Being Rather Obvious

I left this as a sticky note on the desktop on my mom's laptop this afternoon. Subtle? I think not. Effective? We shall see.

BOOKS KELLI WANTS TO READ: OR, UNSUBTLE HINTS ABOUT FUTURE GIFT IDEAS.
Stealing Death by Janet Lee Carey
Chalice by Robin McKinley
Libyrinth by Pearl North
Hunger Games
Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
Graceling by Kristin Cashore
Ash by Malinda Lo
The Smile by Donna Jo Napoli
The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan
The Song of the Sparrow by Lisa Ann Sandell
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
Thirteenth Child
The Magician's Ward
Shadows Over Lyra
The Seven Towers by Patricia C. Wrede
The Water Mirror
The Stone Light
The Glass Word by Kai Meyer
Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception by Maggie Stiefvater
Pilliage by Obert Skye

Yes, I realize that it's 99% YA and mostly written by women. Those were the books that looked and sounded interesting during my shelf hunt at Borders the other day. Any suggestions for things I can add to the list?

A Certain Type of Inspiration

I'm sitting at my desk. All of the lights in my room are on, and the big paper lantern over my bed casts a softer glow than the overhead light. I can smell the Frosted Cranberry candle sitting near me, and it mixes with the scent of the Irish tea waiting for me to drink it. My Swell Season concert dvd is playing in the background, and Glen Hansard's strong, raspy voice makes me smile as he sings 'Say It To Me Now". My room is cold, so I've wrapped up in the maroon knit blanket that usually just sits on the end of my bed. My hands are poised over my keyboard, absorbing the warmth of the laptop. I sip from my tea, and it burns my tongue. As Glen starts to tell a story, I force myself to stop watching him and begin writing. I've created a (sort of) warm atmosphere, and as I concentrate on the Word document, I can feel my mind begin to form phrases, sentences, searching for words.

So I write.

Uh-oh.

NaNoWriMo is off to a...nope, wait...I haven't started. My plan was to work my 7-12 floorset shift tonight, come home, and then get down about 1700 words before crashing. However, due to some...well...um...

Anyway, at least 2/3 of the floorset crew was new, and we had to change every table in the store and a bunch of wall displays, so I just got home about 10 minutes ago. That's right, it's almost 4am, and I'm just getting home.

I'm going to spend all of tomorrow either sleeping or writing. Right now, I am just too damn tired to try and be creative.

It's official. I'm all signed up. Sam has agreed to be my writing buddy. If you don't hear anything from me the entire month of November, don't call the cops. I think I'm going to make a snack food/alcohol stock up run as soon as I get paid on Friday. Let the madness begin!!!

Also, I applied for a job tonight. Perfect timing, huh?

Decisions.

I'm trying to decide if I'm going to participate in the National Novel Writing Month, better known as NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write a short 50,000 word novel between November 1-30. That ends up being about 1600 words a day.

That's as much writing as some of my short stories. Per day. My longest story to date is about 5000 words. 5000. Not 50,000. Now, I realize the idea is not to produce a ready-to-print novel in 30 days, but it's still a lot of work. The idea is to kick your writer's brain into gear. Even if you're writing total crap, you're writing. I do like that idea, and it fits with what so many of my professors encouraged.

But the scale of this scares me. I write short. It's a conversation I had with my Capstone prof last spring. My stories tend to be much shorter than those of my peers. Sometimes it works for the story, sometimes it doesn't. Do I really have enough material for a whole novel, even a short one? I have one story idea that could potentially be expanded, but it's not even fleshed out enough for a short story yet. It would require much more plotting and character development than I currently have in my one page Word document designated for the idea.

I have two weeks. Stay tuned to find out what I choose. (For the record, I'm leaning towards participating.)

Passing the time my way.

It's time for a new blog.

I've been kicking the idea around in my head since the end of May, right after my college graduation. I figure that if I have a BA in Writing, I should probably be doing some...well...writing. I've been failing on that account, doing a lot more sitting around and watching movies. The job search is frustrating, and since it'll take at least a few months for me to produce some NY Times bestselling crime novel, I need to amuse myself and have a creative outlet. This is going to be it.

So stay tuned for my random thoughts, rants, ravings, and the occasional question to promote reader interaction.

And I'm not serious about the crime novel. At least I don't think so.