Last night, I registered for the National Novel Writing Month, which starts on November 1, 2011. It’s simple: all I did was create a user-name/account, password and agree that I’m over 13 years of age and that I agree to their words. The requirements are simple: write long and hard and complete 50,000 words by the end of midnight on November 30, 2011. Quality does NOT matter. Prizes are only the completiong this novel and maybe a T-shirt, badges and other souvenirs.
So I’m looking into purchasing a Premium Theme for $45 — Theme: Chapters by WooThemes. There are 20 tabs or chapters to this design. And so that helps narrow my Table of Contents to 20 topics of which I have brainstormed to include my most popular categories, which are off-hand to include a broad area under Arts and Science; Banking and Business; Education and Media; Military and Intelligence; Politics and Diplomacy; Psychology and Training; and Spiritual and Religion. Other areas may include conspiracy/paranormal, ideals/mundane, pets/people, words/wisdom and other sub-categories that I’m thinking bout.
My mind is still sharp, my memory is still keen and my sentiments still run high heaven. I’ve calculated that at least five to seven page per chapter would include at least 2,500 words. That should add up to the 50,000 words for the twenty tab/chapters/topics I plan on writing. I will use my mind and whatever memory is left of my small mind to consolide my over nine thousand weblog entries to be included in this novel. Brouhaha!
But I would have to register another blog, just to differentiate my primary blog from something worthy for publication in the bookstores or online. However, my writing skills are mediocre and basic. So I won’t expect any fanfare, except maybe a few snickers here and there by those who dare humor themselves at my price, not that I take things personally but my word are part of me. Nonetheless, I will try a novel after practicing with blogging. Right on.
I’ve used proofread a few minutes ago and it is something that I’ve not considered doing in the past until now! There were lots of passive voice that needed explaining and the usual spelling errors. Therefore, the contents to my old pages will look different but will read much better with the proper grammar and correct spelling. I noticed how I used the following words: “to be”. And that’s a passive voice, which the proofread feature caught and won’t let go until I select either “Ignore Suggestion” or “Ignore Always”. I chose the former.
I just read one of Kenny boy’s recent article on “fringe theory“. I know some deaths are faked. But I’m not saying! Y’all have to listen well and how the information is being presented. I love theatre. That’s all I have to say.
I strive for quantity. The more blog entries I publish, the more I hope my blog stats increases. This leaves me with a sense of personal accomplishment even if I may never know who or what is really reading my blogs.
As for quality, I care not for how my blogs are published. There are too many thoughts and too little time to blog and as such a few errors are made here and there. If I could be my own editor, I would hire myself full time to review ALL published post and consolidate the most commonly occurring themes and elements and create one jumbo article, along with references to more “professional” sources of academia, journalism, science and other expertise on subjects that interest me.
So while I would like to participate in the “nano-nano” whatever project. I just don’t have the time or understanding of what I’m supposed to do or how to approach this project in one month. So far, my daily blogs are the same — numbers, people, nature and other social, economic and political issues. I guess that’s all I could share for now. Perhaps, I’ll reconsider taking on the NaNoWriMo and figure out how to best use my mind.
How about you? Do you leave things unwritten because you don’t feel like you have the time to perfect them? Would you consider setting up a private blog (perhaps using the p2 theme, which is great for quick updates) to capture the rough-draft ideas that you’re not keen on publishing but would like to preserve? I’m thinking of doing just that. Do you find that writing just to write leads you ultimately to write better or just to write more? And finally, are you willing to fess up to participating in NaNoWriMo?
Well at 8:38pm, Paw and I have successfully brought Maw to her feet. The logistic was to wash down the extra soapy Tide from the bottom of the tub. She was washing her underwear with Tide and stood up. Then I heard a loud but soft sliding thud! Whoomp! So that was from a standing position to a sitting position is just one second.
After washing down the slippery soap, I got behind her and placed both my forearms underneath her armpits. While Paw pulled/supported her left arm, she used whatever strength she had and pulled the “default” soap dish handle with her left up.
She went up nicely. But my arms, shoulder and back were compromised. I’ll be taking my pain killer and putting on my black girdle to keep the back muscles from spasming. So whatever demonic plague/karmic debt is riding on my back, you still owe me — big time.
