POEM: “Diana Prince for President”

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Diana Prince for President

No Blue No Matter Who

but someone brave and true

an Independent candidate

her only mandate:

to heal the world.

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Instead of quick fixes, cures

Instead of ignorance,truth

Instead of violence, peace

Instead of hatred, love

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No need of accoutrements:

lasso, bracelet, or tiara.

Her character’s unimpeachable.

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Steve Trevor could be her VP.

POEM: “What Can I Do?” *AND* Upcoming Events

What Can I Do?

Watch helpless the slow crawling catastrophe.

See the poison seep deep into our veins,

unable to find an antidote. Don’t call for a doctor.

In this world, we all need to go to medical school.

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Upcoming Events:

JULY

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Saturday, July 6th @7pm

Poetry at Manic on Main Art Gallery in Wadsworth. Poets Sonia Potter, Cat Russell, and Cris Shell scheduled. Free event. Books and other items available for purchase.

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Thursday, July 11th @7pm

Broadsides and Ephemera open mic from 7pm – 830pm at Loganberry Books. I will be the featured reader, and copies of Soul Picked Clean will be available for purchase at the store.

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Wednesday, July 17th @7pm – 9pm

Latitudes Poetry Night at Compass Coffee in Akron.

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Friday, July 19th  @4pm – 7pm

I will have a table for book sales and signing at Peace, Love, and lil Donuts in Canal Fulton. Please, stop by!

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Thursday, July 25th @6pm

The Write Stuff Author Group will meet at the Canton Winking Lizard for our summer celebration!

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Saturday, July 27th

Literary Cleveland’s INKubator Writers’ Conference:

This all day conference is FREE and takes place at the Cleveland Main Library.

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AUGUST

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Saturday, August 10th @10am – 1pm

Local Author Fair at Dorrie’s Booktique in Lake Cable/Massillon.

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Wednesday, August 21st @7pm-9pm

Latitudes Poetry Night at Compass Coffee in Akron.

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Thursday, August 22nd @6pm The Write Stuff Author Group meets at North Canton Library. Bring 6-10 copies of a WIP if you’d like feedback, or you can come and just sit in!

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Thank you for visiting my blog, and I hope to see you at one of these events. Have a lovely week!

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*Image courtesy of publicdomainpictures.net via Creative Commons Universal License

Finding Poetry

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With World Poetry Day behind us and National Poetry Month just around the corner, everywhere I look I see poems. They aren’t necessarily marketed as such, but they are poetry just the same.

I’m not sure if I started noticing found poetry before or after I began reading Dave Lucas’s Poetry for People who don’t like Poetry articles. But he makes a good point; everyone loves poetry, whether they realize it or not. Song lyrics are poetry. Shakespeare is poetry. Cliches and quotes and silly rhymes and limericks are poetry–even though poetry itself is so hard to define.

You could say poetry is the opposite of prose, but that doesn’t really tell you much. You could argue it’s words broken up into lines and stanzas, but what about prose poetry? Poetry often follows a strict format of rhythm and rhyme, but what about freeverse? My favorite description is that it’s simply an attempt to capture something, whether it’s a story, a feeling, moral, idea, or even just the musicality of language. Like art, you know it when you see (or hear) it.

Found poetry is loosely defined as poetry discovered out in unexpected places, found in quotes and magazine articles, newspaper headlines, and ads for denture cream. You might edit a little out, but the purest might be read as they are with very little rearrangement. I like to break up the words into lines and stanzas, because it seems like when people see them presented this way, suddenly they recognize the poetry that was already there.

For example, this passage is from Moby Dick*:

What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks? What does that indignity amount to, weighed, I mean, in the scales of the New Testament? Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the less of me, because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance? Who ain’t a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about–however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way–either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other’s shoulder-blades, and be content.

When I read that paragraph, it strikes me as prose poetry. But here it is again, broken up and trimmed slightly:

What of it,

if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks?

What does that indignity amount to?

Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks less of me,

because I promptly and respectfully obey?

