...it's the first of December!
But I just want to show you what I waited for all last week...
...sitting at a coffee shop to read and write.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
This is my final post for November 2013’s NaBloPoMo. What have I learned by blogging every day for one whole month?
1. I wouldn’t mind doing it again – just not during NaNoWriMo. I erred in trying to do NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo in the same month. I realized I cannot concentrate on two major writing goals in the same month – I blew off NaNoWriMo for the most part, though I did make some progress on that project (but nowhere near 50,000 words). Speaking of goals...
2. When quantity is the primary goal, quality takes a back seat. You may have noticed that quite a few of my November posts have been short. As in photo-and-a-quote short. I don’t think I made some of my best posts this month. (WelI, the ones with JFK and the uncircumcised penis and not giving a damn weren’t too bad, right?) Still, I think I’d prefer to write four good-to-great posts per month than thirty grab-bag ones. Is posting every day good for anyone’s blogging in the long run? Maybe not for me.
3. Still, I can see myself participating in future NaBloPoMos. Doing it once a year helps with making my yearly quota of 48. Doing it twice guarantees it. (Doing it in this weird year of 2013 really helped - I am now at 63 posts, matching my largest total from 2009.)
But I don’t want to blog every day for just two months a year and leave every other day blank. That’s not how I roll. Meandering happens every damn day, and good blog ideas can come on any day and at any hour.
Maybe I’ll do it again in 2014. Perhaps in April. Or in June. Not in November. (I owe you, NaNoWriMo.)
Friday, November 29, 2013
Yes, I know that it’s racist and retrograde, but GoneWith the Wind will always remain one of my favorite books (and movies). Margaret Mitchell was a superb storyteller (not a storyshower), and anyone who cracks her book open will soon forget that it’s over a thousand pages long.
Even if you have not experienced GWTW in any form, you certainly know this line:
This is Rhett Butler’s final line to Scarlett O’Hara as he walks away from her – for good (unless you read the sequel). Rhett has finally gotten tired of Scarlett’s pining for another man – just as Scarlett realizes that she never really loved that man at all, and is ready to be a true wife and partner to Rhett.
Whether or not Scarlett deserved that line is a question for another day. But you know some people in your life who do deserve it.
So do I.
I would rather not give a damn about my enemies than hate them. Or trying to get them back into my life. Or forgiving them.
When you don’t give a damn about your enemies, it’s a sign that you are in control over your head.
It means you care more about you, and those you love, than the people who are not on your side.
It means freedom.
What’s not to like about that?