That is one lesson anyone should learn when living alone. Be prepared to have your WIRELESS telephone nearby in case you have to call for emergency. And if you have iron bars on your windows and doors, that’s too bad.
Because English is the hardest language to learn! Here is a short story to show my understanding of past tense verbs.
I may have blogged in my earlier life time and was not popular then and now I blog with the same controversial fervor of someone fighting against TPTB and pals. While you swim to meet your love on the other side, I swam last night across the universe to meet my death. While you run like the wind, I ran for cover in the night. “Be well!” They yelled from a not so far distant shore along the beach of time. “She was a compassionate person to havehad a good life.” And though they throw a party on her behalf, in the end they threw her ashes into the sea. Here and there, they lay drunk and spent from a whole night’s pleasure while the sounds of the enemies lie waiting and hiding in the wee hours of dawn. The rules of the game have been laid: Stay alert and be ready.
In my draft, I’m writing another “postaday2011/postaweek2011” blog and pressed the “Proofread Writing” button feature on the Visual tab and received the following response:
I remember sitting in French class during high school. It was the senior year. At eighteen, I was too old to be told to throw away my chewing gum. I was being a rebel. I hated school.
I sat behind a Vietnamese guy, who showed me his pencil drawing of an alien baby. He asked me if his drawing looked like an alien baby. I said, “No.”
The drawing was a bi-pedal baby with proportional limbs and head of a human baby. But he drew in scales in very dark.
Right there I could put the pieces together, the reptoids existed then and now I’m learning about them online and sharing what I know via this weblog.
I still have the visual in my mind for downloading if interested.
Godloves to discriminate.
Egg first then chicken debate
Fleece white snow or gray slate
Set her curves against his straight.
Religious dogmas and state
Childlike mind to old fart rate Nature and nurture create
God loves to recriminate.
Breaking the covenant’s crate
Anger, jealousy and hate Idol worship desecrate
Steal or kill in dire strait
So hard to find a good date
Trespass through the pearly gate
God loves to retaliate.
Matters by atomic weight
With hook, line, sinker and bait
False hope by ‘lying’ and wait
Communication debate
Harming nature mutilate Free-will commingled with fate
God loves to reciprocate.
Concept of the weightless state
Nothingness in figure eight
Inward – a quiet sedate
Thoughtful sounds of plucking trait
Unity and procreate
Eternal truths loving mate
There are two tests for both sides of this one mirror.
The tests are designed to show which side is clearer.
One test teaches the student to internalize;
while one is for the master to externalize.
The student asks: ”I need your help. What should I do?”
The student waited as his anxiety grew.
The teacher said: ”You have the answers. Why ask me?”
The student realizes that this is the key.
The eternal question has been: Which side is correct?
The path for each one is to unite and connect.
We believe we’re God, the One and the same.
We exist alone for this whirled-peas game.
We believe we’re God, like many others.
We’re not alone and at peace with brothers.
I believe I’m God, the One and the same.
I exist alone in this whirled-whore shame.
I believe I’m God. And there are others.
I’m not alone and at war with brothers.
You are the Vessel of my Light
Supplying Love by leaps and bound
You are my Keeper that won’t lie Forever Blocking out the Dark
I know our worlds will stop this sinning
Though I’ve cried for You my happy tears
And when my thought of Love is pending
My mind will always wish away Your fears
You are the Vessel of my Light
Supplying Love by leaps and bound
You are my Keeper that won’t lie Forever Blocking out the Dark
You must have been my One and Only!
Because You welcomed my ‘Thank You’!
And I know that You’re with me again!
My Love for You is like a dream come true!
You are the Vessel of my Light
Supplying Love by leaps and bound
You are my Keeper that won’t lie Forever Blocking out the Dark
I :
Woe to the fallen angel
whose hopes and dreams went to hell.
Lonely cries were never heard
from her dark corner occurred.
Pressure to bear was too much
on broken wings, pained to touch.
II:
Praise to the fallen angel
who bade her heartaches farewell.
One brave soul answered her call
and rode her to beg and crawl –
destined to be a succor
and always be the sucker.