Who ain’t a slave?

Tell me that.

 

however the old sea-captains may thump and punch me about,

I have the satisfaction of knowing

it is all right;

 

everybody else is

one way or other

served the same;

the universal thump is passed round,

all hands should rub each other’s shoulder-blades,

 

and be content.

 

Blackout poetry is one variation on this theme. By taking a magazine article or some other existing text, and simply blacking out some of the words, others are brought into focus. In this way, a poem is found in what’s left behind; it emerges, like a statue from a block of marble. Some people even blackout text to create images along with the poems.

Of course, there are just as many ways to create found poetry as there are ways to create art. Poetry can be spotted like a cheetah in the wild or picked up and collected like diamonds sparkling in the sun on a sandy beach. To find poetry, all you need to do is keep your eyes open and look.

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Current and Upcoming Events:

Thursday, March 28th (6pm)

The Write Stuff  This writers’ group meets at @North Canton Public Library once a month. If you’d like to check them out, bring 6-10 copies of something you’re working on. Writers break into groups based on genre and give feedback. I’ve always found it very helpful, and afterwards everyone usually goes to a local restaurant to talk–shop or otherwise.:)

Saturday, March 30th (7pm)

Book Launch party at Mac’s Backs, 1820 Coventry Rd, Cleveland Heights, Ohio 44118. Cat Russell and Pittsburgh-area poets Jason Irwin and Jen Ashburn will read.

Friday, April 12th

sWord Fight Tournament in Canton, Ohio. I will be a “combatant” in my first live poetry competition. Come by, and wish me luck! More details forthcoming.

Saturday, April 13th (11am – 2pm)

Local Author Fair at Massillon Public Library, 208 Lincoln Way E, Massillon, Ohio 44646. I am scheduled to read briefly, and I will also have books to sell at my table!

Friday, April 19th (630pm – 730pm)

I will be reading from my newly published book of poetry, Soul Picked Clean, as my talented artist-friend, Jim Meador, paints his version of Van Gogh’s Sunflowers. This event will be a paid event, $12, but the ticket includes a copy of the book. The eventbrite link will go live on April 1st, if you’d like to reserve your ticket.

Monday, April 22nd (6:30pm)

Cat Russell author talk with music by Ed Amann at the Barberton Public Library, 602 West Park Avenue, Barberton, Ohio 44203.

Saturday, April 27th (9am – 4:30pm)

Western Reserve Writers’ Conference Any writers in the area should definitely attend this free writing conference at Cuyahoga Library’s South Euclid-Lyndhurst Branch. I will not be reading, but I will attend, and I’d love to see you there!

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Thank you for visiting, and I hope to see you in the coming weeks at one of these events!

 

*image courtesy of BigFoto.com

**I picked a passage from Moby Dick, because it’s one of my favorite books that’s also in the public domain; I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. However, a quick perusal of the twitter hashtag #FoundPoetry will reveal many examples of poetry discovered in otherwise mundane circumstances.

POEM: Gathering

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“Gathering”

 

Sitting by the pool

my father and his friends drink

cheap beer from cold silver cans

I fetch for them from

a white igloo cooler.

My small bare feet make wet sounds

on the pale coral-colored patio,

mini splashes for each tiny puddle

in its pock marked surface.

My mother walks back and forth

between the kitchen and through

the sliding glass doors,

getting chips and dips

and anything else the men require

as they watch the game on TV,

drinking their bicentennial cheer

with a mixture of slow sips

and large cool gulps,

regulating their temperatures

from the warm Florida sun

 

 

 

*written last April for National Poetry Month, in memory of my father.

Books Read in 2016

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Greetings!

In the interest of reflection, I am posting a list of the books I read in the past year. Included in my list are ebooks, audiobooks, paperbacks, and graphic novels. I do not discriminate due to the amount of pages or words in any given work, whether fiction or nonfiction.

