One more day until NaNoWriMo

National Novel Writing Mon begins on Saturday, November 1. This year the working title for my novel is Mark of the Blue Wolf. It is a fantasy and action adventure novel about a search for an artifact called the Wolf Stone. I have the premise and the synopsis written; however, I am not posting the premise at this time. The synopsis is posted on the National Novel Writing website under my novel.

My daily NaNoWriMo word count goal is 1,667. I plan to write every day except on Tuesday, November 4, when I will be working the general election polls in Nevada. I may attempt some writing after I get home around 7:30 or 8:00 pm if I am not too tired for my brain to write.

Tuesday Afternoon Thoughts on Writing

I decided to remain home today and attempt to catch up on a few things. I have caught up on a few things, but not everything.  It is impossible to catch up on everything I needed to, but I am catching up on the important stuff. I am also considering my schedule for November because I am participating in NaNoWriMo and I need to have time to write the novel I attempted to plan in October.

October planning
for National Novel Writing Month
I learn about myself

My Muse is Calling

My muse is calling,
shouting at me in my dreams
waking me
in the middle of the night
to write.

My muse is calling
as I sit waiting
for the light to change
from red to green
encouraging me to write
an ode to the traffic light.

My muse is calling
while I wait for the coffee to brew
encouraging me to write a few
stanzas to my coffeemaker.

Thankful Thursday: Writer's Gratitude List

birds sing in pine trees
feather clouds decorating
the afternoon sky

sun cast dark shadows
of palm frowns, pine trees, and pigeons
afternoon beauty

senryu and haiku
transform civilization
natural beauty

Thursday afternoon
the wind caresses pine limbs
gentle autumn breeze

Encircled by Inspiration the LG 21:9

Click on the video below to see a new viewing phenomenon inspired by inspired by LG's new 34-inch Curved IPS UltraWide  monitor. This viewing phenomenon was created by a group of artist that specialize in an array of multimedia. Click on the video to watch the fun.

Columbus Day

Columbus Day
the banks are closed
and I had nowhere else to go
so I remained home
to catch up on
housework and writing.

Columbus Day
lunch is pasta
with tomatoes
and other vegetables.

The Spirit of Okinawa: Be. Okinawa

In this episode, Josh, a beverage expert and mixologist, discovers the magic of Awamori. He is challenged to teach the rest of the group how to make the perfect cocktail  Click on the video below and watch Josh mix.

Success Saturday: I accomplished my word count goal

For seven days, from Saturday, October 4, to Friday, October 10, I accomplished my word count goal every day. I wrote over 2,000 words each day. This is a new record for me because normally I manage only three or four days out of seven. During this time I wrote one short story and seven installments to a serial called The Haunted House. I have two more installments left before the serial is complete.

It was a good week, I moved my printer and got it to working. I still have not gotten the bank statements printed off because I cannot access my bank account online. If I cannot access it by Monday then I will have to go to the bank and see if I can get some statements printed off there. This is another one I can blame on Murphy because I need those statements next week. Oh well, this is Saturday and I cannot do anything except pray about until Monday.

I have other things I can print off and then on Monday I will call or go up to the bank to see what is going on. Life is wonderful! Technology is wonderful when it works! I want my technology  to work when I need and important printout and the rest of the time it can do whatever it wants to.

Have Printer Will Print

I managed to get my printer working after I decided to move it from the old computer to the newer one. I haven't been able to print since I moved into this apartment in February, but I didn't know what caused the problem. I had an extra cord laying on the desk and didn't know what it was for. I didn't throw it away because I had a feeling I should keep it. I was right because the cord was supposed to connect the printer with the computer.

Someone else connected the computers when I moved and I simply assumed that the did it properly. I was wrong, the people who connect the computer did not connect the printer to the computer. It is a good thing I decided to move the printer because I doubt that I would have figured out the problem. Anyway now I have a working printer, which is a big help when I go to edit stories or poems. I prefer to edit hard copies rather then working with the document in a word processor.

On a Sleepy Monday Morning in October

That title sounds like the beginning of a poem or mystery story, but this morning it is just the title of this entry. I am sleepy. I know that if I log out and attempt to take a nap I will not be about to sleep, therefore, the only thing for me to either continue to write or do housework. I do not want to do any housework because I have rewrites to work on.I also have a flash fiction story to write for a blogging contest on writing.com.

On a sleepy Monday morning in October,
I focus on one thing at a time
the is no multitasking this morning
and no singing depression's song.

That is a good one stanza  poem. That is the third poem I wrote this morning, so I have gotten this sleepy Monday off to a good start. I do not know why I am sleepy, perhaps I need something to eat. Maybe a turkey sandwich or something else.

I will have to get up in a few minutes to walk around so that I do not fall asleep on my keyboard. I cannot give into a nap this morning because I have too much work to do to sit down and sleep. The birds singing outside my open front door are not sleepy. In fact they sound cheerful and wide awake. The birds are so cheerful and happy that they make me smile.

A Quiet Friday Afternoon: A Poem

On a quiet Friday afternoon,
I remember Oklahoma
and contemplate
the beauty of autumn.

On a quiet Friday afternoon,
I remember the cottonwood tree
in my Grandparents' front yard
and smile wonder
if it has any descendents
with their leaves turning yellow.

On a quiet Friday afternoon,
I wonder if the leave are changing
in Oklahoma
and falling to the ground
waiting for someone to rake them
into piles so children
can jump into them
and scatter them again.