You can be a rockstar if you want to

- Tasjie, AKA yours truly

I just wanted to say that I DID IT!! I wrote (more than) 50,000 words in 30 days. That's an average of 1,667 words per day, although I never actually made that quota. In fact, in the last three days of the NaNoWriMo challenge, I wrote about 18,000 words just to finish on time. I just wanted to give a little insight on why and how I did the challenge this year.

The why part is simple, I guess. I just wanted to see if I could do it. I figured if I could write a 75,000 word book in six weeks (true story), then I could certainly write 50,000 in four. Plus, I already had a story in my head that I needed to get out. Don't worry, I didn't cheat because I didn't have any of it written down yet. I just had some characters, a general storyline, and some scenes in my head that I knew would be in it. So I figured, no big deal. Just write 1667 words a day, and you're golden.

Wrong. It does not work that way. I mean, when I started, I have a perfect beginning in my head. I got ahead of the game because I just had so much to start with. I was feeling good about it, and started taking little breathers that turned into breaks that turned into days where I couldn't or didn't write anything.

One of the things that helped me push through was my readers. I have had one faithful reader for a long time now (you know who you are, Gina), and have recently added another. And both of them are really helpful because they always end their response emails with "WRITE MORE RIGHT NOW."

A problem I had with my writing is that I start to lag in the middle. My beginnings always start out so great and fresh and I'm just so excited to have my characters. It's like the honeymoon period of writing. But then I'm like... "Where do I go now? How do I get to the beautiful ending I have in mind?" I also try really hard not to write out of order. I don't like doing it, because it can create continuity errors which are sometimes difficult to fix. This time, however, I had to break my own rule.

And that's how I made it to 50,000 words. I was running out of time, and I knew exactly what would happen in the end. So with wild abandon, I wrote the ending. And then I wrote the chapter before it, and the chapter before that. Then I went back and started writing forward again (instead of backwards). And the most amazing, crazy, and wonderful thing happened. I joined it all up! In those last three days, last 18,000 words, I wrote an ending and a middle that joined up. It was great.

And I'll be honest with you. The one other reason I made the goal was because I felt myself getting close, and I thought that if I got really close but didn't make it, I'd be super disappointed. So, neglecting my shower and writing while watching tv with the family, I pushed myself to the end. And now I'm a winner. Yay me!

You can look for my book when it comes out to a bookstore near you in the near future.

You can be you.

Just life your life

- T.I. feat. Rhihanna (with a special shout-out to O-Zone because you know it was your beat that made that song rock.)

Last night, I was feeling rather blah... like, discouraged and unsatisfied with my life. And so my fiance told me to read the bible. While I was reading, I came across these verses:

"Be very careful, then, how you live - not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity because the days are evil." [Ephesians 5:15-16]

For some reason, I had previously underlined the second half of this sentence. I quickly underlined the first part, because really they go together. It struck me as different than when I had previously read it, I guess. The first thing I thought about were those people that will tell you to just go for it, just do what you want to do, live how you want to live, "because you only get one life, baby, so you might as well."

This ideology always bothered me for some reason, but I was never really sure why. I mean, it should make sense, right? You only have one life to live, you should live it to the fullest. But there's something more to it. The fact is, it's not always wise to take all those risks, to "live the way I want." And that is why it boggles me that I didn't originally have that first part of the verse underlined.

Sometimes you have to ask yourself what you're really living for. Are you living for the never-ending party? Are you just waiting for the next big risk for you to take? Do you live recklessly because you figure a careful life would be dull and you know you won't get to re-live your life?

A better question is: are you ready to meet the end of your life?

The problem is necessarily that we go for what we want. The problem comes when we can't distinguish between a worthwhile endeavour and a fruitless one. Granted, sometimes it can be hard to tell sometimes. But usually not. Most people ignore the fact that they really are wasting time, because they want to waste their time that way. Hey, whatever you do is up to you, and I'm not going to stop you, okay?

The second verse tells us to make the "most of every opportunity." Now, if I may expand on this statement, I would like to. I don't think this literally means you need to take every single opportunity offered to you ever. That be the reason for the preceding verse, why you need to be able to discern between wise and unwise decisions.

The follow-up verse will help me out here. Verse 17 reads: "Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord's will is." So if I take all three verses together, I get the idea that we are to take every opportunity to do the Lord's will. Not just taking random opportunities. That would mean, for example, that every time I walk along the road I could take the opportunity to kill myself by walking right into a car. That would be foolish and not the Lord's will.

Unfortunately, every decision isn't as easy or intuitive as whether or not I should throw myself into traffic. If it were, the world would be in a far, far better place. So how does one get to that place where every decision, every move, every opportunity is easily decided upon? Pray for wisdom, I suppose. God doesn't hold back when you ask for it, and there's no reason He shouldn't grant you wisdom to deal with life.

So I guess that's what I've been thinking about. I want to live right, but I also don't want to hold back. Obviously there is a fine line somewhere and sometimes I have a hard time finding it. Sometimes, on the other hand, it's as clear as a car coming down the street. I hope Iget a lot more like that, but I doubt I actually will.

No tellin' where it'll take ya.

Silent night, holy night...

