Well my friends, I’ve been feeling like I’ve shortchanged you by not posting any rants. The phrase “false advertising” comes to mind whenever my brain enters blogphase. (Yes, I will be trademarking that term. Don’t nobody try to tell me it’s already been coined ’cause I will throw down. And for those of you keeping track I’ve decided double negatives are now required in a rant for it to qualify as a bona fide rant.
Oh, Nefretiri, you just got SERVED! Moses ain’t got no time for your golden a$$! Moving on…) Read more…
I have a dear and close friend I’ve named Novella. She’s like that. A lesson and a full blown story packed in a punch. I’ve been out of town the past few days supporting her in the biggest contest of her career. Though hopes and expectations were high and everything looked favorable for her, she unexpectedly fell short.
What followed was a step into devastation. And guilt. A feeling like I’ve been here before. Not exactly, last year was a little different; the scale was smaller and it ended far better, though not as well as it could have. On both occasions I was the go-to gal, the pep talker, the one who’s supposed to have the words.
The words didn’t work. Read more…
It’d been three days since my last run, and it was getting to me. That “I need to get out and GO” twitch can be mighty anxiety-provoking. I should have gone this morning, but one thing led to another and before I knew it the night was upon me, leaving me with a choice: go after dark, sticking to busy (or as busy as any street can be on a Sunday night), well-lit streets, or unbelievably early tomorrow morning. I didn’t want to let the day pass without getting my run in. Night run it was. Read more…
‘Tis the season. We’ve come round to November again (16 days ago) and we all know what that means. (If anyone says, “Black Friday!” we will officially head into rant territory.) I’m speaking, of course, of National Novel Writing Month, quirkily known as “NaNoWriMo.” Yes, it’s NaNo time for all my writer friends out there…a most wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful time of the year! (If you missed the reference, and maybe even if you didn’t, I apologize for the irritation of reading that. Check out this little jingle if life just can’t go on until you’re in the know- or if you’ve suddenly been hit with nostalgia.)
I love nano (but I hate intermittent capitalization, so we’re dropping it from here on out). It’s brilliant. If you’ve done it before, you know the feeling. If it’s new to you, head over to the site and look around, but in a nutshell, signing up for nano means you pledge to write an entire novel in the month of November (or a 50K-word portion of one). “31 days and nights of literary abandon” is the slogan, and rightly so. To accomplish this feat you’ll have to do some leave-taking, of your family, your work, your dog, your sleep, and obviously your senses. But it’s completely worth it. If you’ve always wanted to write “for real,” not just every six months or so, nano will help you make that dream a priority. The accountability of the program is a nifty illusion; no one polices the participants, other than any nano friends that may be in the mix with you, but somehow that promise you make to no one but yourself becomes awfully weighty by the time Thanksgiving appears on the horizon.
Which is where I find myself right now. Can’t believe I’ll fall short yet again this year of the holy nano grail. Actually I can believe it. It’s been that kind of year. But that shouldn’t stop you. You can be twice as amazing if you sign up now and finish in half the time. Triple your awesomeness if you take running breaks to clear your head and daydream about your characters’ backstories.
If you’re already a wrimoer, kudos, my friend. And all hail if you’ve completed it successfully, past or present. The rest of us will keep stabbing at it until we get there with you, won’t we? If you are a writer/runner, you are blessed with double the optimism, ’cause it takes a serious cargo of it to stick with either one. So I have every confidence in you.
Write on and run it off, my friends!
I have three hobbies. I love to write. I’m hooked on running. And ranting is something I find myself doing more than either of them. If you’ve found your way here, I’m guessing you share one or more of these passions. I encourage you to join me in them all.
There are, however, a few ground rules. First off, those of us who write will agree to call ourselves writers; we will not be bound by the P-word. Yes, we’re placating ourselves. That is acceptable here. Unless, of course, I happen to be ranting against it, in which case it’s not. My world, my rules.
The definition of a runner is simple here, too. Do you run a lot by choice? If yes, you’re a runner. John Bingham says so.
And ranting, well… I don’t know anyone who doesn’t delve into this at some point during an average day, but that don’t make you no ranter. Double negative notwithstanding, there are some stringent eligibility requirements for this one. You have to be good at it. Witty. Entertaining. Funny. You get the idea.
Now that we’re all on the same page, let’s be off. Rant. Run. Write. Repeat.
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