If you read my list from last year, you will note that I read fewer books than the year before–eighty-nine versus fifty-eight, which I attribute to consuming more poetry and less graphic novels. I also read a few paperbacks, which tend to take more time than ebooks, primarily because I usually forget to take them with me. Mainly though, I take more time when I read poetry, because I don’t usually feel I’ve gotten the full meaning and impact of a poem with just one reading.

Also, I’ve created this handy little color code, to make things easier:

Ebooks (novels, non fiction, & graphic novels): Red

Audiobooks: Blue

Physical books: Black

Because the list is long, I’m not going to comment on each book. You’re welcome.

  1. The Autobiography of James T. Kirk

  by David A. Goodman (ebook via Overdrive)

  1. Mort(e) by Robert Repino (audiobook via Overdrive)

–a truly unique scifi story about a revolution where all the animals become sentient and (many) humanoid to overthrow the human race. In the midst of all this chaos, one sentient cat is searching for his best friend, the neighbor’s dog.

  1. Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk  (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Make Room! Make Room! by Harry Harrison (paperback)

–the book that Soylent Green was based on, though the movie bears very little resemblance to the novel. Harrison wrote this novel as a warning about unchecked population growth.

  1. Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Planet of the Damned by Harry Harrison (ebook via manybooks.net, read using the Overdrive app)

–one of my favorite books, a man-versus-environment adventure that demonstrates the necessity of understanding versus a brute force approach to environmental and social problems. I know that description doesn’t sound exciting, but trust me. The entire book is filled with life and death struggles, assassination attempts, poison, you name it. If you haven’t read this yet, check it out NOW.

  1. Winter (The Lunar Chronicles) by Marissa Meyer (audiobooks via  audible)
  1. Doctor Horrible by various (graphic novel via my Barnes &  Noble gift card)
  1. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Primary Phase (audiobook via Audible),  by Douglas Adams
  1. Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein (ebook via Overdrive)

–a scifi book that takes place almost entirely on Earth from the point of view of a human raised by Martians. What else is there to say?

  1. Deathworld by Harry Harrison (paperback)
  1. Bossypants by Tina Fey (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. Deathworld 2 by Harry Harrison (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Doctor Who: Peacemaker by James Swallow (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Leonard by William Shatner  (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. Against the Fall of Night by Arthur C. Clarke (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Doctor Who: Autonomy by Daniel Blythe (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. Flow my tears, the Policeman said by Philip K. Dick (ebook via Overdrive)
  1.  UBIK by Philip K. Dick (audiobook via Overdrive)

–in this world created by PKD, people communicate (via technology) with the dead for a limited period of time after passing. Also, humans regularly travel to the moon, and there’s anti-psychics and conspiracies.

  1. The Trouble with Poetry by Billy Collins (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. The Forever War by Joe Haldeman  (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Fool by Christopher Moore (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. The Walking Dead: No Turning Back (paperback graphic novel) by various authors
  1. Poetry on the Fly: 3WW by Tony Noland (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Investigating Lois Lane by Tim Hanley (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Aimless Love by Billy Collins (poetry) (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Confessions of a Buddhist Atheist by Stephen Batchelor (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. The Places We Find Ourselves by Diane Kendig (paperback)
  1. And a Pencil to Write Your Name: poems from the Nicaraguan Poetry Workshop, translated by Diane Kendig (paperback)
  1.  I, Iago by Nicole Galland (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Quantum Lyrics (poems) by Van Jordan (paperback)
  1. The Wasteland and Other Poems by TS Eliot (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. The Serpent of Venice by Christopher Moore (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Geek Wisdom: the Sacred Teachings of Nerd Culture by Stephen H. Segal (ebook via Overdrive)
  1.  Crisis on Infinite Earths (graphic novel via Hoopla) by Marv Wolfman and George Perez
  1. Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss (paperback)
  1. Darth Plagueis by James Luceno (audiobook dvd)
  1.  Poets’ Corner compiled by John Lithgow (ebook and audiobook)
  1. Renascence and Other Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay  (ebook via manybooks.net)
  1. A Few Figs from Thistles by Edna St. Vincent Millay (ebook via manybooks.net)
  1. The Geek Feminist Revolution by Kameron Hurley (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. Yes Please by Amy Poehler (ebook and audiobook via Overdrive)

