Nov 302011
 

As you may have gathered by now, writing short is not one of my fortes. But thanks to the sadistic noble efforts of Blogdramedy, I have signed up to participate in her short story challenge, BlogFestivus.

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So, starting tomorrow, I’ll be writing 144-word stories every day for the 12 days of Christmas, along with these intrepid souls:

Blogdramedy (writing challenge instigator)
Fix it or Deal
Shouts from the Abyss
Stevil
All My Answers
Tori Nelson
A Few Clowns Short
Grouchy Mom
Rewind Revise
The Original Bean
My life: a constant work in progress
Becoming Bitter
PamBamBam
Clan of the Cave Hair
Words that Rhyme with Purple
Mad Hatters
A Daft Scots Lass
Random Says
Susan Forte PR

Note (12/17/2011): For links to all my entries, see my BlogFestivus 2011 page.

 

Nov 282011
 

Steve was giddy. “I never expected to make it this far,” he said as he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

“Oh, I knew you could do it!” Trish said, her voice high-pitched with excitement. “One more match and you’ll be champion!”

Steve frowned and looked across the court at Karlos, who sat looking smug as two scantily clad women fawned over him. “I don’t know, Trish. Last year, Karlos nearly killed a guy. That’s why they call him The Decapitator!”

Trish looked over, her smile changing into a worried frown. “Who knew tether-ball could be so dangerous?” Then she scowled and said, “There’s only one thing you can do. You’ll have to …

Nov 252011
 

Now that fall is nearly over, I thought I’d post some pictures taken around Ashland over the last month or so. Of course, you might say, “Oh yeah, another batch of autumn color pictures. <yawn> Ho hum.” To that I say, “I know,” and “I’m sorry,” and “No one is forcing you to look at these. Or… are they?”

Let’s face it, if you’re being forced to look at these, you have bigger problems than looking at yet another set of pictures of autumn leaves.

Besides, how many times does such a collection of pictures include a monkey tree?

And so, without further ado… Well, just a bit more ado. I’m also trying out a different way of displaying photos, so this is a sort of experiment. Thanks for participating! Clicking on the photos should bring up the full-size images without leaving the page. Also, I’m sprinkling this post with links to photos posted on Ashland Daily Photo.

One thing I’ve loved about Pacific Northwest autumns is how the trees turn gradually and not all at once. It’s not that uncommon to find trees with the leaves covering the spectrum from green to red all at the same time. This picture was taken half a block from home.

Ashland autumn big tree

 

Or, I’ll come across a tree that is a blazing orange, surrounded by other trees not quite ready to turn.

Ashland autumn fiery tree

 

Here’s a sweet spot in Lithia Park.

Ashland autumn, Lithia Park

 

I’m not sure if it’s faulty memory, but I don’t remember seeing as many leaf-covered sidewalks around Bellingham as I do here in Ashland. I attribute that to a larger proportion of deciduous trees here, and perhaps a more laid back approach to clearing fallen leaves. In fact, so far I’ve only encountered two instances of those horrible leaf-blowers running in Ashland. (The first of those instances was in Lithia Park!)

Pile of autumn leaves

 

Just for fun, I’m including a picture of a house nearby that looks to be abandoned (or badly in need of a paint job) and, therefore, haunted. Of course.

Spooky Ashland house

 

And, finally, the monkey tree complete with red leaves and a Halloween mask on a pink monkey.

Monkey tree with Halloween masks
Nov 212011
 

Derek glanced at the clock and cringed. Only ten more minutes. Sweat made his pants stick to the desk chair. In front of him, Sera was leaning back in her seat, hands laced behind her head, making a big show of the fact she was already finished.

“Three minutes!” announced Mr. Olmstead, with what Derek could only interpret as glee.

“Three?” he said loudly. “But…” His voice trailed off as Mr. Olmstead turned to him and quieted him with his stare.

Sera snickered and Derek snapped. “Ten minutes!” he shouted as he stood up and…


Beware the theme change!

I’ll be fiddling with the site template later and would be stupefied if I didn’t encounter some glitches along the way. So, if you are visiting the site and everything looks wonkier than usual, please be patient, and maybe stop by later.

Or not. It’s really a person decision. Obviously.

Nov 142011
 

Setting: DOCTOR and NURSE standing over a table performing surgery on a patient.

DOCTOR: Scalpel!

[NURSE hands DOCTOR a scalpel. It's blue.]

DOCTOR: [Looks at scalpel and hands it back to NURSE] Give me the yellow one.

NURSE: [Sets blue scalpel down, hands over yellow one] You do realize they’re both the same, right?

DOCTOR: Oh, you’re one of those. Forceps!

[NURSE hands DOCTOR a forceps. It's yellow.]

DOCTOR: [Just looks at forceps in NURSE's hand] The mauve one.

NURSE: Sorry, the best I can do is…

Nov 112011
 

I use a nerdy nifty little Excel spreadsheet for tracking my progress with NaNoWriMo. (Disclaimer:  I did not create the spreadsheet. But, to whoever did, thanks!)

I like charts and graphs. Maybe collecting the data appeals to the former-engineer part of me, but seeing the stark reality of my progress with NaNoWriMo is a mixed blessing.

NaNoWriMo word count graph

3 steps forward, 3.02 steps back

As of Day 10, I’m at 16,199 words — only 471 words short of my target. The funny thing is, I average more than 1,600 words per hour, so it isn’t as if NaNoWriMo is that big of a time commitment. Yet, I still have to overcome a reluctance to sit down and do it!

The challenge isn’t in typing the words. No, the challenge is all the crap that goes on in my head:

  1. Resisting the almost overwhelming urge to go back and edit that terrible, run-on, borderline-nonsensical sentence I just wrote.
  2. Writing all the words that pop into my head because they add to my word count, even though 90% of them are unnecessary.
  3. Finding ideas for the next step in the story.
  4. Worrying that I’ll run out of ideas for the next step in the story.
  5. Knowing that there is a document on my computer that contains writing so embarrassingly bad. (Well, at least one document.)
  6. Fearing that the awfulness of what I’m writing is because my ability to write just plain sucks.
  7. Wondering what the heck I’m doing this for.

The good news is that, once I actually start writing, it isn’t that hard to keep writing for an hour. And, since my “story” is a sort of horror/fantasy/mystery/love story with serial killers, witches and supernatural creatures, it’s actually been kind of fun.

What are your challenges for NaNoWriMo? What are your successes?