The writing process…

6:00 PM: I love the ballet. I should write about the ballet. Got to check one off the bucket list which is pretty exciting. For me, anyway.

6:08 PM: *still staring at blank screen*

6:10 PM: I need to stop staring at this screen. Time to do some random creativity exercise and hope my brain stumbles over some inspiration.

6:32 PM: What my mind comes up with:

  • My mini crockpot really heats up leftovers well.
  • I can’t believe there was really, truly, nothing on TV tonight.
  • My nails are in desperate need of attention.
  • Why did I leave my SweeTarts all the way over there?

6:35 PM: When did I want this done by again?

6:40 PM: Maybe if I watch some ballet on YouTube I will suddenly be inspired.

6:41 PM: CUTE PUPPY VIDEOS FTW!

6:43 PM: So that’s how you solve <insert current video game conundrum here>. Well, I feel silly.

6:45 PM: Best macaroni and cheese recipe ever? Yes, please!

7:30 PM: Wait, what was I doing again?

What a snow day means to me…

Watching parents and children make impossibly small snowmen in the patch of grass outside my window.

The pre-storm shopping trip:

  • healthy veggies = check
  • dip to cover healthy veggies with = check
  • beer liters of diet soda = check
  • non-perishable food items in case the power goes out that you really hope you never have to actually open and eat = check
  • sushi = check
  • massively expensive items you don’t normally buy (of course I need lobster meat in a snowstorm! it’s protein!) = check
  • recovering from the shock of seeing some bread left = check

Long video game sessions.

A socially acceptable excuse to stay in your pj’s as much as possible and go nowhere near the outside.

Cheetos as a food group.

Yak Trax = no falling on butt in parking lot.

A chance to really clean the house.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA That thing I just said was so funny.

Time to do internet research on important topics like ‘where should I eat after I dig myself out the snow finally melts off my car?’

Avoid calling friends who now live in places where year round ‘snow’ is something that comes in a paper cone with fruit syrup all over it.

Bonus for Snow Day #3:

Contemplating how long it will take you to trudge to the nearest place that:

  1. is not your house
  2. has food product
  3. is not your house

Dear Humans,

If you were expecting an insightful post from the human that brings me kibble, I am afraid I have to inform you that she is suffering from a condition she refers to as ‘post holiday brain melt’. I refer to it as ‘lazy’. Despite my constant reminders from the moment she entered the door with a bag full of yarn and holiday sale items that will be completely lost and / or forgotten by next November, she immediately fired up the XBox, which means no post is likely tonight.

But fear not, I have taken time out of my busy schedule (four naps on the book today instead of the normal three) to log in and keep you up to date. Now I realize this post might be of a higher quality than you’re used to getting; I would ask you not to mention this to her when she finally decides to return.

I realize that the first thought on your mind is ‘what did His Imperial Highness get for Christmas?’ Here is the answer:

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A satisfactory toy, although the catnip seems a bit stale. A rattle or squeaker would have been better, but my human seems to have stopped buying those since optimal play time moved to 2:00-4:00 AM. There is a nice crinkle noise though.

Let’s see, what else. Well, a large amount of white powdery stuff fell all over the outside, leading my human to temporarily forget some words are considered impolite when she looked out the window. I watched several small humans run around in it for reasons I cannot possibly comprehend. I myself find the glare off of it disturbs nap #2.

What else, what else. Well, I found a new bed. It’s a strange one because the entrance is at the top, so you have to really get a good jump going to get in there. But the towels are nice and fresh and there are a lot of them, so you can really get good and settled.

I guess that’s all for now. I really need to get a meal in before my next snooze. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday, and perhaps I shall talk to you again.

Sincerely,

His Imperial Highness Oscar the First

I had a whole post planned (sort of) about Christmas traditions and how much I love them, but instead of coming up with coherent sentences I found myself just looking at pictures I’ve taken this season. I love this time of year and try to pack as much into the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas as humanly possible. It generally means I’m a little burnt out come January 2nd, but it’s totally worth it.

So without further ado, here are some of my favorite things so far in 2013:

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I never get tired of light displays. Even when it’s twenty degrees out.

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The design is done with floating apples. How cool is that?!

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I love historical homes, especially when they decorate with fake food for the holidays!

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This tree was my favorite in a display created by children. Candy apples and cookies… I’m sensing a theme here.

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My brain is on vacation…

Me: Time to write a blog post I think.

My Brain: You’re kidding, right?

Me: It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. People are going to think I gave up.

My Brain: …..

Me: Plus those posts during NaNoWriMo were… festive.

My Brain: You expected me to come up with 50,000 words in one month. You’re lucky those posts weren’t in Klingon.

Me: But NaNo is over, so back to the blog!

My Brain: You do realize those words had to be strung together right? In real sentences. That made sense.

Me: Yes I do. But now…

My Brain: ALL 50,000 OF THEM.

Me: But we’ve got some great strange foods to try and…

My Brain: I DO NOT CARE. AND I AM NOT LISTENING TO YOU. LALALALALALA.

I am coming back, I promise

NaNoWriMo & Your Writing: A Guide

soup              Manhattan clam chowder

won’t             will not

SUV               sport utility vehicle

enraged        the anger of a thousand fiery suns

$40               thirty nine dollars and sixty eight cents

blanket         warm afghan with lively squares in the colors of the rainbow

sandwich      bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich with a little bit of mayo

water             refreshingly cold water in a fancy filtering bottle

coffee            premium roasted, piping hot caffeinated beverage the color of ink

cousin           maternal uncle’s cousin twice removed