This weekend is our 2nd annual Writer’s Conference. Last year was such a hoot but it was only one day. With it being so successful funds were found to increase that to two days..
I will be volunteering again with the registration table. It should be loads of fun as writers descend upon the library to learn, talk and mingle with other like-minded people. It’s a free event, woot, all one had to do was register. But it helps knowing the coordinator for I was added immediately.
At my house my family will listen to me talk about writing in various forms and will for the most part try to not appear bored. This weekend they get a break from all of that.
The weekend kicks off tonight as I head to an open mic event at a local coffee shop. Nervous, excited and again nervous. But it should be good practice.
It is that lovely time of the year for NaNoWriMo 2014. I started doing NaNo in 2011 and since have won three straight years. I never really plan to do this month-long frenzy. I tend to decide the last week if I am going to do it.
This year is a bit different. The first six days of the month will be hectic with events where my writing is concern. Normally by day 15 I am done NaNo and I can breathe but this time around that won’t be the case.
I still have my three books I wrote for NaNo needing edits. In fact I am working on the one from 2013 which is entitled “Lost Faith” which is slowing me down. So I asked myself, “Do I really need to write another novel just so I can toss it on a stack of books that need to be edited?”
I’m not sure. The draw of NaNo once you do it is addicting. For me to attempt it and not win is not a thought that enters my brain, I do it to win. Plain and simple. What I did was list 50 topics for 50 possible chapters for a new book that I plan on writing when time permits. I will decide by Wednesday or Thursday if I will enter. Good luck to those who enter.
In October of 1999 we adopted a five-year old by the name of Jasper. We truly did not foresee how much he would infiltrate every aspect of our lives when he came home. His first owner, an Army soldier, either didn’t research her purchase in advance, didn’t have time to take care of one or just thought, “Oh, it be cool to have a parrot.” Just glad she gave him up so he could come home with us.
Here is Jasper T. Williams and he is 20 years old. We don’t know his birthday so we celebrate a day in October as Oh My Gosh It’s You Came Home To Your Forever Family We’re Never Letting You Go You Are Safe With Us We Love You day. LOL
And he is. No longer will he be stuck inside a cage, never getting out, and not able to stretch his wings. No more will he not be loved. No more will he spend his time alone.