“Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.” — Paul Brandt

Thank you Aunt Sue for bringing this quote to my attention. I love it! It’s wonderful, and sarcastic (or is that just me) and true, and fabulous, all in one awe-maze-tastic package. Love it, love it, love it. Of course to some extent I do this for every quote I find that perfectly fits the topic of the day, but sometimes you know, these things sneak up on you, and you just have to share how magnificent it is. Magnificent might be a little strong here…delightful? Delightful!

But back to today’s post. So there wasn’t a prompt for today, again. This blogging 101 challenge wants me to like, snaz (snazz?) up my blog, and like personalize the features and stuff. How dare they, right? And the Daily Prompt just didn’t strike my fancy. Which left me a little lost and drifting in the infinite sea of internet daily prompt websites.

I abandoned that path, and decided to write about something that did interest me. Which then meant my brain decided to forget absolutely everything that I found interesting. It acted like it had woken me up this morning, and as punishment for not immediately giving it caffeine decided to get rid of some files and make more room for storing lyrics of songs from the late-nineties.

‘Oh, you don’t need these files labeled interests did you? And hobbies? No one has those anymore. DELETE!’

‘Oh, look, words? You like being able to form sentences…hahaha. Not today!’

‘What’s this? It’s labeled important…hmm, whatever it is, it must not be necessary. BURN EVERYTHING!’

This went on until I gave in and drowned it in a latte. Thankfully, my brain had not emptied the trash folder, and I could just restore everything. So finally I had a topic for today’s post! Although it might be one unfamiliar to a lot of you. NaNoWriMo.

NaNoWriMo is a fun word to say. Try it, it’s pretty effing entertaining. But in case you want more information, it stands for National Novel Writing Month. Get it? NaNoWriMo. Hee. Fun.

Anywho, it starts on November 1st – a mere 22 days from now. That may not seem like such a big deal to you, but have you tried it? I tried it for the first time last year, and it is intimidating. Very much so. The goal is to have a novel by December 1st, at least 50,000 words. That means, with a little math, you need to write on average 1666.67 words a day. That is a lot of words. So far this post is only 446 words long. So like just under four of these a day, about the same thing, so that by the end of it you have a semi-understandable story.

Let’s just say that last year did not go well for me. I got so behind that it became impossible to catch up. This year that will not happen. Unless you know I start to hate what I’m writing and decide to switch topics again, like last year. Hopefully it won’t. That was just a terrible decision last year.

If you try to do it this year, don’t make that mistake. I don’t care if you wake up on November 20th and realize you are writing about a heard of cats fending off invading ferrets riding turtles with blueberries and peanut butter. Stick with Mittens and Spot and their crew for another ten days, you’ve almost made it. Plus, who doesn’t want to read that book. You can totally do that if you want, I have a different idea in mind. It doesn’t involve cats, or turtles, or peanut butter…I think.

And still here I am at only 627 words! There are over a thousand more to get to the daily requirement for NaNoWriMo. A thousand! I suppose I could go into a very detail description of the turtles and the cats and exactly how the peanut butter and blueberries are being used as weapons, but I prefer to leave something to the readers’ imagination. If I have to spell everything out, it loses the magic, doesn’t it?

On second thought, don’t take my idea. I may need that.

(P.S. I think my Word program had forgotten the difference between it’s and its. And it’s making me question my grasp of the English language….)


“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.”– Lao Tzu

But try telling that to the person shoving you in the train. I doubt they’ll be very receptive.

It has been my experience that people in the train stations here are very much the former. Large groups of extremely stressed people, mixed with some distracted cell-phone screen watching zombies. Maybe, just maybe you might find a human connection of some kind, if you could get anyone to shut off their phone, or put away their book. Because everyone in the train that doesn’t already have someone traveling with them, is on their phone, or pulls a book out of their bag and starts to read. No one wants to make eye contact, no one wants to talk to strangers.

A week ago the trains were running late. And everyone was packed into the train, like they called the people whose job it is to push you onto the train. It was wall to wall people. Ridiculous amounts of people in this train, and still (still!) people were reading or on their phone. Like a guy’s phone was in my face space. I was breathing on the screen, fogging it up! But god forbid they have to look at each other or admit to themselves that they are pushed up against everyone around them.

Plus there’s the fact that those fleeting, interlocking human stories that the prompt is talking about only really happen in movies. I have never seen anyone in a train station, airport, or subway that is there just to talk to people. Public transportation is horrible. It smells, you have to be squished into a metal contraption and breathe air that other people you don’t know have just exhaled, and it is anything but comfortable. No one is at their best on public transportation.

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness” — Allen Ginsberg

I don’t take credit for the quote today. The title of today’s post is the prompt too. Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice?