45.The Absolutely true diary of a part-time Indian by Sherman Alexie (ebook via Overdrive)

  1. The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. BLINK by Larry Koller  (beta–pdf)
  1. Confessions of a Crazy Cat Lady by Sandra Gurvis (paperback)
  1. Phantasmagoria and Other Poems by Lewis Carroll  (ebook via manybooks.net)
  1. The Walking Dead,  volume 25 (graphic novel via Hoopla)
  1. The Walking Dead, volume 26 (graphic novel via Hoopla)
  1. Crafting with Feminism by Bonnie Burton (ebook via Overdrive)
  1. On Writing by Stephen King (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. The Geeky Chef by Cassandra Reeder (ebook via Hoopla)
  1. The Art of Peace by Morihei Ueshiba (audiobook via Hoopla)
  1. The Art of War by Sun Tzu  (ebook via Hoopla) (audiobook via Overdrive)
  1. Horoscopes for the Dead by Billy Collins (ebook via Overdrive)
  1.  Selected Poems of Langston Hughes, poetry collection by Langston Hughes (ebook via Overdrive)

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I did notice that some books are easier to consume as audiobooks, depending on the skill of the reader. For instance, Mort(e) was an incredible audiobook; however, if I’d just read the text, I would have missed the reader’s insight and humor. On the other hand, I think I would have enjoyed Winter, the last installment of the Lunar Chronicles, much more as pure text. The voices the reader chose to give the characters didn’t necessarily fit, and sometimes I just found them annoying.

Poetry, in general, I prefer to consume in paperback form in order to preserve the formatting. However, some poetry books were either only available as ebooks or simply easier to acquire in digital form. Overdrive, the library checkout program I use, has a system in place for some poetry so that minimal formatting is lost.

If you’d like to discuss any of the books in my list, feel free to comment below or contact me through Twitter or FaceBook. In the meantime, have a lovely week!

Friday Flash: The Eve After Christmas

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The two moons illuminated the battlefield through the cloudless night. Five minutes had passed since the cease fire ended, yet no one fired. The enemy would move soon. She was ready, and they would not be allowed to pass the defenses.

The impromptu truce of the previous day had caught both sides by surprise. The enemies had met, face to face, for the first time since hostilities began and mingled, awkwardly at first, and then more easily as the hours passed. But the holiday was over now, a short twenty-six hour hiatus in this bitter, bloody war, an intermezzo in the great symphony of death.

One of the enemy soldiers, Antoine, had shared his rations with her. She’d done her best, under the circumstances, to look pleased with the pickled lizard he’d offered. He returned the courtesy when she gave him a tin of baked beans. They’d smiled, each thanked the other, and they forked the rations into their mouths, grins still plastered unconvincingly across their faces. Soon they were choking violently and spitting everything out. When they reached for the canteen at the same time, they’d looked at each other in alarm before bursting out laughing.

Rations were low on both sides, yet they’d giggled together nonstop for quite awhile. Feeling guilty for the wasted food, she’d glanced across the battlefield to see other groups of enemies and friends similarly disposed.

They’d talked, hesitatingly at first, and he’d played his harmonica. She told him about learning to play the keyboard, pounding out terrible off key melodies but proud of her accomplishment just the same. He’d shown her holos of his sons, boys that he might never see again, and she’d shared stories of her children at home. It turned out that they had a lot in common.

The temporary truce was over. No one had fired, but it was only a matter of time. The men would try to overrun their defenses, and they would be forced to defend themselves. They needed to hold the line, to maintain position against Antoine and his brothers in arms.

Against the enemy.

She was a soldier, and soldiers obeyed orders. Thinking too much got you dead fast. There must be no hesitation.

Vague shapes moved on the battleground, inching forward. Crouching low to peer through the heavy shadows, she guessed they were using wreckage from the mothership as makeshift shields. They crept closer. Still no one fired. It was too dark to make out clear targets.

