Monthly Archives: September 2017
Writing (both fiction and nonfiction) is a passion of mine. I delight in it. I am driven to write by an internal furnace of desire.
It is frustrating when technology inhibits my ability to write instead of enhancing it. I can’t wait to get my computer set up so I can get back to writing at full speed.
For now, however, I am writing by hand and on my phone. This post, in fact, is being typed up on my cell phone. All of my recent posts, in fact, have been written on my phone. I can type pretty fast on a tiny little touchscreen, but nowhere near as fast as I can on an actual keyboard.
Writing is my passion. It is my dream to someday be published as an author. In order to better realize that passion/dream I am planning a break from the internet (if only for a day or two) to refocus and get down to the actual task of writing.
See you all on the other side.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. I have participated in National Novel Writing Month (with varying degrees of “success”) every year since 2013. This year I have a pretty good idea about what I plan to write, but it needs polishing.
If you don’t know what NaNoWriMo is, it’s a writing challenge that takes place every November where thousands of writers write a novel (at least 50,000 words) within the month. I recommend it for most writers interested in a challenge. While I don’t think the 50,000 word minimum required to “win” is a huge challenge, I try to focus on the concept of finishing a novel manuscript in under 30 days. That, to me, is the real challenge.
In the past I’ve put a lot of stock in “over-achieving” (which just means writing more than 50,000 words during November). This year, however, I’d be more than satisfied just to complete a novel or, at least, get a really good start on a novel. 50,000 words sounds like a lot, but most novels are longer than that (often significantly longer).
I’ve always been a “pantser.” That just means I do only very minimal planning and let my novels just “flow” out of me. I have tried to be a “plotter” or an “outliner” and it just hasn’t worked for me. This year I’m going to do more planning than I normally would do, but still figure the novel I write will be fairly off-the-cuff.
Anyway, back to working on my idea(s).
Thanks for reading and have a great day.
There have been a lot of screaming headlines about Trump this past year and a half. Some of them are accurate and helpful, others are clickbait and can be ignored. It’s hard to know the difference at a glance without first identifying which media outlets deal in real, hard-hitting journalism or what Trump and his “alt-right” people like to call “fake news.” To be clear, there is such a thing as fake news.
That being said, don’t trust Trump’s word on what is and is not fake news for a microsecond.
It is important to resist the surge of white nationalism/supremacism, nationalism in general, and open hatred that has occurred since Trump announced his intention to run for the presidency.
It is important because it reveals your character and what you believe. Those who do not resist (in some way) are tacitly approving of Trump and his followers. Whether you support Trump or do not, saying nothing creates the appearance that you don’t care one way or the other. You can believe wholeheartedly that what Trump and his supporters represent is wrong all you want, but silence implies consent in this case.
Let me step back for a moment to clarify something.
Resistance does not (necessarily) mean going out and protesting in the streets. Resistance can take many forms. It can be in the things you choose to post/share on social media. It can be in what you say. It can be in what you do.
There will come a time when talking won’t be enough, but for now, at least do SOMETHING.
If you are a Trump supporter at this point I don’t have much to say to you, if I am to be completely honest.
For those of you on the fence about whether to support the president or oppose/resist him. Well, there isn’t much of a fence left thanks to Trump and his “make America great again” people.
It is important to resist.
Thanks for reading. As always, have a great day.
Or whatever it is that is actually “wrong” with me.
Since I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I have mostly tried not to think too hard about it. Other than the practical way of thinking that comes from worrying about staying on the proper medicine and whether or not I am becoming manic/depressed, I haven’t really sat down to think about what it means for me to be bipolar. Many people talk about mental illness like it is a big shadow looming over them at all times. For me, it isn’t quite like that. I don’t often think about my “illness.” About the only times I do think about it is when a post about mental health/mental disorders comes across my Facebook feed, when my wife brings it up, or when my mom texts me to make sure I’m staying on a given medication and am doing okay. I don’t feel as if there is a shroud or miasma of unhealthiness hanging over me. It is just part of who and what I am.
For me, bipolar disorder has mostly become occasionally worrying about whether I’m becoming hypomanic or manic. I don’t worry as much about depression because I don’t have a “traditional” or “standard” presentation of bipolar. For me, my bipolar becomes an issue mainly when I soar up into mania. My mania is such that it quickly becomes dangerous for me. It isn’t that I become a danger to myself or others, but I have, on two occasions, become psychotic as a result of mania. Fortunately the medication that I am on keeps that from happening these days.
So, for me, bipolar is largely sort of an undercurrent. It’s always there, but I don’t always think about it. It’s there in the way I sometimes over analyze how I’m behaving, checking for signs of hypomania. It’s there in my wife’s reassurances that I am not acting manic or hypomanic. It’s there in the pill I take everyday before going to sleep. But it is (fortunately) not some huge black cloud ruining my life or keeping me from enjoying my life.
I don’t say this to diminish or downplay the profound and crippling effect bipolar disorder can have on many people. It can and often does cause someone’s life to implode (or explode). It is a serious diagnosis to deal with, but it shouldn’t define those of us who have it.
Thanks for reading, have a great day.
So, the laptop I was using to write my latest novel crashed last week. Which means I may have lost an entire chapter (sadly I was dumb and didn’t back up the writing as I went). The desktop I’m supposed to be using, while not “broken,” is not set up yet. So, I am without a computer.
While I should probably keep writing by hand I haven’t yet. That’s a little sad because I usually enjoy writing by hand. I think maybe I’m still sulking over that lost chapter. At some point I will rewrite it (hopefully soon), but for now I’m just focusing on work and other stuff at home.
This brings up a good point though, if you are passionate about something you will find a way to do it. When I think about it, my obstacles are relatively minor. There are people in this world who don’t own any computers and never have. Fortunately, as I write this, I am getting the urge to break out my journal and start writing again. That’s the nice thing about having a passion, you really do find any way to keep doing it.
Anyway, I have to go to work soon and the Big Bang Theory is on.
Thanks for reading! (Now get back to what you’re passionate about.)
As a species we are becoming more and more comfortable living our lives on computers, cell phones, and other technological devices. We spend less time outdoors than ever before. Our friendships are often virtual. Our family relationships are governed by our ability to interact on social media and via text message.
This isn’t a post about the “evils” of the internet. I’m not someone who would ever advocate for less technology. The internet is great. It does keep us connected. It puts new learning at our fingertips.
That being said, I do think I should spend more time away from my devices. I’ve found that I get immense pleasure from communicating face to face or writing by hand (*gasp* yes, with a pen!) or going for a walk. I think everyone could benefit from stepping away from the internet. We should explore the outernet (i.e. The “real” world).
However, I do think we need to stop thinking of the internet as somehow not a part of the real world. It bugs me when people say “IRL…” or “in the real world.” The internet is a part of the real world. Who you are online is who you are “in real life.” You don’t magically change just by staring at a screen and pecking away at a keyboard. Sure, we might behave differently or speak differently online, but that’s just another mask that you wear. Even in the meatweb we wear masks and behave differently based on who is watching us.
The outernet is beautiful. It’s visceral and real. The internet is beautiful in a different way. If we could see all of the different connections between all of the computers (and by computers I mean anything with a computer chip in it) the result would be an amazing web of strands connecting almost everything around us. Even buildings can be computerized. Just remember that, though the internet is part of the real world, it is still not biological. It isn’t a substitute for actually doing things and getting exercise.
The outernet is where we touch, feel, smell, eat, drink, copulate, etc. etc. etc. It is where we are meant to be. We are evolved to be out in nature. We are not evolved to live in a digital world…yet. We’ll get there, but for the time being, get out in the outernet and experience life.