Random Channel Surfing

And how these two things are related. This year is interesting. And I don't mean interesting the way people use the adjective to describe something indescribable or suspect; the way people use the word when they're trying to be polite and give voice to a feeling or emotion they feel is offensive; the way the characters in the book Room use it. I mean "interesting" in that it's given me a lot of food for thought. This year has been one of growth and self-exploration. I've learned a lot about myself in terms of what I want and need, and the thing that's really struck me the most is that a lot of my creativity is dependent on my travels. Ergo, if I don't fly, my imagination won't soar. (Cheesy. Yes.) I have a theory for this: I do a lot of people-watching when I visit other cities or countries. I think my favourite part of traveling is probably waiting at the terminal before boarding my plane. And it's not because I'm not looking forward...

Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo. *cue fanfare* And... It's off to an okay start. I had three story ideas, so I decided to write all three. I don't know if I'll keep that up, but for now... it seems to be working. I mean, whenever I feel inspired for one, I'll write that. When creativity for that story is zapped, I'll start working on either of the other two stories. It's interesting because my approach to this exercise is very non-committal. All I want is to write the 50'000 words in thirty days. Past that? I don't really have any real drive or motivation or impetus. It's all about the numbers for me, baby! So I don't know if it's because I'm only going through the motions with this: Whether it's because I want to be able to say, "I've written a book!" or really if it's because I'm feeling slightly pressured, but... that's how I'm approaching this year's NaNo. Plus, let's not forget the fa...

Hello? Anybody there? So. I know it's been a while... much longer when you consider the fact that the posts I made back in April were recycled (see here ) and had been in my drafts since 2013 (see here ). The last real blog post I'd made was the one I made on March 4th to commemorate my 30th year of life. So. I'm feeling sheepish? Yeah. I guess that's the right word. I'm feeling sheepish that I've hardly written a figurative peep in months and the shame that goes with the sheepishness is only amplified by the fact that I had grandiose plans for my 30th year. Lame, yes, but I really did. So. The only reason I can think of attributing to this radio silence is that I'm in--yet another--writing funk. It happens to me quite often I'm finding. A result of my high, high, high as the sky  hopes for my writing career and my monumental fear of sucking. The fear is real, guys; I kid you not. So. This is my first attempt at improving my situation. So. I pl...