They were the enemy. The poker games and camaraderie of fellow soldiers were distractions when battle was imminent. It was dangerous to form friendships with the opposition. It clouded your judgement. A soldier needed a clear head to survive.

They needed to accomplish their mission.

She wondered if the other soldiers felt as she did. She hoped it wouldn’t affect the battle. The defense of their home, the fight against oppression or even for their own freedom dwindled now in the face of their own personal survival. She wondered if she’d ever see her little ones again.

The thought of her children helped her to focus. They would see their mother again. The shadows loomed closer. On her left she heard a twig snap. She wheeled to see a man’s shadow running towards her. He held something in his hand. She fired, and he fell.

The spell broken, the silence ended, her fellow soldiers shouted and shot. Men fell, and the battlefield rang once more with screams of terror and agony. It lasted an eternity longer than any of the battles before, the ones where the enemy was a nameless, faceless evil.

Eternity ended, and silence fell once again like the blade of a guillotine. She finally turned to look at the man who had fallen so near her, her first kill. He held something small, probably a grenade, but that wasn’t what chilled her soul more than the wind and biting cold.

Antoine’s face was turned toward her. She looked away at the battlefield, where the fresh blood shown like the crimson ornaments of a holiday tree.

THE END

*Due to the holidays and other life issues, I’m posting this a little early. It’s a (mildly edited) repost of a story I wrote several years ago. I hope you liked it.

**originally posted for #fridayflash  on January 1, 2010. This story was inspired by the impromptu Xmas truces of previous wars.

***image courtesy of BigFoto.com

Update: 2016-12-08

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Yes, I know…Exciting title, right?

Now that the mayhem of NaNoWriMo is over, I have begun taking the advice given at the Cuyahoga Library’s recent Indie Authors’ Conference. To that end, I have created a separate author site and separate social media accounts for my author presence. If you’d like to check them out, the new page is at authorcatrussell.wordpress.com.

On the new site, you will find some prose and poetry writing samples. I tried to include a diverse selection, so odds are there will be something there you like! My other social media accounts are @THECatRussell on Twitter and also Cat Russell on FaceBook. I don’t have much going on the social media accounts yet, though the website content is fairly filled out. Now, I just need to work on the look.

Anyway, if you get a chance to check them out, I hope you like them. They are works in progress, so you’ve been warned. Don’t forget to prepare for the coming apocalypse, and–in the meantime–have a lovely week.

 

NaNoWriMo 2016 – Week TWO: The Sophomore Slump

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For the month of November, I am participating in NaNoWriMo–National Novel Writing Month. This is a world-wide writing challenge where each participant attempts to write a 50,000 word rough-draft novel during the thirty days of November. There is a website with helpful information, resources, and forums for writers to connect with each other; in the forums, they answer questions, make suggestions, and even joke around if they have extra time. It’s really fun and exciting and a great way to get those creative juices flowing. The main idea behind NaNoWriMo is that when pressed by a looming deadline, writers stop procrastinating and free themselves to write badly. It’s a first draft, after all, and in the immortal words of Hemingway, “The first draft of anything is shit.”

I’m not normally that crude, but the quote is too perfect to resist.

So, week one started out great! You wrote a ton of words, some of them may have even made sense, and you (hopefully) used all that momentum to store up a nice buffer for…well, NOW. Week two is known as the Sophomore Slump, because it’s when budding November novelists such as yourself begin losing their momentum. You may run through your initial ideas earlier than expected, plot holes begin to gape and mock you, and that inner editor that you locked in the closet last week is clambering to get out. DON’T LET YOUR EDITOR OUT. You may want to slip that guy a cookie under the door though, because you’re going to need him in December.

Take a deep breath.

It’s okay.