III:
Welcome! Oh, fallen angel
into the fiery pit dwell.
Perish in eternal flame
where darkened souls writhe in shame.
Remember her painful seeds
where bloody salvation feeds.
Religion is an illusion:
The deceiver of grand delusion.
It’s mankind’s greatest confusion.
Within the box of beautified walls, masses congregate.
With great pomp and veiled circumstances, people celebrate:
Where heralded angels and saints assemble to jubilate.
I flushed you back to your watery ways.
Love is greater than whatever I paid.
I failed to continue. I was afraid.
Connection was compatible but a sad haze.
I could not express my truth. As I gaze
into the warmth of the sunshine, I prayed.
The event horizon has become my shade
against the darkness in the coming days.
Without your first contact of a fifth kind,
my thought of being alone has fled away.
I’d look up to the sky on any gray day
and found your reality in my mind.
My thoughts of you were never far behind.
Your pleasant dreams are where I will convey.
I won’t wake you up. I had to obey.
Our true love has been compliantly blind.
Where are my flowers you cold hearted cad?
It’s been over two weeks and now I’m mad.
My heart is broken and I’m feeling sad.
May I rest in peace and hope you are glad.
My flowers are missing or may be lost.
I dreamt of green flowers and white flake frost.
Please be aware it’s my heart that you cost.
May I rest in peace; my feelings were tossed.
Flowers you meant to send have not arrived.
Your poems for now is what made me thrived.
My unhappy heart has left me deprived.
I’m six feet under knowing I survived.
Oaths to fulfill: Please do not kill!
My hopes and dreams of fun time thrill;
Prayers of faith, belonging to none;
I promised to God ‘Thy’ will be done.
On earth is yours and heaven is mine.
Please help me out! Give me a sign.
To spread your seeds of love about,
And bring forth those with shreds of doubt.
You promised me and assured my trust.
Abandoned fear, betrayed to dust.
Test me not, beyond my soul.
Will you help fulfill my role?
I’ll smile
But only for awhile
Until I walk that extra mile
For you
Goodbye
Until we meet again
It’s not fair to let you go
Dammit!
Lamb sakes!
For Lamb’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding: give me a break!
For Lamb’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding: give me a break!
For Lamb’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding: give me LIBERTY!
Communicating
These thoughts are mine and take away your breath.
Gladness is for those who listen to my thoughts.
Godloves to discriminate.
Egg first then chicken debate
Fleece white snow or gray slate
Set her curves against his straight.
Religious dogmas and state
Childlike mind to old fart rate Nature and nurture create
God loves to recriminate.
Breaking the covenant’s crate
Anger, jealousy and hate Idol worship desecrate
Steal or kill in dire strait
So hard to find a good date
Trespass through the pearly gate
God loves to retaliate.
Matters by atomic weight
With hook, line, sinker and bait
False hope by ‘lying’ and wait
Communication debate
Harming nature mutilate Free-will commingled with fate
God loves to reciprocate.
Concept of the weightless state
Nothingness in figure eight
Inward – a quiet sedate
Thoughtful sounds of plucking trait
Unity and procreate
Eternal truths loving mate
There are two tests for both sides of this one mirror.
The tests are designed to show which side is clearer.
One test teaches the student to internalize;
while one is for the master to externalize.
The student asks: ”I need your help. What should I do?”
The student waited as his anxiety grew.
The teacher said: ”You have the answers. Why ask me?”
The student realizes that this is the key.
The eternal question has been: Which side is correct?
The path for each one is to unite and connect.
We believe we’re God, the One and the same.
We exist alone for this whirled-peas game.
We believe we’re God, like many others.
We’re not alone and at peace with brothers.
I believe I’m God, the One and the same.
I exist alone in this whirled-whore shame.
I believe I’m God. And there are others.
I’m not alone and at war with brothers.
You are the Vessel of my Light
Supplying Love by leaps and bound
You are my Keeper that won’t lie Forever Blocking out the Dark
I know our worlds will stop this sinning
Though I’ve cried for You my happy tears
And when my thought of Love is pending
My mind will always wish away Your fears
You are the Vessel of my Light
Supplying Love by leaps and bound
You are my Keeper that won’t lie Forever Blocking out the Dark
You must have been my One and Only!
