National Novel Writing Month: Back On Track

Exactly one week ago, I joined who knows how many people all over the world in the insane challenge to write a 50, 000-word novel in thirty days. It is now exactly a week later, and, despite some gaffes, mishaps,, and me not being able to restrain my inner editor, I’m still growing strong.

Just as I predicted, I did do better today than I did yesterday, and got back to work on my manuscript after work and thus updated my word count twice today; I cranked out a total of 2420 words today, which puts me now at 18, 018 words altogether. So yes, I’m psyched, and excited to see what happens next.

See what happens when you get up, dust yourself off, and get back on the track?

National Novel Writing Month: One Week In

It’s been a full week of National Novel Writing Month, and, I admit, today wasn’t my best writing day: despite my best efforts, I only managed to crank out 778 words. But my overall word count on my NaNoWriMo website account dashboard is 15, 598 words (despite question marks over my word counts for this past Saturday and Sunday–I don’t remember how many words I actually wrote, then entered into my NaNoWriMo website account update function), so I’m still doing well–I’m five thousand words away from reaching 20, 000 words, and ten thousand words from being halfway through my novel. (That reminds me: I need to find, and bring out, my Bon Jovi CD, so I can play ‘Livin’ On a Prayer’ when I reach or surpass 25, 000 words.) But, because of today’s turnout, I’ve decided to extend my daily workday writing time by ten minutes, to give myself a better chance of getting to at least one thousand words a day.

OK, so I had a bad writing day today–well, bad compared to what I managed to accomplish within the last few days. I’ve just had to adjust my strategy to increase my chances of doing better for the rest of the month, and I know I’ll more than make up for today this weekend.

National Novel Writing Month: The First Four Days

It’s the first Saturday of National Novel Writing Month, and I’ve already noticed a pattern in the way I’m writing my novel: I’m more or less writing in a stream-of-consciousness way, though I have let my inner editor butt in every once in awhile–such as when I’ve rewritten sentences and paragraphs, as opposed to just limiting my inner editor’s work to just correcting typos.

But, despite all of that, I’ve managed to crank out over 11,000 words over the course of four days–and I’ve updated my word count twice today, after writing one complete chapter and starting another but not finishing that one. But given my progress so far, I’m excited to see how the rest of the month–and the rest of my book–plays out. At this juncture, I have no doubt I can keep up the momentum.

I’ve had a very first good four days of participating in National Novel Writing Month, and I’m determined to make sure the rest of the month goes at least just as well.

National Novel Writing Month: First Day Rush–and Blunders

As so many now know, today is the first day of National Novel Writing Month, also known as NaNoWriMo, and, for me, it’s like Christmas morning, when anything is possible.

Despite a mishap in setting up my document in Microsoft Word, I managed to get to 2, 482 words today, earning a badge on my NaNoWriMo website account dashboard–chiefly because I did some work on my book after work as well as early this morning. For the rest of the month, I’m going to try to limit work on my novel to mornings before I have to go to work as well as my days off–I don’t want to spend too much of my time after work writing my novel, especially seeing as I have other things to do.

But here it all is–I’ve finished the first chapter of my book, I’ve exceeded the prescribed daily word count for today, and I’m raring to go for tomorrow, whatever may happen–Word setup mishaps included.

‘Twas the Night Before National Novel Writing Month…

Happy Halloween, everyone. Also, it’s the night before National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.

I’m participating this year, and I am so excited–I can hardly wait to get started writing my entry for this year’s NaNoWriMo. I’ve been planning my entry since near the middle of January–I’m not nearly as prepared as I want to be (for example, the synopsis for the book isn’t finished–I started writing it this morning)–but I still can’t wait to get started, and I’ll just have to fill in whatever blanks there are as I write.

I’ve focused almost completely on my National Novel Writing Month entry this year, so almost everything else–my cookbook challenge in particular–fell by the wayside (the cookbook challenge fell by the wayside also because of my cash-flow situation and I let laziness get the better of me); if my cash flow allows, I may cook some dishes from at least one of my cookbooks during November when I’m taking a break from writing my book or some free time. It feels like Christmas Eve to me, and the possibilities are endless.

I’ll give occasional updates on my participation in National Novel Writing Month 2023 here, and my impressions of my experience thereof–and if I do end up cooking recipes from one of my cookbooks, I’ll be sure to write about it here as well as posting photos on my Instagram account.

Here’s to my succeeding in National Novel Writing Month, and, once again, Happy Halloween.

Mixed Emotions About Barbie (Not Just the Movie)

During Labour Day weekend this year, I bit the bullet and saw the movie Barbie at a local movie theatre–mostly because I saw a couple of videos on the Internet responding to right-wing pundits talking trash about the movie and how they interpreted what it said about Ken, men, masculinity, and ‘women running the world and subjugating men,’ and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Like the vast majority of women in the northwestern hemisphere, I grew up with Barbie: I had Barbie dolls and other paraphernalia when I was a child (I got rid of them while I was still in elementary school, along with –regrettably in some cases–some other toys), and I was just surrounded by anything and everything Barbie–try as I might have (and did from time to time), I just couldn’t get away from it. Then as now, Barbie was ubiquitous. But the fact is, for better or worse, Barbie is an icon of not just popular culture, but culture in general.

