Friday, November 29, 2013

NaNo Countdown

I nearly forgot to blog for today. I did make it to Florida fine and I'm having a grand time. We leave on Sunday most likely. We were going to leave tomorrow, but they made arrangements for me to be able to do my NaNoWriMo! I wasn't feeling too good about finishing it when I realized that we would be spending two days driving in which we wouldn't have internet, because I hadn't been doing very good even before I left home because the internet wasn't working there either. So I was pretty resigned to the fact that I would just have to try again next year, but then everyone was like well that's really cool, we'll help you out. And so everyone has been making sure that I'll be able to do my writing and these last few days especially, I've been cramming like never before. But enjoying it as well =P
This whole month I've been changing my mindset probably every day or even hour thinking Finally I'm going to win! and then next, No I have no chance. But I'm so close that I can't give in now, Í feel so pressured to finish because I've been given tomorrow to write nearly all day. Today we went to the Everglades which took all day and has left me feeling behind, but I'm finding that once again, the less time I have, the more I get done. Five days ago I would have never believed you if you told me I was going to win NaNo. I wasn't even half way to my goal. But here I am, closer than I've ever been, and I'm confident that I'll finish, no matter if it means staying up all night. I took the time out of that because I love updating, and plus it's good not to have to be making things up, meaning I knew what I could write about and it's a nice warm up.
I'll be back to my normal, not so messy posts next week.
Back to my writing now.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Gah! I just saw that my auto publisher never posted last weeks. That makes me really sad =(
Well, here it is anyway:
meant for the 22.
The Clock Is Ticking
Once again, I'm finding myself in a time crunch. Tomorrow I have to be somewhere else literally every hour of the day and I'm leaving on Saturday to go to Florida! Bad time management on my part, but the internet also decided to turn off two days ago so now I have to go to the library for everything I need. No NaNoWriMo, no fixing this post before it's edited, no printing papers. I'm going to set this on a schedule, so by the time it's out, I'll be cruising along the highway, (well soon enough).

Yet I am so grateful. I'd much rather be bust than bored. It is so amazing that everything lined up perfectly for me tomorrow. That almost never happens where I can go to everything because they overlap. It's really cool. Anyhow, I'd better get back to packing, but I hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving. I'll be in Florida all next week. I'm hoping to be able to get some internet so I can post next Friday as well, but just so you know if I don't, that will be why.
Happy relaxing!
Psalm 95:2-3
2 Let us come to him with thanksgiving. Let us sing psalms of praise to him. 3 For the Lord is a great God, a great King above all gods.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Turning Over A New Leaf

There are two reactions I can think of that have to do with the coming of fall. Disgust or excitement. I would put myself in the first category. Unlike so many of my neighbors who get the pretty red leaves on their trees, ours just turn brown. Nothing pretty or awe inspiring, they simply look dead. The spiky skeleton of an empty tree is only depressing. To me it just means we're in for a long, windy, and dreary season. Everything dies and you know winter is on the way. And winter means cold--bitter cold. That's what I think of when I think about fall.

Coming back to this later, I saw how negative it sounded and how it kinda went against a lot of things I've been complaining about. I may despise fall, but I wish I didn't. I decided that it's like getting along with people. Sometimes you have to be the one to choose to be friendly. Lately I've been learning how a lot of things in life are like that; so many things could be made positive if only they were looked at in a different light. The only problem is choosing to think a different way because many don't like that idea. But it got me thinking...What is at least one thing I enjoy about fall? Well, there's always the colors...as long as I don't think about what the changing implies, there's no denying how beautiful a street full of fall trees looks. And then my birthday is a few days into fall too...that's always a plus to whatever season. I also like to wear jeans and sweaters, but usually it's too cold to wear those without extra layers. Beyond that, I wouldn't mind fast forwarding to spring.

Perhaps my main grudge is that I have to ride my bike everywhere in it. All through the winter last year when I went to Wheaton North, excepting about five days of unbearable cold in the negatives, I rode two miles in that mucky weather at 7:00 a.m. every day. It makes me miserable. I have to dress like an Eskimo or be freezing all over. I think I naturally lose heat quickly anyway because even indoors my feet and fingers are incessantly cold. Then there's always the issues to deal with from the temperature change when going into a heated building from the outdoors. Runny noses are annoying and give me the worst chapped lips. Then hats always flatten my hair and make it look uncombed. Yet I'm trying to give thanks anyway. Whining about weather is really low and hey, it gives the perfect awkward conversation filler.