Because You welcomed my ‘Thank You’!
And I know that You’re with me again!
My Love for You is like a dream come true!
You are the Vessel of my Light
Supplying Love by leaps and bound
You are my Keeper that won’t lie Forever Blocking out the Dark
I :
Woe to the fallen angel
whose hopes and dreams went to hell.
Lonely cries were never heard
from her dark corner occurred.
Pressure to bear was too much
on broken wings, pained to touch.
II:
Praise to the fallen angel
who bade her heartaches farewell.
One brave soul answered her call
and rode her to beg and crawl –
destined to be a succor
and always be the sucker.
III:
Welcome! Oh, fallen angel
into the fiery pit dwell.
Perish in eternal flame
where darkened souls writhe in shame.
Remember her painful seeds
where bloody salvation feeds.
Religion is an illusion:
The deceiver of grand delusion.
It’s mankind’s greatest confusion.
Within the box of beautified walls, masses congregate.
With great pomp and veiled circumstances, people celebrate:
Where heralded angels and saints assemble to jubilate.
I flushed you back to your watery ways.
Love is greater than whatever I paid.
I failed to continue. I was afraid.
Connection was compatible but a sad haze.
I could not express my truth. As I gaze
into the warmth of the sunshine, I prayed.
The event horizon has become my shade
against the darkness in the coming days.
Without your first contact of a fifth kind,
my thought of being alone has fled away.
I’d look up to the sky on any gray day
and found your reality in my mind.
My thoughts of you were never far behind.
Your pleasant dreams are where I will convey.
I won’t wake you up. I had to obey.
Our true love has been compliantly blind.
Where are my flowers you cold hearted cad?
It’s been over two weeks and now I’m mad.
My heart is broken and I’m feeling sad.
May I rest in peace and hope you are glad.
My flowers are missing or may be lost.
I dreamt of green flowers and white flake frost.
Please be aware it’s my heart that you cost.
May I rest in peace; my feelings were tossed.
Flowers you meant to send have not arrived.
Your poems for now is what made me thrived.
My unhappy heart has left me deprived.
I’m six feet under knowing I survived.
Oaths to fulfill: Please do not kill!
My hopes and dreams of fun time thrill;
Prayers of faith, belonging to none;
I promised to God ‘Thy’ will be done.
On earth is yours and heaven is mine.
Please help me out! Give me a sign.
To spread your seeds of love about,
And bring forth those with shreds of doubt.
You promised me and assured my trust.
Abandoned fear, betrayed to dust.
Test me not, beyond my soul.
Will you help fulfill my role?
I’ll smile
But only for awhile
Until I walk that extra mile
For you
Goodbye
Until we meet again
It’s not fair to let you go
Dammit!
Lamb sakes!
For Lamb’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding: give me a break!
For Lamb’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding: give me a break!
For Lamb’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding: give me LIBERTY!
Communicating
These thoughts are mine and take away your breath.
Gladness is for those who listen to my thoughts.
After only one day since the invitation from ‘MessiahMews’ to join, I couldn’t take it anymore and deleted my online account for meeting people. All I got was five views of my profile in 24 hours and two e-mails to view two photos of older men. The first photo was a dark-skinned South Asian Indian from yesterday. The second photo showed a topless white man from today. I should have saved those photos but was too disgusted. I cried.
I had it with dating, period. You don’t know what it is like ‘dating’ older men. They are either already involved with other people or on the verge of getting divorced with their wives. All they do is take advantage of me. I know. I met that Pete and pals who have been holding me hostage for the last eight years. And this is all because I am foolish, stupid and ignorant to believe he is my friend. There is nothing in this world that will fix whatever happened in the past. There is no going forward either. I tried.
I created that online profile and added all the juicy material that I thought would have been open and honest. I don’t trust anyone, period. It’s that cut and dry. Either you need to be sincere about have a serious relationship with me or you are out of my life forever. Betray me once, I could forgive. But betray twice, I could never go back. I’m having none of that crap. I thought I wanted to start all over again. I know now that I’m not interested in meeting other people. I lied.