I won’t give away any plot points (as I have when giving my impressions on other movies I’ve seen), but I will say that, if any right-wing pundits on the Internet have seen Barbie, they’ve half-understood it. I will also say that the movie reflects the real-life–and very real–disconnect between the real world and the world that Mattel, through the Barbie brand, sells to girls. To give you an idea of what I mean: the first Barbie jingle I ever heard was, ‘We girls can do anything–right, Barbie?’–and Barbie dolls have been made to represent a lot of careers, and thus career choices for girls; however, Mattel has had two female chief executive officers throughout its history, and–if the movie is to be believed–the people at the table at the very top of Mattel’s corporate chain are men; also, let’s not ignore the fact that men still occupy most positions of power in politics and the business and corporate worlds and beyond, and most women who do succeed in those worlds do so by playing by rules made by–drumroll, please–men.

I think Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumbach did quite well with the constraints they were under (Mattel and Warner Brothers signed off on the film), but no doubt the aforementioned companies think Barbie makes for excellent PR, especially when you consider that the men in the in-universe boardroom are portrayed as buffoons and the human Ken dolls subscribe to a cartoonish version of patriarchy after Ryan Gosling‘s Ken learns about it in the real world after stowing away in Margot Robbie‘s Barbie’s car to accompany her there. (OK–I realize I just gave away a plot point in this particular movie.)

At the end of the day, Mattel and Warner Brothers are businesses–corporations at that–and their chief raison d’etre is to make money, Barbie–the dolls, the movie, the paraphernalia, the tie-ins, and other sundry items–is merely a brand, a collection of products to be bought and sold, and all of the pronouncements of what Barbie is supposed to offer and represent to girls are to get people to buy said products. That said, Barbie the movie is an enjoyable bit of summer fluff with a storyline that was actually compelling.

Representative Lauren Boebert and the Latest Conservative Renaissance

More than three weeks ago, news outlets announced United States Congress Representative Lauren Boebert (R-Colorado) announced, at a CPAC event, that her seventeen-year-old son and his girlfriend are going to be parents in April, making her a grandmother at thirty-six years old, then she praised the teen birth rate in rural areas of the United States, stating people in those areas “value life” (notwithstanding it’s difficult for women and girls in those areas to get adequate reproductive healthcare). Representative Boebert is against abortion and comprehensive sex education, even in taxpayer-funded public schools, though studies demonstrate comprehensive sex education is effective and necessary, whereas abstinence-only education is counterproductive–and reinforces rape culture..

Ignoring, for now, that Representative Boebert violated her son’s and his girlfriend’s privacy for cheap political point-scoring, here’s at least a couple of examples–real-world–of what’s wrong with trying to force your worldview on the rest of society.

Savita Halappanavar was a thirty-one-year-old married woman with a career (she was a dentist) who was excited to be a first-time mother–before she started experiencing health complications caused by her pregnancy. Her daughter, Prasa, was stillborn, and she herself died, because of a mismanaged miscarriage and–because she lived in Ireland–was denied an abortion when she requested it, being told that she couldn’t abort her pregnancy because Ireland “is a Catholic country.” Both woman and fetus died in this situation, so what have the anti-abortion movement and abortion bans gained?

Becky Bell died at age seventeen because of complications caused by a septic abortion, which she obtained illegally because of parental-consent laws in her native state of Indiana–I’m guessing she didn’t want her parents to know she was pregnant because she was afraid of how they would react (very typical of so many girls in similar situations). For years afterwards, her parents have decried, and campaigned against, parental-consent laws.

There are other Savita Halappanavars and Becky Bells and everyone in between in the world, including the United States.

It’s not fair to force people to take care of others–especially those who never asked to be here–if they can’t even take care of themselves. And given how much of a shit Western society at large actually gives about people and their kids–especially those who are struggling–demanding people become parents before they’re in any way, shape, or form ready for it is the height of irresponsibility. As the late George Carlin once put it, “Pre-born, you’re fine. Pre-school, you’re fucked.” So, once again, we see the true aim of the anti-abortion movement and abortion bans–to punish people, especially women, for daring to exercise autonomy over their own bodies. The thing is, there’s always been abortion, and there always will be. It just goes underground whenever and wherever it’s illegal, and, since most of those abortions occur in unsanitary conditions, women who have them die.

But Representative Boebert and the anti-abortion movement are only part of a larger attempt to turn the clock back to a time in which everyone–especially those who are not wealthy, white, able-bodied, cis heterosexual men–knew their place and those in power experienced no consequences for abusing their positions and the power that came with those positions, which just goes to prove that, for people who hold conservative views, freedom is a zero-sum game–in short, when you’re accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression.