- Traditional Christmas carol

This post isn't really about Christmas, but I've started up my carol practising with my sister. We're planning on a Silent Night piano duet this year.... we've been practising for a while because neither of us are really great piano players. (She's better than me, but whatever, let's not get into it.)

Actually, I had a funny little anecdote about Halloween, and since it's Halloween, I thought I'd write it today. Also, I just want to say that I don't really do Halloween. I've never done it, I don't dress up, I've never gone out for candy, and I honestly don't really care. I think one time I was a "rockstar" because Gina told people I was... Plus, I wear a cool leather jacket.

Anyway, back to my story... But first a picture, to illustrate to you what the rosebush in our front our house looks like. The roses looks great in full bloom, but by October, it's pretty much survival of the fittest. A few are still blooming as you can see, but the rest of it is just all tall, straggly, thorny stems that are literally taller than I am.

So anyway, I wanted to plant some curly sue tulips this fall, hoping against all hope that they would actually bloom in the spring. But then there were these ugly, half-eaten hostas in the garden, so my mom was all like, "Dig up the hostas, and put your bulbs there."


So out I go to dig away at those icky, leafy plants (I've never liked hostas), but on this side of the garden, as you can see, there were some lethal rose bush stems in my way. In my way. I wanted to tie them back, and the only string I could find anywhere in the house was this neon pink stuff that I had to (very carefully) wrap around the stems and through the trelis behind it.

Needless to say, it wasn't pleasant. I really don't like sharp things. But as they say in Italy, "Non c'è roza senza spine."

Okay, so I dug up the stupid plants, but I didn't get enough time that day to actually plant my bulbs. But then it was rainy and too cold the next couple days, and I kinda just left that pink string there, so I wouldn't have to redo it when I was ready to plant things.

I finally did get around to planting the bulbs. And then my dad told me that he saw a group of little kids come right up to our house the other day. They kind of just stood there and stared at our "decorations" probably trying to figure out what exactly it was. (Oh, if only they knew...) In case you're wondering what this must have looked like through their eyes...

"What do you think it is?"
"Obviously someone being hanged."
"In neon pink?"
"A dead fashionista, probably."
"Creepy."

Add that to the creepy dead greenery, and you got yourselves some accidental Halloween decorations, sure to please and confound the common kindergartener.



Anyway... be safe out there kids. Some people are creeps. And some people are just lazy, and don't take the random string off their rosebushes or clean up their dead plants.

...

It did eventually all get clean up, in case you were wondering.


All is calm, all is bright.

Now you feel like number one, shining bright for everyone

- Number One (Ichigo's Theme), from "Bleach"

As you may have guessed it, today's blog will be about Tite Kubo's insanely epic anime "Bleach." I would like to start off with a WARNING: please do not watch this show unless you really have the time to invest in it. I watched like 200+ episodes on animefreaktv before making myself stop. Even though I've watched so much of it, this is in no way a review. It's really just my thoughts so far.

For one thing... wow. This show is great. I actually love it a lot. To be honest, I was really just going to watch a couple episodes, because I remember my fiancé mentioning it and I thought, "Yeah, maybe I'll see what it's like and I'll impress him with my knowledge of it, YAY!!" (There, the truth comes out. If he sees this, he'll probably think, "But now she likes Ichigo better than me!") The truth is that the more I watch anime, the more I come to love it. And really, there's so much to like about it, especially Bleach.

Writers like Tite Kubo write in such a way that you immediately become attached to the strong yet flawed protagonists because they are fascinating. I mean, really fascinating. Take Ichigo for example. He's a regular 15-year-old kid, with super-strong spirit power and the ability to detect other spiritual pressures. He gets excited too easily, and his strength sometimes seems to grow in direct proportion to his ego. He's the hero of the story because he's an ordinary guy with extraordinary powers.

Ichigo meets a soul reaper named Rukia, and from the beginning they have a sort of Elizabeth-Mr. Darcy relationship that goes on forever... and ever... and ever. But anyway, through a strange series of events, Rukia is forced to transfer her powers to Ichigo. Thus begins a totally ridiculous and absolutely wonderful adventure. Ichigo becomes a soul reaper and starts having these epic battles and get more and more powerful, and meets bigger and badder villains.

And the whole time, the only thing you want to know is whether or not Ichigo and Rukia will ever admit their love for each other.

Of course, he's fifteen and she's like over a thousand years old. But then... love knows know bound. Unfortunately, Bleach is a boy show, which means we'll probably never see them together. Ever. Although, there are currently 344 episodes. Maybe if I watch more, it'll happen. Yeah, that seems like a good reason to go back to my addiction :D

Not gonna happen...

Update October 26:

This show is about a bunch of manly men being the manliest they can be, conquering the biggest, baddest villains in the land through the use of their enormous egos and large... swords. If you ever want to know who's going to win a fight, you have to watch at least ten episodes (and maybe one filler stuck in there somewhere.)

Update #2 October 26:

And girls with boobs. (As opposed to the kind without...)

Update #3 October 26:

It has pretty good voice acting too. I actually really like the guy who does Ichigo. (In English, of course. I can't really tell what good voice acting is in Japanese...)

Living out your fantasy, the brightest star you've ever seen.