This must be the most diverse, contradicting post I've ever done, at least I hope so. Someone taught me the concept of thinking of at least one thing you like about something you really don't enjoy at all. I suppose I showed how it realistically happens. How first you think of the one good thing but immediately drown it by thinking of all the bad things. I don't know, try it out sometime. It helps occasionally.

Kitty Korner
This is my darlings' fall schedule
-wake up
-eat breakfast
-morning adventure outside
-back inside and each retire to designated area for afternoon nap. 
-beg to go out (too late because it's dark out)
-dinner
-bed

Today I had a literal cat nap. I came home from the library, exhausted after spending hours on my homework. When I came inside I saw Fred and George cuddled up on the couch together, so I thought I'd join them. So I did. And it was the warmest, nicest fifteen minute nap I could ever have had and neither of them minded! I love walking in the front door and knowing where each of my cats are. To my right I know I'll see Fred on the feinting couch, straight ahead, George will be curled up in a blanket on the couch, and to my left I can be sure to see Lily sitting on the dining room table. I guess that's another good thing about fall; warm blankets and cuddles with kitties. They're soo adorable I almost can't stand it! One morning I found George sleeping in the washcloth drawer in the kitchen because we'd left it open. And then there's Lily who lays on my lap whenever it's empty, whether that be during school or while I'm reading. She's so small she needs all the extra heat she can get. As I write this she is laying on half of the keyboard on top of my left hand so I can barely reach some of the letters. So cute but it's a bit of a handicap.

Galatians 6:9
So let's not get tired of doing what is good. For in due season we shall reap a harvest of blessings if we don't give up.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Juggling; the Art of Multitasking

I was about an inch from insanity this past week. With school every day, music five times a week, and church youth group twice, it keeps me on my toes. And that's not even including eating, sleeping, homework, practice, and leisure time, oh no, those aren't important enough to make it on the list. I kept thinking how in the world can I get everything done while still keeping myself together? During these times I feel as if I'm faking my way through it all, pretending everything's completely fine. After getting past the shock of me being able to homeschool again, I am figuring out that it's not going to turn out any less work. Sure, there's less busy work, and yes, I can do things whenever I like, but I'm still on a schedule. A schedule that seems to be filling up even more than before. What with NaNoWriMo starting last week and me being back at Greenhouse, I just don't know how I'm going to keep up with everything. I think we all could use a lesson on juggling. By writing, sometimes I can figure it out and happily, I've compiled a list I think is actually helpful.

Anyone like my connection between juggling and multitasking? Actually it isn't my own, I think it's a pretty common expression. Anyways, I learned to juggle over the summer...sort of. I can only do a couple rotations without dropping the balls but it was a start and I got the feeling of it. I think there's something to be learned from the process of learning to juggle. Here is a rundown of the steps it took to get there and how we can apply it to life.

The first thing I learned when starting off, was that I needed to take it one step at a time. My juggling set included a paper with five instructions on it. If I had tried to start with the last step, I would have failed. In fact I'm sure I did try, because failure is sometimes a prerequisite before realising we need to start from the beginning. If we'll only start from step one, it will make the later ones easier instead of trying the hard over and over and getting frustrated. Sometimes it will take longer to get through the steps, sometimes it won't. What I found with juggling was that getting to the last step was easy, mastering it was not. Which leads me into the next point, making a schedule.

I must confess that this is the reason that prevented me from saying I can juggle. The fact that everything worth doing takes practice, and can't usually be learned in one day, or even a week, depending how hard the task is keeps many from finishing. Consistency is extremely helpful in this area. There are three other components involved in juggling. Timing/rhythm, focus, and rest. It takes focus to get the timing right, and rest to be able to focus. Often I find that the third is forgotten but it might even be the most important.

It's probably pretty obvious how this ties in, but I'll elaborate anyhow. First I want to change something around a little but. I think that perhaps it is wiser to make the schedule before taking one step at a time. Then you can set goals to achieve in a manageable manner because you know what the goal is. Finding rhythm might go along with that--pick a time that's good to be consistent and aim for it every time. Then you must focus, because if you don't, it wastes time and doesn't accomplish anything. If you can't focus, then that probably means you need a break. Even God took a rest after creating the world, on Sunday. It wouldn't be a bad idea to simply set everything aside for one day a week to rejuvenate. I don't know why we do it, but humans seem naturally convinced that if we stop for even a minute, the world will collapse because everything we do is of vital importance. Stop telling yourself you're so busy. I know that personally, the things I worry about aren't that important if I thought about it. It's nice to get things done but when it gets in the way it only ruins other things.

