I forgot to upload my video here last week. Oops. There was one. It looked like this:
I’m also going to go ahead and upload my video for this week. I normally get them done on Sundays. Thursdays were just my bloggy days so I would upload it then. But since I messed that up last week, I’m just going to go ahead and do it now.
I hope this multi-video upload helps you procrastinate your much-neglected adulting responsibilities. For around 20 minutes anyway.
Husbando and I had a successful first week of NaNoWriMo. The week wasn’t without its struggles though. While Husbando is struggling with a few character motivations, I have been struggling with my own motivation for the story.
I love my characters and both critique groups seem excited about the story (which is great). I think, though, this might not be my future series. I can see this as merely a standalone (sub)urban dark fantasy.
I’ve been dabbling in bookbinding and papermaking as well. I love being crafty so this is a great way to incorporate my love of books into my crafty side as well.
Last week was rough. I was going through some personal stuff at the beginning of the week, which (I assumed) would set the tone for the rest of the week. But–as it turns out–I have a great support system. With Husbando, Teddy, and some close friends, I was able to salvage the week after all.
Doing a vlog is a weird thing. For the past few weeks, I was busy enough that I spend a chunk of the weekend editing my vlog instead of working on it a little each night. What I’ve realized is that I often forget a lot about what has happened at the beginning of the week. Even important things. For example, how awful the start of my week was.
Anyway, here’s last Sunday’s vlog!
Next Sunday’s vlog is going to be full of writing stuff since it is the week before NaNo 2021!
So I’m a boring human being and I do absolutely nothing all day, which is why it makes no sense why I’ve been dabbling in vlogging.
And yet, I find it therapeutic.
It’s like journaling. I get to record the things going on in my life for posterity. I also get to play in a new medium. As of right now, I’m still just using my “not so up-to-date” smartphone and the default video editor that came with Windows, so it’s not fancy.
I get over the frustration of older technology by telling myself that this is some sort of trial or that I’m “paying my dues” and will eventually level up. Then I can get a better camera (and not a smartphone that consistently tries to refocus, even though it was already focused) and a video editing program (and not one which offers me the use of 3D emojis, only to tell me that none of them are actually available to me. WHY OFFER IT THEN?!).
*clears my throat*
I like to think I’m getting better.
My friend and I have been trading vlogs each week. We’ve been playing with our formats and layouts, testing what types of vlogs we want to make. I’ve decided I like the format of weekly vlogs. Sometimes they all of the footage is themed. Most of the time, it is a log of the interesting things I happen upon each day. They always cover Sunday through Saturday, starting with errand day and ending with cozy critique days.
It’s been ten straight weeks of vlogs so far and I still like it, which is promising!
Here is my latest:
We’ll see how the content changes in November when NaNoWriMo starts. I may try my hand at a few “write with me” style videos.
Having lived through it, the past week feels hectic, but it probably doesn’t appear hectic from the outside. Here at The DeVore Business and Industrial Park, we’ve been slowly decorating our house in fall and Halloween décor. Since we probably won’t get trick-or-treaters again this year, we haven’t really decorated our front porch.
Last year, I was disappointed we couldn’t do the midnight write-in on October 31st, at our local diner. This year most of the restaurants in town are open again, but–for obvious reasons–they have cut back their hours. So no midnight write-in again this year. Having a virtual option is nice but it’s not the same. The turnout last year was lackluster and we were all pretty Zoom-fatigued at that point.
My project for this year has changed a few times already. I want to choose something I’ll be able to market. The first book in a series, hopefully. We shall see.
My indecision probably stems from my insecurities about publication. Part of me just wants to write what I want. Don’t write to market. Just write what I would want to read. The problem, however, is I really need to focus on my writing goals which–at this point–are twofold:
Write something which will make people laugh and make people smile.
Eventually make enough money from my writing, that Husbando doesn’t have to work… which will make him smile. LOL
These two things don’t have to be mutually exclusive. I should be able to write something that makes people smile and can make me money. However, my genre of choice would be “weird fiction” and that’s not super marketable. So I’m having to compromise on genre to meet these goals.