M3GAN: Some Impressions

For the first time in seemingly eons–and probably against my better judgment–I went to the theatre, and for the sole purpose of seeing the film M3GAN, which, to me, is a cross between the 2019 Child’s Play reboot and Frankenstein, with robotics and artificial intelligence. And, much like my post on Child’s Play, there is some social commentary.

Spoilers ahead

I won’t talk too much about the storyline or the plot of the movie, but I want to comment on some scenes. Gemma, who works for a toy company, is working on the prototype for M3GAN (Model 3 Generative Android) while working on a toy her boss, David, told her to work on. David sees the android under construction in Gemma’s workshop at the company headquarters; Gemma and her team demonstrate what the android can do, but it malfunctions, resulting in David telling Gemma to put it on the shelf and work on the project he assigned her.

Meanwhile, Gemma’s sister and her husband die in a car crash, and Gemma is stuck taking care of their daughter, Cady. After seeing Cady interact with Bruce, Gemma’s previous robotics project, Gemma is inspired to finish M3GAN. She introduces M3GAN and Cady, and Cady is immediately taken with the android. Gemma and her team show M3GAN–this time interacting with Cady–and David, though skeptical at first, is so impressed he wants Gemma to show M3GAN to investors and other higher-ups. All the while, Cady continues to interact with M3GAN, who demonstrates more and more human qualities, while essentially acting as a substitute parent as well as friend for Cady.

But it isn’t long before M3GAN shows her dark side. You see, Gemma has a next-door neighbour, Celia, who she isn’t too fond of, who has a dog, Dewey, who keeps crawling through a hole in the fence between their yards and getting into Gemma’s yard. Well, one night, after he injures Cady, Dewey disappears, and a cop shows up on Gemma’s front stoop asking her about Dewey’s whereabouts. Later, when Cady attends an alternative school–bringing M3GAN with her–she is bullied by a boy named Brandon (whose mother is clearly in denial about what he’s really like), and M3GAN arrives on the scene to save Cady and dispose of Brandon–though a motorized vehicle makes it look like he died by accident. It is after Brandon’s death that Gemma realizes there is something wrong with M3GAN, and takes her back to her workshop to try and fix her–especially seeing as M3GAN’s launch is that night, as per David. But M3GAN goes haywire, and goes on a killing spree before returning to Gemma’s home and fighting with Gemma and Cady, and, Gemma realizes she has to destroy her own creation.

The first thought that entered my head as I watched this film was the question of what would have happened if Gemma had listened to David and put M3GAN aside. Now I’m wondering if Gemma had given herself and her team enough time to work out all the kinks in M3GAN before allowing David and the investors to put her on the market–as well as if there’s any such thing as ‘more human than human.’ Also, I wonder if it’s possible for manmade mechanical objects to deliberately take on lives of their own. I’m no scientist or robotics expert, but these questions enter my head whenever I take in stories like M3GAN. From where I’m sitting now, M3GAN is yet another cautionary tale about over-dependence on technology, and–much like the Child’s Play reboot–a commentary on how technology and artificial intelligence are double-edged swords.

All of that said, M3GAN was an enjoyable film, and worth every nickel I spent to see it–and in the theatre.

Another Chance to Make Good

Another year, another chance for me to make good on everything and to realize my heretofore unrealized potential–even as I indulge in bad habits at the same time as I try to start good ones. I feel I’m already off to a good start: I’ve started revising a novel I’m currently working on, and did some house cleaning. I was going to post a video to my vlog, but realized just as I was about to do so that the batteries in my camera were running low, and I don’t have any more. The best-laid plans…

I’m also undertaking a cookbook challenge this year, but, because I didn’t research any of the recipes I want to work on, it will be like diving head-first into a body of water for me, in terms of buying ingredients as well as finding recipes and cooking. But I won’t make excuses for not following through on this, but rather, I’ll find a way to make it work under the circumstances.

So far, I’m doing better than last year in terms of having prepared for this year–not much, but I still feel good about what I’ve done. One thing I realize I need to work on is not beating myself up whenever I mess anything up.

Granted, I don’t have everything I need right now to accomplish everything I want to accomplish, but the year has just started, so I’m not too worried. Everything will fall into place as the year progresses–I’ll make damn sure of that.

Here’s to the start of a new year, and another chance to make good.

New Year, New Book, New Page

I realize it’s been just under a year since my last post; I could make a bunch of excuses for my dormancy, but the truth is I’ve just been lazy. This year, I plan on curing my laziness–I have a lot of plans for what I want to do this year, and I’m making what I hope are proper plans for how I hope to achieve what I want to.

I’ve always known that aspects of my life needed to change, but, over the last year or so, I’ve come to realize what I have to do to change them. I also need to find ways to keep myself motivated to stay the course. I’ve declared a moratorium on impulsivity, and I intend to make out a roadmap for my life, so I can take it where I want it to go. In other words, for the next little while, I’m developing tunnel vision.

I’m slowly but surely trying to shed old habits and develop new ones; some of the new habits will be a long time coming, but I’ll get there.