We can't make time, but we can find it. Strangely, the less time you have the more you get done. I'm fairly certain this is universally accepted. We put things off so often it's ridiculous. I have one piece of advice in this area. Use your waiting time wisely. I'm willing to bet that I spend half my time waiting. If that's true for you, then that is where you can get extra time. If you can't be actually doing it, you can at least be thinking about it, planning for it, wherever you're at. Unless you're having your rest time, thinking would be more useful than zoning out because otherwise the time was wasted.

Matthew 11:28-30
28 Then Jesus said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light."

Friday, November 1, 2013

Larger Than Life

I thought I'd celebrate November with a post on why I write. Because we all know what November means...National Novel Writing Month, whoo!

I first began writing in fifth grade. I don't mean just enjoying writing, though I certainly did, I mean it truly was my first time trying my hand at making up stories and writing them down. I added the writing them down part because I do believe I'd been creating stories long before that in my mind and with play-mobile, stuffed animals, and every other kids toy. Oh yes I remember those days when I didn't worry about forgetting ideas. Writing them down was and always will be the hardest part.

Something I came to realise was that my way of writing at that age wasn't common. The one comment the teacher made to my parents was that my stories were good, but that I never finished them. This I believe is a writers frame of mind. We're able to start something before it's completely formed in the mind. It was true, I would begin something, write a few chapters, then get bored and start something else. While I'd spend chapters getting into the character, everyone else wrote short stories because they needed the end to be in sight. They wrote little summaries of something they did with their friends and wouldn't dare make something up in a fantasy land. The difference was that I was not afraid to just start out with a character and follow them wherever they wanted to go. I know a big part of the ability to write stories beyond experiences lies in our imaginations. Having been homeschooled I had time to see and do so much more than these children which gave me a huge head start.

As I've gotten older, writing has become more meaningful to me than telling a story. It's my friend when I'm feeling sick at heart and it's my only outlet at times.To me writing isn't just about communication. It's deeper. With writing no one can pretend it means something different if you really put your heart into it. This is handy for me because my words and actions don't always match. I'll say one thing, act another, and mean something else. Written word gives me the opportunity to say exactly what I mean in a convincing way. To me it seems more serious. There's no face behind it to lighten the tone with a smile to make it unbelievable. No one doubts what it means because it's stated clearly. Words have always been rather harsh and delightfully plain to me. They don't have multiple meaning that you have to guess at like with people.

Another reason I write is because it helps me understand myself, sort out my thoughts, and organize my brain somewhat. I've always found written instructions more helpful than oral because I can refer back to them without fear of forgetting. It helps me realize my own values and gives words to describe them for others. It also makes things true. By recording it down on paper, it shows that it was important enough that it wasn't made up, to me at least. Often I won't understand how I feel about something until I write it down and see the words I've used because I've been taught to ignore feelings and live numbly apart from them. Writing makes me feel a part of it like wandering in a library among shelves of descriptions and taking some down to study and identify with.

Beyond writing for myself, I just finished a wonderful book on writing called "Bird by Bird" by Anne Lamott in which there was a chapter on writing gifts. Writing like you're doing it for someone else is so powerful. It allows you not only to figure out where you yourself are trying to go, but once you do, you can share it with others and help immensely because there will always be someone out there who's desperate to know if anyone is thinking similarly and could use help. I searched far and wide for something written by a child who'd gone through anything like me and found nothing. It's a great feeling to know that the pain of reliving experiences you'd rather forget caused by writing it down will help another in the end. I write mostly for myself, but when that fails, I can always get myself to write for others.

With NaNoWriMo going on and everything I still plan to post but I'll see how it goes (my name is Wink on the young program if you want to add me). I'm so excited! This is the first year I'll really be able to participate because I'm finally at home and I own a computer so I don't have to do it at the library. Encouragement and cheers to anyone else who has taken on the challenge; let the month begin!

I found this verse both comforting and fascinating that there was someone who lived so long ago that had a problem with speech  and describes it in such a way that I can directly relate to the feeling. Yet the Lord gave him other ways to communicate, one of which was a spokesperson. It makes my inability to speak well seem a little more like a gift than a curse.

Exodus 4:10
10 But Moses pleaded with the Lord, "O Lord, I'm not very good with words. I never have been, and I'm not now, even though you have spoken to me. I get tongue-tied, and my words get tangled."
11 Then the Lord asked Moses, "Who makes a person's mouth? Who decides whether people speak or do not speak, hear or do not hear, see or do not see? Is it not I, the Lord?