, if you want. Scrawl nice things on bulletin boards, in bathroom stalls, in random forum comments, on tumblr (when the maintenence is over), wherever someone might need it. Use post-it notes or pens or scratch things with keys.
I love the people I know, and every day I get to spend knowing them is an awesome day.
Also, you.
Right there.
On the internet.
You're an amazing person. You are loved, you deserve the best, and you are beautiful. Never, ever forget that.
06 October, 2012
03 October, 2012
NaNoWriMo, general insanity, and working all the time
NaNoWriMo lurks on the horizon, I don't have a plot (or characters), and I am once again seriously considering going for the big Million.
I have a million and one reasons I shouldn't go for it, like my work schedule (six days a week), MLing on my own for the first time, moderating a part of the NaNo forums, my total lack of free time, my lack of anything to write, and yet here I am, trying to convince myself all the reasons I have NOT to do it are better than the one reason I have to do it again.
That reason, you ask?
It's not the glory. It's not to piss off the people who said I couldn't do it last year (and still don't believe I did). It's definitely not the utter lack of sleep, dangerous overcaffeination, and blatant disregard for personal well-being. Writing the Million last year was one of the most ridiculous and fun things I've ever challenged myself to do, and while a large portion of it made very little sense, it did get me writing more than my standard crap genres. That's right. The reason I want to do it again is to make myself write in genres I don't typically touch and have fun doing it.
I know me. If left to my own devices, I'll write the same boring fantasy adventure story with the same boring characters, vaguely disguised as a new and unique plot. Sure, I could go adopt a plot, adopt characters, and run with it, but I would still tell the same story every single time.
That's why. That's why I want to ignore everything screaming at me to not do this, and what part of my brain I'll listen to in the end is still undecided.
I have a million and one reasons I shouldn't go for it, like my work schedule (six days a week), MLing on my own for the first time, moderating a part of the NaNo forums, my total lack of free time, my lack of anything to write, and yet here I am, trying to convince myself all the reasons I have NOT to do it are better than the one reason I have to do it again.
That reason, you ask?
It's not the glory. It's not to piss off the people who said I couldn't do it last year (and still don't believe I did). It's definitely not the utter lack of sleep, dangerous overcaffeination, and blatant disregard for personal well-being. Writing the Million last year was one of the most ridiculous and fun things I've ever challenged myself to do, and while a large portion of it made very little sense, it did get me writing more than my standard crap genres. That's right. The reason I want to do it again is to make myself write in genres I don't typically touch and have fun doing it.
I know me. If left to my own devices, I'll write the same boring fantasy adventure story with the same boring characters, vaguely disguised as a new and unique plot. Sure, I could go adopt a plot, adopt characters, and run with it, but I would still tell the same story every single time.
That's why. That's why I want to ignore everything screaming at me to not do this, and what part of my brain I'll listen to in the end is still undecided.
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