Camp NaNoWriMo

Yesterday was my birthday. It was a big-ish one, not a 0 birthday, only a 5. But it was big enough to make me think about just what I’ve accomplished in my life. I know that I am really lucky, but there are a few goals that I really haven’t worked towards at all. Writing a novel is pretty high up on the list, and now it is about damn time I do it.

Enter Camp NaNoWriMo. Conveniently enough, the email for Camp NaNoWriMo arrived in my inbox yesterday, smack in the middle of my somewhat pathetic navel gazing and birthday-related whinging. (I believe I said that I would no longer be celebrating birthdays. I still want presents though. ;) ) So, I’ve made the commitment to write my damn novel this August.

If you’d like to show you support me finally trying to accomplish a lifelong goal, why not donate to the Office of Letters and Light, the people behind NaNoWriMo and other literacy and writing programs. They are a U.S. non-profit, so any donation made by Americans will be tax deductible. (Sorry, Canadians. You just have to be happy doing a good deed. And I’ll get a cool pen if I get $50 in donations.)

Click here to donate.

What’s my novel about? Well, I’m not totally sure yet (which is why I’m not doing Camp NaNoWriMo in June). It will probably be sci-fi of some sort, and maybe have something to do with multiple dimensions. All I can guarantee is that I will work my arse off and that it will be awful. ;) How can you not want to support that?

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In My Craft

I have a confession to make: I just discovered a poem that I absolutely love. Yes, I know that I have spent this month writing about how much I hate poetry. Well, that was before I had heard any Dylan Thomas.

My new favourite poem is In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas. In it he describes how he writes for the sake of writing, not for money or recognition. I know that many of us can relate to this, whether our sullen art be writing, knitting, or playing music. There is a deep drive that impels us to practice our chosen craft.

The full text of the poem can be found here on Wikipedia (it is still under copyright, so I have not reproduced it here). I’ve also imbedded a YouTube video of Thomas reading the poem. It is very powerful, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.


Money Bags

I’m pretty sure that dreaming about winning or inheriting large sums of money is something that people all over the world indulge in. Sure, we all know that to be happy with life we must first be happy with what we already have. But, honestly, isn’t it nice to daydream about being able to afford or do anything?
Gold Bars

The next prompt in You Can Do It! is: What would you do if you won the lottery, and money were no object? It is seems appropriate that I’ve come to this prompt on that day that the winners of the huge Mega Millions jackpot was announced. After taxes (something that doesn’t happen up here in Canada), they get about US$35 million each. That is a nice addition to anyone’s bank account.

So, if I won the lottery I would first invest a large enough portion of it in a manner that would provide me with a sizable yearly income to live off of. I would then purchase a large (but not huge) house near some body of water, with a pool and new furniture for myself and for my parents. (Separate houses. I’m not crazy.) I would also make sure I had enough money set aside for the little man’s schooling, and for unforeseen emergencies. Eventually, I would take one of the Grand Voyage cruises around the world, in the best cabin on the ship, of course. Lastly, I would sit in my tastefully decorated home office/craft room and write.

Hmm… I might also open a cross stitch and knitting store. One that specializes in non-wooly yarns for us allergic people.

I would also donate money to causes like anaphylaxis awareness, MS, and breast cancer. And, if I still had money left over, I would work at bettering my neighbourhood and city in many different ways (beautification, day care for working parents, health care, etc.).

Lovely dreams, all of it. Some of it is within my reach, even without winning the lottery, if I am willing to work for it.

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Taking Pride

I’m very slowly working my way through the first badge in You Can Do It!. So slowly that I haven’t progressed much at all. I’m going to have to get my own copy, because there is no way I’ll be able to keep the library copy long enough!

One of the things I am supposed to consider is the proudest moments of my life. In taking stock, I realized that the most recent ones centre around my son. Just last week, I was so filled with pride when he laid perfectly still while the dental hygienist cleaned his teeth (and I don’t mean a quick polish, I mean a full teeth cleaning). The way he was able to hold still and put up with an unpleasant situation was amazing. And while this is obviously something that is part of his personality, I did have a part in it and I am amazed and proud by it.

Some of my previous proud moments include graduating high school (something my parents didn’t do), getting accepted into university, graduating university, and doing particularly well on assignments at work. I’ve also been very proud of some of the things I’ve made, like my first pair of knit socks and the teddy bear I recently sewed for my son.

Hmmm, I’m starting to think now that perhaps part of the point of this exercise is to consider the kinds of things I would like to be proud about in the future. So, let’s see: writing a novel; creating a couple of knitting patterns that other people actually knit too; designing a couple of cross stitch patterns that I’ve been thinking about for ages; raising my son into a well-adjusted adult. Some of these goals may be more long-term than others. ;)

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Happy Easter

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Romance and Funerals

Oh, what a mix of topics! Actually, I’m combining the NaBloPoMo prompts from April 4th and 5th into one post because the prompt for the 4th wasn’t posted until after I had shut my laptop for the day. (Nothing like trying to force writing and creativity into a prescribed period of time. sigh)

Yesterday’s prompt was: What is the best romantic poem you’ve ever encountered?

I suppose the easy answer would be Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43 (“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”). Or, perhaps Robbie Burn’s My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose or even one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. But, as silly as it may sound, I think the lyrics to Chris de Burgh’s Lady in Red is the most romantic poem I know.

Yes, I know, it isn’t really a poem. But I like it, and it’s as close to love poetry as I’m really willing to get.

