Thursday, October 18, 2007

50,000 words. A Novel?

Michelle's post about National Novel Writing Month was intriguing. I am going to do it. Maybe I won't finish, but it will be a good laugh either way. And after reading the following from the website I am determined to try.

If I'm just writing 50,000 words of crap, why bother? Why not just write a real novel later, when I have more time?

There are three reasons.
1) If you don't do it now, you probably never will. Novel writing is mostly a "one day" event. As in "One day, I'd like to write a novel." Here's the truth: 99% of us, if left to our own devices, would never make the time to write a novel. It's just so far outside our normal lives that it constantly slips down to the bottom of our to-do lists. The structure of NaNoWriMo forces you to put away all those self-defeating worries and START. Once you have the first five chapters under your belt, the rest will come easily. Or painfully. But it will come. And you'll have friends to help you see it through to 50k.
2) Aiming low is the best way to succeed. With entry-level novel writing, shooting for the moon is the surest way to get nowhere. With high expectations, everything you write will sound cheesy and awkward. Once you start evaluating your story in terms of word count, you take that pressure off yourself. And you'll start surprising yourself with a great bit of dialogue here and a ingenious plot twist there. Characters will start doing things you never expected, taking the story places you'd never imagined. There will be much execrable prose, yes. But amidst the crap, there will be beauty. A lot of it.
3) Art for art's sake does wonderful things to you. It makes you laugh. It makes you cry. It makes you want to take naps and go places wearing funny pants. Doing something just for the hell of it is a wonderful antidote to all the chores and "must-dos" of daily life. Writing a novel in a month is both exhilarating and stupid, and we would all do well to invite a little more spontaneous stupidity into our lives.

Anyone else ready for the challenge?

Friday, October 12, 2007

Nice Shootin' Tex

Dave came home last week with a bundle of surprises for Corban. Real cowboy boots, a toy gun and a riding horse- complete with trotting and neighing sounds! Corban loved playing.

Precious Baby Girl

She is just a sweetie! I just want to squeeze her!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Chillin' at the park

Caught in the Rain!

We have had our share of crazy storms the last month. Everytime it rains Corban runs to the front door and says, "play, play!" He loves to be out there jumping in puddles, running around and even riding his bike. He is one major cutie!

Wednesday, October 3, 2007


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

This is one of my favorites (obviously- from my title). I felt it needed to be posted for all to appreciate. There are so many truths in this poem, I love it. I am sure most of you have read it; nevertheless, here it is for your pleasure. :)

Monday, October 1, 2007

I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.

-Mother Teresa

NY Fashion Week

While reading the paper I ran across an article about Modesty at NY Fashion week. Rather interesting subject, so after finishing my Deseret Morning News I hopped online to look for myself. Though modesty was not adopted in full (haha), there were a variety of tasteful, beautiful, weird, ugly, and silly modest pieces. Check out the links if you want more but here are some of the good and the ugly. . . what were they thinking. My favorite. . .the man shorts, of course. Hahahaha.