Luckily, I like writing in different genres. I just need to narrow my focus on the genre that would make me happy and hope that I write well enough to meet these two goals.
WE SHALL SEE
Why can’t writing be the hardest part about writing?
I love being able to watch a new show and feel inspired to write. Not necessarily inspired to write something similar to the show. Just something. Create something. When there’s a show that is so creative and so inspired and it forces me to go, “Why didn’t I think of that?!”
That is the best feeling.
This past week, I finished watching both Midnight Mass and Only Murders in the Building. I loved both and they both left me with that same feeling. If you feel like something incredibly atmospheric, thought-provoking, and dark, I highly suggest Midnight Mass. If you love true crime podcasts, watching things a little off-beat, and feel like you want to be a part of something bigger, I suggest Only Murders in the Building.
Only Murders in the Building made me feel pangs in my heart, I didn’t realize were there. I think the line I want to eventually speak (even now) is “It’s been the most alive I’ve felt in a decade.” I don’t want to sound morose. I’m complacent but not unhappy. I’m finding ways to try new things. I do feel alive. But I know that I will eventually fall into another rut. And I hope that I happen upon something that makes that line ring true for me too.
Aaaanyway, I hope you find something that makes you feel that inspired as well. So it’s back to the word mines for me. It’s a little early for Preptober, but I’m really excited for NaNoWriMo this year. I hope I can come up with something amazing.
I like routines. I like spontaneity. I like fingerless gloves. I like old dime store novels. I like–Oh wait, there was a point to this. Routines are something I need to establish in order to be more productive. Because in order to knock out a few of those bucket list items, I need to be able to produce results.
*smacks desk to show I mean business*
Remember a couple weeks ago when I said, “This is not a vow“? This isn’t one of those either. Instead, consider this a letter of intent… which sounds much more ominous than I planned. Each week, I want to:
Publish a blog post
Publish a vlog
Have takeout without feeling guilty
Spend an entire day reading books
Finish a short story
Adopt a dog
Maybe sometimes publish one of those short stories here on my website
Now, I won’t be able to do all of those things, but I’d love to do at least two of those each week. I’d love to publish either one vlog or one blog each week, for example.
This is when my Passion Planner Daily will come in handy. I’ve been spending the last quarter getting used to it and trying to find my own system.
Tomorrow is October. It is a glorious time where I don’t have to feel guilty about doing all things Halloween. It’s also the start of a new month, which means a new 30-Day Challenge. Now, I’ve been spending most of September thinking about what to do for October. In addition to it being Preptober (the month before National Novel Writing Month, which is dedicated to planning out your NaNoWriMo project), it will also be my month to:
“spend 30 days stepping away from toxic relationships”
Why not spend my favorite season surrounding myself with positivity and people who make me happy? Instead of being around people who make me feel bad about myself, due to some misplaced sense of (blind) loyalty?
I’ve been feeling a little lonely lately and I think it’s because I am waiting for and watching toxic friends instead of focusing on myself and on the other healthier friendships in my life.
I do want to note that while I’m stepping away from these relationships, I’m not cutting ties fully. From past experience, I know that each relationship has its boundaries. Sometimes, depending on those relationships, the boundaries change. I just need to find where the boundaries of these relationships are. That’s not usually difficult but, when those boundaries shift a significant amount, it can be much harder and take more of an emotional toll. So that’s where I am now.
Since I’ve already come to terms with this, I feel like October should be easy on me. This initial realization (which happened about mid-July) was heartbreaking. But such is life.
In addition to the 30-Day challenge, it’s a new quarter which means new quarterly goals! I’m currently finalizing those so more on that later.
TL;DR – October 30-Day Challenge is to shoo away toxic relationships. Routines are hard but I have my-
I have begun my transformation into my final form. It’s not quite as majestic as, say, Sailor Moon.