Below is the sample profile:
FLYNN Says…
1. Dating: I want to meet someone special, probably someone older and taller than me. He could cook for I am good eater but not picky. If he knows how to sing and dance, that’s a plus. If he converses about anything, I’m all ears. Don’t expect me to talk because I’m too shy and quiet. Regurgitating intelligent words and stringing those words into long, coherent sentences is hard enough. 2. Friends: I don’t have any friends. So whoever wants to hang out with me is fine. I choose my friends and those that have the staying power to know I exist are fine by me, too. I don’t like friends that impress. I can smell insecurity up front. 3. Serious Relationship: I figured it’s time to find someone to grow old together. I see myself watching a nice sunset together in a couple of rocking chairs. 4. Networking: I already know how this area works. This means the buddy system helps each other in times of need, whether it is to head-hunt for jobs or support to get back on their feet
Music
Listening to music can be from ‘Classical to hard rock’; from ‘Easy listening to smooth jazz’; and from ‘Oldies to rave’. I was originally trained with classical music and learned rock music was better. Depending on the mood, I could listen to calmer music. But mostly loud music hurts my ears and I generally avoid those places where lots of people dance too close together and get drunk. I do dance well. Line dancing is an ice breaker for us single folks. It’s easy too. And if given a chance I would impress the crowd with my good singing voice via a karaoke machine. This means singing to instrumental music can be best achieved with some lyrics and basic melody. Popular music on the radio makes my day.
Movies
Going out to the movies is expensive and would do so occasionally with other people and probably initially during dates. Renting videos is also expensive and I learned to avoid getting charged ‘late fees’ by watching the clerk enter my returns in person. Cable programming would be a better alternative and is convenient at home. Access to food, water and the toilet is always available. Any slap stick comedy would really make me laugh out loud and pop a few veins in my brain. Horror flicks or violence are not necessary. I’m actually afraid of the dark cannot sleep without my night light turned on. Action and adventure is always fun and gets me excited. Science fiction and fantasy can include cartoon animated shows.
I don’t know if I have any ‘best features’. None of my facial features stand out as attractive. But I feel I pass as pretty enough, right. My body is average without too much fat bulging out and my health is good. I keep in shape 30 minutes a day by exercising to a pirated tape of Filipinos singing a medley to Neil Sedaka, Paul Anka, ABBA, and the Carpenters. All I need are a good pair of hiking shoes to get anywhere. Running hurts my knees. In private, I am humorous. In public, I’m patient. To most people, I appear aloof and approachable. But inside, I fear their closeness, which is fine by me and less drama in life I’d have to deal with from others. Overall, I make a good dog who won’t mind running errands, acting as a chauffer and pseudo-masseur.
What I’m Into
Blogging and ranting is what all I do well. Prior to my recent discovery of my ability to write well, I was pretty much keeping to myself and not talking much. Now I am empowered to share whatever I experience with ease. I tried photography but grew tired of that. Then I retire myself from playing the piano and guitar. Singing is done mostly during daily mass at my local church. So I’m basically reading online articles about politics, religion and other conspiracy related interests. I’m into the spiritual aspect of human conditions and nature and how the world exists with the good, bad and ugly. I’m always seeking answers to many questions from many teachers, near and far.
My Dreams
I dream of traveling the world and meeting people. Then again I’m a home girl at best and prefer the comfort of my foam mattress at home anytime. It’s my back that needs the most support. I dream of getting married but prefer living-in to find out how a relationship is headed. I dream about raising at least one of my own but fear about being too old.
My Day
All I do is sit around the whole day while enjoying the beautiful day of clear blue skies and cool breeze and listening to the parakeet birds chit chat all day. I eat and sometimes nap. Depending on my mood, I’d go shopping but lack fashion sense, keeping to practical and inexpensive items. Walking outdoors is nice as well as long driving to anywhere.
My Night
I sleep soundly and snore loudly. So if anyone is a light sleeper and is bothered by noise, be prepared for your own accommodations. I do dream in colors and keep a journal of the ones that I remember well. My beauty rest of at least seven hours should be sufficient, by the way.