I’d like to think that I am starting to. I want to. I think that people that can actually dance to the beat of their own drummer without a care in the world, are some of the most successful people today. Maybe not in terms of wealth, but just in life. They truly enjoy what they do. Everyone should have something like that. Even if you don’t love your job, you should have a hobby or something that you can do that is one hundred percent you.

And so I guess my point is that especially since college, but even that last year or two I was trying to do exactly that. And since living on my own, I’ve become even less apologetic for who I am. That’s my problem. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to live with it. I do. My best friend and I agree; we aren’t social butterflies. We’re social bats. We aren’t pretty flowers. We’re cacti. And we love it. We click. We have three conversations at the same time, over months. It’s the best thing in the world, and I hope that everyone can have something like that.

I am not saying that that means I am rude to everyone, spouting what I think all the time, without apologizing. I’m saying that I like Top Gear, and I like Castle. I love Firefly, and I watch The Vampire Diaries. I like reading. No, I love reading. I hate people taking pictures of their food all the time. Unless there is a very good reason for it, and I mean super special occasion, just eat it. I eat vegetables raw, and I love shopping. I like colors, but I like things to match. I like walking, and roller coasters. I love yoga. But at the same time I want to be a runner too (I’m definitely not yet, I’m working on it…slowly. My lungs don’t seem to agree with me yet.) I will point out if you say something incorrect, not to show off, or to put you down for being dumb, but to point out that you are wrong. If you’re being rude, I’m gonna call you out on that. And that’s only partially because I’m kind of awkward. I like being awkward. But I’m also trying to listen to other people more. I may not like who they are, but that’s fine. I don’t have to. I just want to know what makes others tick (selfishly, so I can use that later in my writing career. Evil smile, followed by manic laughter…optional.)

So I wholeheartedly agree. Don’t hide the madness. We should celebrate uniqueness now more! Creativity comes from the crazy; I firmly believe that. You just don’t always have to be crazy. Let it out at the full moon.

“We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing and reading, walking around the woods in Ohio, where I grew up. ” — Mary Oliver

This is supposed to be a post in a media that I don’t typically use. I’m not sure what to do for that so whatever follows…just keep that in mind. Also, threw some Ohio love into the quote today. ❤

I have a feeling I’ll be distracted by Pinterest. Ah-ha! I’ll share some of my favorite funny pins!

Okay. So glad I did that. I’ve been laughing at these for like an hour now. Still have more to go through, but my battery is dying and I don’t want to lose all this copy and paste work I’ve done.

“Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life.” — Haruki Murakami

Another ten minute free-write time.

Okay, so it’s free-write time again. A stream of thought with nothing to direct it, but wherever my brain may take it.

I just spent the past hour and a half watching a musical of Sinbad in Japanese. It was interesting, even if I had very little idea of what was going on. I don’t really remember that story very well. But there was a lot of singing. They had maybe one or two lines in between all the singing. It was crazy. And that is why I can’t do this right now. It was crazy hot in the gym with all the fourth, fifth, and sixth graders. And all the windows closed and the lights and everything. I do not know how the actors and actresses could do it. Twice. They deff did that this morning for the younger grades too. So my brain is like fried. It’s Friday too, I think I just need a break.

Thankfully I can go home, and kind of let my brain just shut down and go into sleep mode for a bit. Not too long, cause I got things to do tonight. Cleaning. Blogging. Etc. But for a couple hours or so I can just sit there and listen to a podcast or watch some TV and I won’t have to translate anything or plan anything. Or try to look busy when there is absolutely nothing I can do while sitting at my desk.

Maybe that’s why this week was so long. Monday was an all-day desk marathon. And those are terrible. Okay. Ten minutes.

Okay so there was more to that ten minutes, but it was ramble-y and I’m tired so it wasn’t very interesting nor did it make much sense.

So instead I’ll put something else down here, but I’m not sure what.  This week has been terrible as far as the prompts go. I just don’t know what to write for them, or what to do for the non-writing ones. (The ones I usually do the daily post for.) Maybe by next week it will be better.

I think at least part of the problem is that I am trying to get up earlier so that I can start running in the mornings. Which I could do at night, but in the morning just seems like that would be the easier time to do it. Actually, about 3-5 in the afternoon is the perfect time to do it, but I don’t think the school would let me go on a run while I’m supposed to be watching dust collect on my desk. Maybe if I tried to join the track and field club, but then I might need to come to practice on the weekends. And go to the meets. And go every day. And that is just not what I’m trying to do. I don’t want it to be that serious. I just want to run two or three mornings a week. Anywho, so far, the alarm goes off and I’m just woken up about an hour earlier than I’d like to be. I don’t actually get up, I just sleep in between the three or four alarms I have set after that. I think that is a serious problem as far as the being tired during the day thing goes.