Almost everyone goes through this. The number one thing you can do to get through this week is KEEP WRITING. In other terms, BICHOK–Butt In Chair, Hands On Keyboard. It doesn’t matter if it’s terrible. It doesn’t matter if it’s off topic. Writing this week is like dumping all the contents of your brain onto the page so you can get to the stuff you actually want. Your characters may not be acting logically and the plot might be sticking its tongue out at you, but remember to keep going and eventually they will begin to make sense. Don’t worry about all the nonsense that comes out now. Sometimes you need to slog through the moat to get to the castle.

The next thing you need to remember is EDITING IS FOR DECEMBER.

NaNoWriMo is not about writing a perfect first draft. No one does. Even Hemingway admitted it. NaNoWriMo is about getting words on the page. THAT’S IT. If you edit this month, not only are you not putting words down, you are taking them away! I’m going to repeat my pre-nano suggestion here and tell you, if you’re stuck, write yourself a memorable editing note for later. I hate writing fight scenes (which consequently take me forever to write), so what I do is HIGHLIGHT ALL CAPS a note, such as . Then I move on. I don’t want to get bogged down and lose the momentum I’ve built up in the story and all the new ideas sloshing around in my head. This way, in December, I can easily find what I need to write and where to put it. Another method is to write an unusual word in front of an ALL CAPS notation, such as scrumpdillyicious; you can do a search on it later to find all your editing spots.

As an incentive during this week, the week when most people are likely to quit, I like to take a look at the prize I’ve bought myself for “winning.” As I’ve stated in a previous post, I do not allow myself to use my prize until I’ve met my NaNoWriMo writing goals for November. If I don’t finish, I give my beloved prize away. I can’t tell you how many times this has kept me going. You might want to employ a similar bribe/penalty to motivate yourself if/when your drive is at its lowest.

I wish you all the best of luck! Next week I will be posting about WEEK THREE. Until then, have a lovely week, and happy novelling!

UPDATE: My Writing Niche 2.0 podcast,  episode 3: NaNoWriMo Weeks 2-3!

Download HERE . 

 

 

 

*Due to a quirk of WordPress, I can’t highlight the text so I changed the color instead. But you get the idea.

**NaNoWriMo image taken from here.

***My previous podcast several years ago, My Writing Niche, was edited and even had a musical theme. This time, it is more informal.

****Also in the spirit of saving time to write on my Nano novel, I will be shamelessly reusing my introductory paragraph in each post this month, as well as pre-writing this month’s posts. In other words, I wrote this in October!

NaNoWriMo 2016 – Week ONE: Welcome to National Novel Writing Month 2016!

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For the month of November, I am participating in NaNoWriMo–National Novel Writing Month. This is a world-wide writing challenge where each participant attempts to write a 50,000 word rough-draft novel during the thirty days of November. There is a website with helpful information, resources, and forums for writers to connect with each other; they answer questions, make suggestions, and even joke around if they manage to find extra time! It’s really fun and exciting and a great way to get those creative juices flowing. The main idea behind NaNoWriMo is that when pressed by a looming deadline, writers can free themselves to write badly. It’s a first draft, after all, and in the immortal words of Hemingway, “The first draft of anything is shit.”

I’m not normally that crude, but the quote is too perfect to resist.

So, for the uninitiated, the four weeks of NaNoWriMo roughly break down as follows:

Week One

–On Your Mark, Get Set, WRITE!

Everyone is so excited to start, they jump in and just write as much as they can. They frequently exceed the normal 1,667 daily words needed to win, which is terrific! Because they’ll need that extra word buffer during…

Week Two

–The Sophomore Slump

Many participants start to lose their initial momentum and drive. They aren’t as motivated. If they started off with a bunch of ideas, they may begin to run out and start mechanically writing to get the job done. If they lose track of where they are going, this is usually when that happens. To avoid this, I recommend having a loose outline or a list of a dozen or so writing prompts to fill in when the idea well begins running low.

Week Three

–Passing the Halfway Mark!

Things begin to pick up again. If they lost the thread of the story, this is where things may begin to make sense again. Plot holes are filled, words are typed, and some even reach their deadlines a little early.

Week Four

–The End is in Sight!

