Author: Lexeai
I travel from one realm to another.
Walking now with BTS ARMY. Who'd thunk?
Tea & Coffee #23
If we were meeting for drinks, I would tell you how much I need a hot one. It’s getting cold in these parts and I ain’t liking it one bit.
Give me the Summer and I’m a happy camper.
Work’s been a bear for some reason. Just been more tired lately. Hopefully not the winter sick coming on. I only get sick when the seasons change, so this cold snap might be what does it.
So near thru my first week of the experiment to do something creative every day. Couple bits to do better but I’m not pushing it this early. Just seeing how it goes.
This weekend is the Fan Fest here in town. It’s a Winter off shoot of our Comicon. So of course I’m working all weekend. And there was some great guests. Oh well, waiting for Summer and Comicon.
Had my first religious discourse with a fella who came up to me at the bus station wanting to testify. Not that it’s the first time one has come up to me, but the first one to ask who my god was and a discussion proceeded from there. Gave me an idea of how to explain my religion, but need to do some work to better express myself and to have more answers.
Not too much else happening. Oh, going to try again the reading challenge bombed out on this year. The one with 50 categories. And got some friends to try it out as well. Started a Fb group for it. Should be interesting. Another thing to keep track of in my planner. And on Good Reads, another new thing.
Drabble – Beach
The setting sun bathed the beach in a red light that could almost be felt.
The hue surrounded me, coloring my clothes and skin.
By a trick of the mind, the air seemed warmer. Not hot and suffocating, but a warmth that sunk into my bones.
I knew that soon the sun would slide beneath the horizon and this vision would be gone for another day.
I looked around, mourning my lack of talent in paints or picture. But not to share with others.
No, the record would be for those long hours that I was exiled from this world.
Recalibrating
So we shift gears a little.
Been looking for a better use to this beside just keeping track of my geek meetings.
New Plan.
Trial duration: 2 months.
I have about 2 hours in the morning I can play with if I actually get myself up to do. There is additional time on the bus going to and from work, but there tends to be a lot of bobbing for apples then.
So the plan is to do a different ongoing project each day, with two free days to play with.
This is in hopes of establishing a pattern of working, but have none of the projects feel like a drag.
Fan Fiction – Sunday
Free – Monday
Revenge (2015 NaNo)- Tuesday
Drabble – Wednesday
Free – Thursday
Fantasy/VMG (geek group)- Friday
Weekend Coffee Share – Saturday
The intent is to do these in the morning, then leave the nights for vegging (or falling asleep) in front of the TV or whatever comes up. Reading will most likely be done on the bus rides.
So that’s the experiment, starts on Tuesday. Here’s to the next two months.
And beyond?
Tea & Coffee #22 – Crash and Burn
As we meet, I am a little chagrined..
This year I lost NaNo for the first time in some years. I know there are still a few precious days left, put I have thrown in the towel.
I am not sure exactly what happened. I have a suspicion that my decision to blog it as I went had something to do with it. As well as my lack of clarity as to how faithful to the original I was going to be. And my work schedule didn’t help.Ironically, the Facebook page for my MC received more looks after I realized the lost cause.
But I have not let it be a total defeat. I added a chapter to a long neglected fanfic. And am looking to pay off some fanfic commitments. There is a hint that I will return to my NaNo for another go.
I am choosing not to let this take the wind out of my sails, but to force a rethinking. I am working small for a bit. With my schedule, it seems worth the try.
And I will be at it next year, as well as Camp most likely.
Sometimes you slam the door shut so hard, it makes the window pop open just a bit.
Drabble – Rain
As heavy as the rain was, we didn’t see it til the lightning struck. It was a ghostly sheet against the sky. Rain almost enough to fill the canyon below. All the more striking for the blue sky behind it. A turn in any other direction would show a clear sky. It was just in this one spot that the fury was located. I stood and watched the whole show and wondered. Wondered at all beyond my ability to control. To even guess at. The ability to just let go and accept.
Beauty in Motion
Sergei Polunin dancing to “Take Me to Church” by Hozier, Directed by David LaChapelle
Tea & Coffee #21
Ugh, been sliding on my NaNo.
‘Second verse, same as the first.’
(Five points if you know the song)
But it goes. Going to a write-in this week if it happens.
But I started up my drabbles again, so that’s something.
I don’t know, this week was kinda meh. Got stung by a bee for the first time ever. And found myself noting the spread of the venom just in case can use it in something.
And it’s starting to get cold for us. High one day was 67, then 70 the next. Though this weekend is supposed to be near 80 before going back down. Lows in 50s and 40s.
I’ve been wondering if I should pay for the blog upgrade next year. Seems like it might play merry hell with the links though.
Think I’ll leave you with some music today. Couple of cover tunes from actors from fave shows.
The first is Jensen Ackles, from Supernatural. Then George Blagden from Vikings.
Writing Advice Is Bullshit
Source: Writing Advice Is Bullshit
Drabble – Mission
The setting sun was at our backs when we first saw the valley.
We could just catch the sound of the waterfall. The wind was swirling around us but our eyes were fixed on the fire of the summit.
That was our goal and, if the stories be true, very possibly our tomb.
We stood there, taking in the moment. We would camp here tonight and make our careful way to the mountain.
It would be a slow process, given the terrain. But a required one. To maybe fulfill a wish.
So that maybe next year, there wouldn’t be sacrifices.
Desert Words 