I’ll figure it out. Somehow. I think I just need to do it. Stop giving myself excuses for why I can’t and just get up and go. Or I need to try it once.

“You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.” — Dr. Seuss

The Daily Prompt:

When reading for fun, do you naturally gravitate to fiction or non-fiction? Do you know why?

Fiction or Non-fiction? It’s not even a choice for me. I’m all about that fiction. There aren’t any rules in fiction; if you want gravity to suddenly stop working because mole men area digging to the center of the earth to ask the dinosaurs to help fight off the evil Martian worm king, then, gosh darn-it, that can happen. All you have to do is write it. It’s that easy.

Or you could take the simpler route and write about your life with one minor difference, say…you were born in Canada, or you wear glasses, or you don’t wear glasses. It’s up to you!

Anything goes in fiction. And it weathers the passage of time quite well. (Most of it.)

Now all this isn’t to say I don’t ever read non-fiction. I am just even more picky about them. (And I am ridiculously picky about books. Cover, synopsis, title, all need to be exactly right for me to be interested enough to read it.)

Typically, if my Dad likes it,I’ll give it a chance. We don’t always have the same taste in non-fiction, but that’s my rule of thumb. I prefer a humorous twist to things (always looking for the funnier things in life) and I think we have similar sense of humor. Maybe he doesn’t. But he can’t stop me from thinking that, so there! HA!

“Food, in the end, in our own tradition, is something holy. It’s not about nutrients and calories. It’s about sharing. It’s about honesty. It’s about identity.” — Louise Fresco

I confess – I’m cheating a little with this one. Making it combine two different prompts: my favorite food/meal and some of my food quirks.

That second one. That’s easy. If you know me, you know I have many, many food quirks. Here are but a few.

  • I don’t like pig in any of its edible forms. Bacon, ham, sausage; it just doesn’t taste very good to me. Turkey is an excellent substitute though. I could eat turkey bacon or sausage any day. In fact, I once ate an entire package of uncooked turkey bacon when I was like…twelve. Just cause I was hungry.
  • I don’t like any salad dressing on my vegetables, or cheese, or other various non-salad foods…like nuts. Gross.I will eat my lettuce raw, thank you. My bestie likes to make fun of me because one day we were in her car and I pulled a bag of cucumber slices out of my purse and started snacking. Also, I’ve just eaten a whole cucumber for breakfast before. What can I say? They’re delicious.
  • I don’t like anything too greasy, oily, spicy, or bloody. That’s just not my thing. I’m not a huge fan of red meat, although I kill hamburgers sometimes. You just get those anemia-induced red meat cravings, you know?
  • I love oranges (Lexicon Valley just put out a very interesting podcast on the etymology of the word orange) and pumpkins, and purple potatoes.
  • If coffee is a food (it certainly is a food group to me), it’s my favorite thing ever.
  • Or salt. I sometimes just eat salt. But again – that’s another one of those medically-induced cravings.
  • Unfortunately, it’s gotten to the point were I can’t stand too much sugar at once. It makes me teeth hurt just thinking about it. But like 80% pure cocoa is the best! So bitterly delectable.

Anything else?

  • Tomatoes are…iffy. Sometimes they are okay.
  • Soup is one of the best forms of food.
  • Avocados (with salt!) are one of the things I love to “cook”. Guac should be available to eat out of a tortilla chip cone. Or cup, with a tortilla spoon.
  • But that’s about the only type of chip/cracker I’ll eat. (Saltines…are a derivative of salt, so they’re cool.) And if it doesn’t have a) a ton of salt, b) guac, or c) cheese, I’m not gonna bother with it.

My favorite sandwich (and I guess the answer to my favorite food/meal) would be Cheese, Pickles, and Mustard. Three of the best foods you can find. Pickles…that might be hereditary. It seems like we can’t get through a family gathering or meal without at least two jars of pickles on hand. My whole family will smash on a jar of pickles. Cheese, american works best, for me, but any will do; and that’s self-explanatory, isn’t it?  Who doesn’t like cheese? And mustard. Coleman’s if you have it, is the only condiment I really like. Katsup (or ketchup or whatever) is okay, but that’s really my sister’s thing. But MUSTARD! Juicy toast is a close second. That stuff is so good. And breakfast for dinner would be third.

And just to mention it here, though  it might be a family secret, but if I don’t say something, my father will…Bacon, Peanut Butter, and Cinnamon-raisin Toast. That’s not something you will ever see me eating. And that makes me odd. But what does that say about the rest of my family that does eat it?