The ROW has come ’round at last, and a new round lies before us.
By “at last” I mean “almost two weeks ago.” The latest round began Oct 2, but it’s never too late to join. Actually, once the round is over, it’s too late to join. But there’s always the next round.
By ROW, I mean ROW80, the marvelous bloggy challenge that offers us a platform to create goals (writing and otherwise), a cheering section to keep us motivated (while you, in turn motivate your fellow ROWers) and accountability (since goals are publicly announced).
Also, there may be a very small chance that, upon failure to meet your goals, you will be set upon by zombie hounds…okay, okay, so that last part isn’t true…but, if it keeps you motivated, go with it.
First, the rules for sharing the Real Neat Blog Award:
Display the award logo on your blog.
Thank the folks who nominated you and provide links to their blogs.
Answer the seven questions asked by your nominator(s).
Nominate any number of other bloggers to share the award and give them some linky love.
Notify the nominated folk.
Ask your nominees seven questions of your own.
Next, Adam’s questions:
What is your favourite scene(s) from a book / movie / comic / any other media?
I could go on all day about favorite scenes, but I’ll pick just one: The scene in Stephen King’s The Gunslinger, where Roland must choose between letting his young friend Jake die or catching the Man in Black. Jake tells Roland “Go then, there are other worlds than these.” And Roland lets Jake fall to his death, a choice that will eat at his soul. Continue reading “That’s Just Neat”→
Yeah…okay…that title sounds a little off to me too.
As the year winds down and the holidays approach, I’m scrambling to wrap up my biggest goal for this year: finish my novel. The first draft anyway. As I’ve moved the deadline for this goal more than once, I feel especially compelled to make it happen this time. I’m taking inspiration from Ze Frank’s Invocation for Beginnings and harnessing my inner John McClane.
Let’s do this thing!
With that in mind, I’m putting this blog on hiatus until the new year.
While I’ll be hunkering down and getting the job done (yippee ki-yay), I won’t disappear entirely from the online world. I’m planning to catch up with all the fellow bloggers, peeps and tweeps I’ve had so little chance to connect with this year. I joined the blogosphere and social media for the awesome community and, as I’ve wrestled with balancing home, work-projects and getting to The End, I’ve missed hanging out with all you super folks.
And I. Will. Finish. This. Novel.
In the mean time, here are a few of my favorite posts to entertain you while I’m (mostly) away. Kind of like hold music…only, hopefully, much more interesting.
From time to time, I get the urge to do something new with my blog. The same thing manifests itself at home with an irresistable desire to rearrange the furniture. Fortunately for the blog (unlike moving furniture), the only heavy lifting involved is learning something new.
Conversations at home. Hollering at the kids. Coaxing the puppy out from under the bed. Phone calls. Work conversations. Email. Texting. Novel writing. Blog writing. Commenting on blogs. Twitter. Facebook. Email. Email. Email. Text. Text. Text. Phone call. Phone call. Phone call.
All of this technology affords us so many ways to talk to one another. In seconds, we can make a connection with almost anyone anywhere, meeting new people, renewing friendships, reaching out to family, and sharing ourselves with the world. It’s an amazing things.
Spam. No, not the kind you might serve with eggs, fried rice or ramen. We’re talking about email and blog spam.
Especially blog spam.
Those pesky automated comments from sites shilling their wares. Folks looking for a backlink without any real contribution to the topic at hand. The saccharine flattery for your genius layout and “certainly distinctive understanding” of the subject, though the subject is never defined in the comment and the same flattery appears for more than one post.
That kind of spam is likely to give you indigestion.
Okay, the other kind might give you indigestion too. But anyway…
1999. The year the artist formerly known as Prince asked that we party like.
That summer, chauffeur to soccer games, school dances and babysitting jobs, a familiar beat reverberated in this mother’s minivan. ‘Steal My Sunshine’, a one-hit wonder released by Toronto-based band, Len.
Last week, I was in the throes of the move (the last one for the next 20 years, at least, if I have anything to say about it) and bereft of Internet. Since I rarely bother to turn on the TV (unless it’s to watch Netflix or something from the DVR) and even more rarely bother to pick up a newspaper, I did not hear about the passing of the great Ray Bradbury until last Sunday.
I wonder what Mr. Bradbury would say about our reliance on the digital word. E-books. Blogs. Google News. Yahoo! News. Search engines. Chat boards. Wikipedia. Facebook. Twitter. Books can be burned at the digital word can be altered. While I delight in the digital, I wonder… Continue reading “Ray Bradbury Lives On”→