December 3, 2012
Really, I am thankful for reading. It is such a great coping mechanism. It is my escape into another world where math is not mentioned and beautiful plot is woven like an intricate tapestry. I am thankful for it. And you know what? I am thankful to be able to share these feelings with others who know exactly how I feel, other fellow readers and writers just like you.
Stephanie D. Birch
PS - I think we should plot against math and tear it a new one using our own choice weapon: words. What do you think?
So my soccer team lost again, partially because they have no desire to chase the ball, and partly because they are highly unmotivated. They have no drive, because they've never actually scored a goal, except by accident in the first game. Wait-- that's not entirely true. One of them scored today, but it was on our own goal. So that doesn't really count. They need motivation, but they need to score so they'll be motivated. It's very chicken-eggy.
I use chocolate as a motivator for my writing. One chapter, one piece of Hershey's Special Dark. At this rate I may finish my book in record time, but my butt is going to get huge. Totally worth it though. I'm almost drowning in ideas for stories and short stories and novels and novellas. A lot of them are apocalyptic and post apocalyptic though. Maybe I should stop watching all the apocalypse stuff. There's just so much out there now. I think Avian flu is most likely, but everyone seems to really like the idea of a zombie apocalypse. The Marine and I argue about it a lot because he really thinks zombies could happen and I don't. It doesn't make sense, medically, as a disease. But I think he really wants to shoot some zombies, that's his real reason behind his argument. And they say men are so logical.
PS: On the subject of dreams-- I had a very nice dream about Damon Salvatore (not Ian Somerhalder, but actually Damon, he's my dude) and Chris Hemsworth in a ninja fight to the death for the honor of my hand. But then I fell in a vat of spaghetti and everyone who tried to rescue me turned into spaghetti. Probably not going to use it for a story though but at least I got to see Chris Hemsworth covered in pasta...
Your post today reminded me of something I saw once and found it to be fitting, at least for me. Honestly, I laughed more than the others around me when I saw it. They weren't writers. I think you have to be a part of the Writer Freaks Club in order to really appreciate the humor in it. Here it is: