Stand up, Standing UP!

So I'm taking another plunge tonight...finally working on some comedy. Stand up.

I feel like it could be a gateway drug. To what? Not sure yet, but I love making people laugh.

My poetry is far from performance-ready, so perhaps this will sustain me until that point?

Butter Eyes

Butter eyes.

This phrase is sticking in my mind. A description of a person?

Color. Richness. Slippery? Something along those lines. There might be something there, something to explore. Not a whole poem, but a characteristic that explains a person to the reader in an unexpected way.

Must consider more.

Singular Contributions

My singular contribution to another blog. Should I write more for them? Maybe.

Epic

I want to write epic poetry!

That makes you want to dance. Makes your heart swing inside your chest, pushing against your breastbone and throat.

It might be laziness. Or stupidity? Or am I merely more boring than I like to think?

Wikipedia

Donated a little to a good cause. There are so many out there. But since this is a small drop in the huge blogophere, I figured it wouldn't hurt to put this here:

Enjoy! May Wiki be your guide...

The road to 50,000

I will be brief. I should be writing right now. No, not writing here. I promised myself, and my dear Californian Dreamer friend, way way way back in April that I would make a concerted effort this year to write. One way to do it? Commit myself to the torture and delight of NaNoWriMo: a month-long write-a-thon that has one goal. Write 50,000 of a novel (in the loosest sense of the word) between November 1 and November 30. That's it. Simply that.

Ha. Halfway through, and I've barely scratched the surface of 16,000 words. Right around 30 pages. Ugh. Motivation is there, but the thought of diving headfirst into the real meat of the story. The introductions and character setups are done, and now I have to commit to messing everything I've so painstakingly put together for 16,000 words. I am fully aware that this sounds very angsty, but there is something blocking me and I don't have the luxury of time to figure it out. I want to hit that target!

Something has to change. I will make this happen. I promised myself months ago.

I will keep writing short sentences until my writer's block goes away...

Cue the Ironic Evil Laugh

Have we hit Mid-August Slump already? Seems that my dribble, which should have hit an all time high by this point, has failed to even make an impact on my own life. Thanks to the information-laden, video-heavy, and distraction-filled world of the internet (read: my life), I have failed to make any kind of dent in fulfilling my obligation to a blog of significance.

Cue: Big, Mournful, Melodramatic Sigh.

One thing worth mentioning: I did promise myself that I would write more this year. Seems that the majority of this writing has taken the form of online chatting and texting, so far at least. At the very least, I committed myself to NaNoWriMo for the month of November. I believe my body shall make it through the month...it shall be seen if my sanity will be waiting for me on the other side.