Today’s prompt is: What poem brings comfort at a funeral?

Yea, gods! A poem at a funeral? No thank you. I’m of the opinion that funerals should be solemn occasions (the “after party” is another thing all together), and a poem just seems far too twee to fit in. I know there are many sad poems full of lamenting and sorrow over the death of a loved one. But, they were written by someone else about the death of one of their loved ones. It all feels off to me, like reusing the eulogy, or the coffin. Yuck.

Hmmm… I don’t think these daily prompts are working out for me. While they are giving me something to write about, I don’t feel like I’m learning anything to stretching my writerly muscles very much. I think I need to look for some other ideas.

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When I’m Sad

Hmmm, I may need to rethink the NaBloPoMo thing. Today’s prompt is: What is the best poem to read when you’re feeling sad?  Ummm… I haven’t got a clue. Absolutely nothing comes to mind. I told you I didn’t like poetry.

When I’m feeling sad, I like to pout in the bedroom, away from everyone else (who are probably the people who made me feel sad in the first place). I like to read a good book (historical mysteries are my current favourites), have a bath, and go to sleep. I also like to brood. Of course, I also like to brood over things when I’m happy too. It’s just my nature.

I also like to plan when I’m sad. I make lists about how I would like my day to go, or the chores I know I should tackle. There are pages and pages of notes like these in various notebooks scattered around my desks. Want to guess how often I make these changes?

Never.

Maybe that is why I get sad about things I know I can fix.

To end things on a bit of a happier note, I’ve just started reading You Can Do It!: The Merit Badge Handbook for Grown-Up Girls by Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas. What an inspiring book! The first badge (and, obviously they don’t need to be accomplished in order) is to dream. I can’t tell you how much I needed that sort of permission. Bliss!

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Macabre Before Goth Made it Cool

I’ve decided to give BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo another go this month (Yeah, I did miss yesterday. Oops!). I was a bit disappointed, though, by this month’s theme being poetry. If there is one form of writing that I actually hate, it is poetry. There is just something about “clever” poems that make no real sense that sets my teeth on edge. The twee poetry of nursery rhymes is almost as bad, and adolescent poems about the cruelty of  life make me want to gouge out my eyes. I wish I was kidding, but I really do hate most poetry. This is going to be a difficult month worth of prompts

Today’s prompt is: What was the first poem you ever memorized?

Yes, even though I hate poetry, I have actually memorized a few poems. If we skip over nursery rhymes or poems learnt for the school Christmas pageant (something about a mouse hiding in a Christmas tree, if I remember right), the first poem I ever memorized was Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven.

Yep, every last word. Every Lenore and Nevermore. It was high school and I was going through the typical teen angst. Rather than dressing goth (which was just becoming a thing in the early 90s up here in Canada), I memorized The Raven, listened to Led Zeppelin and became Wiccan. Somehow, at the time, it all went together nicely.

I still listen to Led Zeppelin on occasion, although classical music is my genre of choice nowadays. I don’t self-identify as Wiccan anymore, but I was one for many, many years and those beliefs still influences my life. And, sadly, I don’t remember much of The Raven. But I’m sure that my early exposure to Poe and his Gothic worldview helped to shape my love of H. P. Lovecraft and Victorian horror stories.

Image: Édouard Manet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons (cropped for size)

Uncertain Air

In a little under a week, the husband and I will be getting on an airplane and flying down to Florida. Normally, I would be worried about the flight itself. I don’t like to fly. I don’t like the idea that if, all the gods forbid, something were to happen, I would be aware I was on my way to a fiery death for an unacceptably long period of time. There is also all that turbulence; the bumping, jumping and terribly sudden drops that makes you wonder if humankind really was meant to fly. All of these “legitimate concerns” are in the back of my mind, but right now I’m more worried about whether we are going to get to fly at all.

Air Canada, one of Canada’s major airlines (bet you couldn’t have guessed that from their name), is smack in the middle of some pretty major labour disputes. Just about every union that works for Air Canada is revisiting their contracts. Some of the unions have settled, but two of the unions, that of the the pilots and that of the mechanics, the baggage handles, and other ground workers, were just prevented from striking by an act of Parliament. The same bill also prevented Air Canada from locking out their employees. So, it is apparently business as usually at Air Canada… until 19 pilots decided to call in sick this past Saturday.

Are we going to be able to fly on Saturday morning? Right now all we can do is watch the news and hope that things get figured out before then. Plan B would be to try to get a later flight or a flight on another airline. But if we can’t make it to the Ft. Lauderdale before 3pm, our vacation will be over.

I do understand that the pilots and other Air Canada workers have a right to express their frustration with their employer. And I know that by having their right to strike revoked by the government, they don’t have a lot of options left to them. But, at the same time, their customers expect them to be at work, and have paid money (the same money that pays their salaries) to be flown to destinations around the world of reasons ranging from business to pleasure, and everything in between. And if you can’t rely on a company when you need them, how likely are you to use them again?

Air Canada, please get this figured out. Talk to your unions, come to an agreement. Let’s get the planes back in the air, or there may be no one left who wants to fly on them. I know that I have enough worries when flying that I don’t need to be worrying about whether my plane will actually be there for me on top of it all.

 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

I may only be about 1/4 Irish, but I can still spread some green cheer. One piece of advice, avoid the green beer and stick to the gold-covered chocolate instead. St. Patrick would have preferred that.

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