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Tensual frustration

TENSE IS KILLING ME.

For the first time, possibly ever, I’ve chosen to write in first-person. First-person past, to be precise. I used to loathe first-person narrative, but for some reason, this newest novel will not come out any other way.

First-person past should be a hop-skip-and-a-jump for a third-person past writer like me. But for some reason, I CAN’T DO IT RIGHT!

I blame all of the first-person present novels out there. I just cannot my tenses right. And normally, I’m pretty adept at tenses. And right now, I feel like the paragraphs I was working on are now just a big jumble of complicated, confusing sentences. Ack!

In my search for help, I stumbled upon this page. I can’t really tell who the blogger is or why he’s writing about writing, but I think it is somewhat helpful. In the article he outlines the differences between past and present first person, and translates each tense into the other.

But seriously, if it doesn’t get any easier, I might have to change my tense completely! (It would probably be smartest to have this ironed out before Nanowrimo comes around, huh?)

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Spam poetry

For the past couple days, I have been drudging through dreaded blog comments on the company website. It has been backed up for nearly two months, due to a shortage of resources.

Spam comments are always intriguing to me.  Does spamming a comment box really pay off, when most, if not all, companies have an approval process for their comments? I have no idea, but there is sure a lot of effort put into it.

To amuse myself, I wrote a poem using only spam terms from received comments. It’s mostly nonsense, but I thought I’d share it.

Bleak coloration connected

Create a stencil by cutting out the lines
I think it’s still Crabtree,
but he has been quiet since that non-catch on the first drive.
But then there was also this damaged brother
Consequently, so santa appears to be cited
thoughtless holocaust.
Goodness and treason,
trudged, torpedoed soul
Hunted, owned
The severe now want
considerably more why and vanity
pain-free.

Who knew spamming could be so emo?


Ritually ruined

Wait, what? November in two weeks?

I usually don’t have a hard time remembering that Halloween and Nanowrimo come smacking me in the face hand-in-hand. But with the past couple of months flying by (seriously, is this because I turned twenty-eight? That is so unfair!) I find myself sort of… lost in time.

For example, by now I would have:

  • Decorated for Halloween at home (October 1st!)
  • Decorated for Halloween at work (first work day of October)
  • Picked out a Halloween costume
  • Watched at least three black-and-white horrors or Halloween movies (I’ve only seen one – Nosferatu!)
  • Plotted out points for the Nano novel
  • Attended or planned to attend at least one ghost walk and one cemetery tour

Now, I don’t even know if I’m nano-ing, Halloween-ing or even ghost walk-ing! And you know what? I’m kind of okay with that. Maybe, instead of making use of the season, I’ll just let the season do its thing on its own, and enjoy it along the way.

Then again, that could be the cold medicine talking…

 


I’ve lost a month of my life.

Hey there folks,

It’s been a while! Life has been fairly exciting for me. Besides fighting off the most diabolical of colds, I’ve had a swarm of houseguests, an abundance of birthday celebrations and a murder of out-of-town drives. (My sister has decided that every multiple is better designated as a “murder,” starting with murders of yarn. I am prone to agree.)

Seriously. Where has the past 1.5 months gone? You’ve got me. I can hardly tell you. But what I can tell you is this:

  • querying agents is less exciting than you’d think
  • temporary graffiti garners less attention with more people
  • your own city is far better experienced as a pretend tourist
  • the Asian market is still one of my favourite places to be, and
  • I have a wedding dress!

Plus, only two more weeks until BOO!