Believe me, I wish it was. The process has started, however. It began with the blazer. I wanted it to say, “I am a grown-up writer. Look at me! I have stuff to say!” But instead, it says, “I am a grow-up Filipina woman who may or may not be a stockbroker in the day. And at night, I just change from slacks to jeans to show you that I am one of the regular folk.”
Now, that doesn’t seem bad, does it? But with the addition of my new affinity for glasses chains, well. I am at Old Filipina Woman: Level One. I heard the level up noise in the distance.
I’m not going to lie, I love those chains. In my defense, they don’t have big gaudy beads and baubles on them. Right now, they’re just thin chains (yes, I have multiple), with a few minimalist beads or charms on them. And yes, I made them myself. My current fave is my autumn chain. Rose gold with four maple leaves of various autumnal colors: red, brown, yellow, and orange.
You may be wondering, “Gee, Joy. What exactly are the levels of old Filipina woman?” I’m glad you asked.
Level One: Attire screams ‘Business savvy.’ Stern demeanor? Maybe, but not necessary. Round cheeks and cherubic face? Yes.
Level Three: Attire screams ‘I own my business. Look at all of my gaudy bling.’ Stern demeanor? Yes. Round cheeks and cherubic face? Yes.
Level Four: Attire screams ‘I have passed down my business to my children. All of my outfits are coordinated in the colors of the Filipino flag.’ Stern demeanor? Yes. Round cheeks and cherubic face? Yes.
Level Five: Attire screams ‘I walk around the neighborhood each morning in yellow slickers and a matching rain hat or in a track suit.’ Stern demeanor? Not necessarily. Round cheeks and cherubic face? Yes, but wrinkled.
You’ll have to bear with me as I flood my website with blog posts. I have a lot of stories to share. After all, before this week, it had been a year since my previous post.
For example, there was that time that I accidentally bought single-ply toilet paper for the house and the bathroom experience was the most depressing thing for nearly an entire week, before I could no longer stand it. So now we have a whole bag full of single-ply toilet paper just sitting in the cabinet. Of course, I have since picked up the hobby of papermaking. The thought of using the single-ply to make paper, and then binding said paper into a guest book for the bathroom, had crossed my mind. But then we saw a bathroom guest book at Cost Plus World Market, and it was much prettier than anything I could have made. So here we are. With a bathroom full of single ply paper and a guest book for you to record your pooping experience in.
Then there was the time that I hired Fabio to work our dry bar and now he just spends all his time there. It’s like we can’t get rid of him. Not that we want to; he’s part of our family now.
Also, Cornelius Bones.
Yes, our family has grown quite a bit since I stopped posting regularly. But this post isn’t about any of those things. Those stories are for a different time.
The other night I was pondering my existence (as one does) and I was suddenly reminded of my bucket list. I hadn’t thought about that list in so long. Since then my goals and dreams have changed. So I started a new list from scratch. It has the typical “skydiving” entries but also:
Host a monthly poker night with friends
Cross country train trip with Husbando
Midnight picnic to look for UFOs
An entire section devoted to 30 Day challenges
Get my private investigator license
…just to name a few.
However, the portion I want to talk about today is the writing section. I have accomplished some of the things on the list already. I’ve done the spoken word poetry thing. I’ve published short stories in magazines. I’ve written and published an audio drama. There’s so much more I’d love to accomplish, though:
Compile and publish a book of short fiction
Publish novels in the weird fiction genre
Write a mystery
Write a book of personal essays
Write a book about creativity or writing (in hopes that it will inspire someone)
Write an over-the-top satirical trashy romance novel
Get published in The New Yorker
And that’s only a third of what’s on the list. I know I just have to work at it, one story at a time. There is one thing on the list. It’s far-fetched. Quite the pipe dream. But why not have a pipe dream?
Have a writing career which will pay for our lifestyle, so Husbando no longer has to work, and I can spend my time writing novels.
It’s been done before. Not by amateurs, but by people who know what they’re doing. People who hone their skills. People who live and breathe the written word. I want to be one of those. One of the chosen.
What about you? What are your writing goals? What sorts of things are on your bucket list? Would you like to purchase a basket full of single-ply toilet paper?