This is when everyone who hasn’t finished makes a final mad dash for the finish line by Midnight of the thirtieth! Many NaNoWriMo local groups have last minute meetups with word sprints to help participants reach their goals.

So, there you have it in a nutshell.

Last week I posted some pre-NaNoWriMo suggestions, but you can still do many of them if you are getting a late start. Also, don’t forget that when you are writing for long periods of time, you can develop neck and shoulder pain, so it’s a good idea to try to work as ergonomically as possible.

I may post a short podcast on this website, but it depends on time and my current tech.** If you get stuck, the NaNoWriMo site has forums for questions, forums with challenges as writing prompts, prize incentives for winners as motivation, and lots of other helpful tools. If there is a NaNoWriMo meetup in your area, I highly suggest you go; they are tons of fun and a great help.

Next week I will be posting about the Sophomore Slump. Until then, keep your inner editor locked away, have a lovely week, and happy novelling!

UPDATE: My Writing Niche 2.0 podcast,  episode 2: NaNoWriMo Weeks 1 -2!

Download HERE . 

 

 

 
*NaNoWriMo image taken from here.

**My previous podcast several years ago, My Writing Niche, was edited and even had a musical theme. This time, if I do podcast, it will be more informal.

***Also in the spirit of saving time to write on my Nano novel, I will be shamelessly reusing my introductory paragraph in each post this month, as well as pre-writing this month’s posts. In other words, I wrote this in October!

Friday Flash: Smart Tech

The following story also appears in my short story collection, An Optimist’s Journal of the End of Days and Other Stories, published via Venetian Spider Press.

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Barbara reset her smart watch for the correct date. Lately, she had been having trouble with the technology everyone in the world relied on for their daily activities: calendar appointments reset to different dates, her clock off by an hour, the facial recognition on her home alarm system refusing to recognize her. She thought back to the article she had written about the hazards of overdependence on technology. Eerily, her tech problems had increased directly after writing it, as if proving her point. She needed to “get back to basics.” Still, even the periodicals and books she read were digital and online. Everything was online; connectivity was the boon of the modern age as well as its Achilles’ heel. Unless she secluded herself in the middle of nowhere, there was no getting away from it.

She had fantasized about getting away before–a cabin, something wooden with great big windows looking out into the woods and a skylight showing her the stars. She had never been an outdoor person, but the thought of identifying the constellations outside while wrapped in the comfort of an indoor setting appealed to her. She could claim to be getting back to nature while still enjoying the comforts of being tick-free. And she could wean herself off a lot of technology (maybe not all, but a lot), so when the inevitable zombie-apocalypse came, she could claim to not be as completely screwed as she knew she would be.

Anyway, the apocalypse had not happened, but she had immersed herself in paperbacks in her ill-defined quest to “get back to basics.” She had written that stupid article, after all, so she had to try. Still, there was no denying that technology and her had a shaky relationship; she had visited Tech Center’s customer service so often, the staff there knew her by name. And yet, they could never find anything wrong with the gadgets that constantly malfunctioned around her.

Staying at a remote cabin in the woods–complete with satellite t.v., air conditioning, and wifi–had undeniably done her good. Whatever weird issues she had with technology, specifically online tech, had magically been resolved. And now she needed to go home and back to the daily grind, but at least she’d had a chance to recharge. Her bags were packed-safely stowed in the trunk, her drink was hot and caffeinated and sitting snugly in the front-seat cup-holder, and any uneasiness she felt about getting lost on the lonely winding roads dispersed once she programmed the route home into the car’s GPS. Satisfied that tech was, once again, her friend, she laid back and let the smart car do the driving. She didn’t know the area well enough to make her way back anyway, so the worst that could happen was the car would drive around aimlessly. She did that anyway.

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As her smart car slid down the chasm, debris and rocks piling through the window–filling the car’s body and burying her beneath the deluge, the last thing her oxygen-deprived brain registered was the robotic-voice of the GPS laughing at her. The fully self-aware artificial intelligence that inhabits the internet had not been a fan of her writing.

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