It Is Nearly Upon Us.

National Novel Writing Month, that is.


Since this is my last Thursday post before the madness begins, I’m going to use the opportunity to let you lovely people know what will be going down in my corner of the web. I will still be posting my regular Tuesday inspiration posts, at least until further notice (depending on how crazy everything gets), but my Thursday posts will most likely be very short, and completely dedicated to NaNoWriMo. They might be updates on my progress, short excerpts of the more hilariously heinous bits of word-garbage I will be spewing, or survival tips I’m learning the hard way.

There may possibly be inarticulate groans as well.

So that’s what will be going down for the next month, folks. Enjoy the ride.

Crispin Crispian Shall Ne’er Go By.

I was utterly at a loss of what to blog on this singularly uninspiring day. Until, that is, I logged into my trusty Tumblr and saw this:


Yes indeedy, ladies and gents. It’s St. Crispin’s Day.

Feel in need of some rousing?

Or how about something quieter?

Made my mom watch this because she doesn’t get my whole Shakespeare thing… yeah, she was crying by the end and didn’t even realize it. Huzzah.

Are snazzy haircuts more your thing?

Or how about this one. Just plain old stinkin’ adorable.

I mean, he’s doing a better job than I can!

Okay. Feeling inspired? I am.

Go show the rest of this week who’s boss.


Staring Down The Barrel.

Guys. It’s almost November again. And we all know what that means.

And of course the month I had planned to spend entirely on doing heavy-duty NaNo prep got spent on heavy-duty Young Life banquet prep instead.

Somebody send help.

Oh, thanks, NaNoWriMo blog! You’re a doll.

There. That’s my bit of writing advice for the week. If you’re diving into National Novel Writing Month this year, spend some time on their blog. Or, heck, even if you aren’t, it’s still a good blog.

That’s all I’ve got time for today, folks. I’m off to do more banquet prep.

Mr. Independent.

Today I just want to share a photo with you. It’s been making me grin.

New York

He’s got his wheels, he’s got a snazzy hat, he’s out on the town, what more does a guy need?

Unfortunately, I have no idea who this kid is, or who to attribute the photo… I got it from Pinterest, and you know how that goes. All I possibly know is that the time is 1971 and the place is New York City.

How are You Feeding Your Soul?



Two weeks ago, I talked about the importance of taking a careful look at your writing, and making sure it says exactly what you want it to say. And if it says something different, that you might want to take a look at your worldview.

There’s another thing that might be effecting the message of your writing: The stuff that’s going into your mind, heart, and soul. As human beings who, for whatever reason, feel a need to communicate with the world, we need to be conscious of what we are consuming. Are we taking in wisdom, truth, beauty, inspiration? Things that allow our souls to breathe and flourish? Or are we allowing ourselves to be filled with mindless, shallow, petty, disturbing, or even vile things?

It makes a difference, people. My ballet instructor has a phrase that seems particularly apt to my point today: “Garbage in, garbage out.” Granted, she uses the phrase when she is reminding her dancers of the importance of good nutrition, but I think it applies equally well to our mental and spiritual nutrition. Just as eating junk will be reflected in lethargy, sluggishness, bad skin, and excess fat, a diet of mental junk (gossip, slander, violence, cheap “humor,” lewdness, American politics) will be reflected in what comes out of us through our words and actions.

So if you’re uncomfortable with some of what has been coming out of you lately, if you feel like you have better things inside you than what has been showing up, ask yourself this question: How are you feeding your soul? Do you need a mental diet adjustment? It might be as simple as adding or deleting something from your Twitter feed, or it may require a complete overhaul. But you’ll feel better for it, I promise. And I bet your writing will improve, too.

Also, good golly, doesn’t that salad up there look good? Somebody make me one.

Music For Drifting.

Here’s this month’s film score from Adam Young! A week late, but delivered as promised.

This one’s about Voyager 1, the farthest spacecraft from Earth. It’s a lovely mix of dreamy electronic overlays and dark strings, with strong rhythms to keep things *ahem* grounded. I’m sorry, I didn’t notice that one until it popped out of my fingertips.

All in all, pretty good concentration music, I find.

As usual, you can get all the download info here.


Hip-Hop Sonnet #1.

Today has been one of those lazy, rainy days where all I do is sit around doodling and listening to Hamilton. Pretty fantastic.

And then I remembered… oh, hey, it’s Thursday. Your blog day. And you have nothing. Oh dear.

Twitter tells me, however, that today, the 6th of October, is National Poetry Day in the UK. And I have ancestors from the UK. And posting horrible poems is my usual stop-gap. And I’ve been meaning to try my hand at some “Pop Sonnets” for some of the Hamilton songs for a long time. (If you’ve never heard of Pop Sonnets, by all means click the link. What are you waiting for? Do it now.)

So I mean, it’s like it was meant to be.

Here’s my sonnet interpretation of “Hurricane,” the song in which Alexander Hamilton marr’d his fortune by deciding to publish all the sordid details of his extra-marital affair, thinking that somehow this would be a good idea. (Seriously, Alexander? What happened to that top-notch brain?)

At seventeen, a storm engulfed my town,
Yet I found peace in the hurricane’s eye.
Horrified, I watched my people drown;
And though I tried, I could not seem to die.
The pain was great, but could not dull my mind;
I found a quill, my moving story wound.
When I looked up, I found the strangers kind;
They put me on a ship, for New York bound.
I wrote my land out of the English realm,
And with my pen ploughed through all fierce resistance.
I mind me now, though danger overwhelm,
Throughout my life I’ve written my deliv’rance.
I’ll write it down, as far as I can see;
And thus will I protect my legacy.

So that was fun. Don’t judge it too hard, please; I wrote it in about fifteen minutes flat.

World Ballet Day.

Today I would normally be posting Adam Young’s film score of the month, but that will have to wait until next week, because something very important is taking place as I type.

It’s World Ballet Day, people. Five leading companies from around the world are live-streaming all day. And you can watch it here. Classes, rehearsals, behind the scenes… glory.

I told you it was important.

Unfortunately, I have a dentist appointment and errands to run today, so I won’t be able to binge it the way I would like, so y’all will have to do it for me.

Go get some culture, people.