The Shooting in Connecticut...



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I haven’t written a thing about the tragic events of the shooting in Connecticut because I haven’t known what to write or what to say. I have felt numb and helpless. I don’t know what to think about this terrible event little own write about it.

I have thought about it and thought about the lives of those still here and how it will affect them forever. How it will make some people act now and into the future and how some people will become completely different to whom they otherwise would have been and how it will reshape lives.

I’ve tried to look with positive hope for the future but I’ve been angry and hurt about the harm and sadness the shooting created not only for the individuals directly affected but the many more around the world that have had their hurts reopened as raw and devastating as the day they happened previously.

Silence can be powerful but in our world of internet and everything instant it doesn’t send out much of a message if we all remain quiet. It could be powerful if everyone was to be silent together but as you may have noticed not many are keeping quiet about it except maybe a few people in power that should be making a stand and doing something. I don’t envy anyone in the position of making policy. What can be done? How do you go about putting in place policies to prevent these type of actions?

I know nothing can be done to bring those children and their futures back and I don’t know what is the best action for people to take to help stop things like this happening again.

This is such a tough thing to deal with on so many levels.

Writing a blog post was the only way I felt I could say something when I really didn’t have anything worthwhile or helpful to say and I cannot seem to mouth the words out loud because they are far too hard to express in any meaningful way.

Even writing about this tragic event is hard and I feel no words would ever be enough to express the sincere and extreme regret and sadness I feel for the children, the teachers, their families and everyone who has been affected by this horrific incident.

My words seem cold and useless but still they are out there now and they are heartfelt. 

My deepest sympathy I give to anyone who has been affected by these horrific and senseless deaths. 

 My hope is for a future full of joy and sharing.




Zak - finding it hard to express emotions.

 

Issue Two ~ Out Now ~ The Boy Without A Face...

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Issue Two ~ Out Now!


The Boy Without A Face





Feel free to read along, make comments, good, bad or ugly on the story and/or the editing. 

Life's about learning!




Zak - Excited to be involved in a writing project with a fellow writer.





The Boy Without A Face written by Skip Miller & edited by Leanne Johnston

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Skip Miller Word Warrior, an online buddy of mine, is writing a story called, 

The Boy Without A Face


We are working on this together.  Skip writes the story and I do the editing. 

We decided to do this as a joint project to help other writers learn as we progress through the story. The intention is to post segments weekly.

Let's hope you enjoy the ride.


Feel free to read along, make comments, good, bad or ugly on the story and/or the editing. 

Life's about learning.



Zak - Excited to be involved in a writing project with a fellow writer.




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NaNoWriMo Over For Another Year ~ Words From A NaNoWriMo Dropout...

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I like failure, it makes me feel human.

Only 13 102 words on my official NaNoWriMo word count this year. I think that might have been my worst effort ever on NaNoWriMo.

I struggled to juggle my away from home job, my at home job, my professional writing and editing course, various other interests (writing groups, volunteer work, etc) and sadly NaNoWriMo.

It's not all tears and beers though. I don't drink beer anyway it makes fall down. I seem to get the beer that has the faulty alcohol in it so I don't even try drinking beer anymore.

This year NaNoWriMo taught me it's okay to fail. 
It's okay to try and fail. 
It's okay to try, give up, and still fail.

The thing is, I enjoyed the process of trying to write 50 000 words in one month. I came up with some cool ideas for future works in my article writing, short stories and I wrote a small fun book entitled:

     "101 Ways To Call In Sick For Work... or 101 Reasons Why I Cant Come To Work Today or some title like that... 

Funny but the only time I dream of calling in sick is in November - go figure.

 
I've never been able to fake a "sickie" ever. My guilty conscience would eat me alive. This short book was inspired by actual people making phone calls mostly on Mondays and Fridays (go figure that too). I can't believe some of the things people take "sickies" for.

My favorite was "I can't come to work. I've fallen over and broken my face". Seriously, this actually happened and although it sounded like some made up excuse it actually was for real. The poor girl had to get stitches, microsurgery and everything on her lip.

SO there you go, NaNoWriMo over for one more year and I'm a NaNoWriMo Dropout, at least for this year anyway. 

Next year I'm gunna nail it...



Zak - Contemplating Navel.








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Day 18 ~ NaNoWriMo ~ Not much writing getting done...

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This years NaNoWriMo is (so far) turning out to be a bit of a fizzer for due to my workload (eg. being called into work on my supposed days off).

So far I've worked nine days in a row with one day off but I had to catch up on the farm (harvesting purple stripe garlic - yum!) so really my day off was work too. 

When I finally I get to my computer I'm so drained I can't be bothered even reading so guess what happens?

Yep, nothing.

However, I had a few minutes before work today and I figured I'd just have to try. NaNoWriMo tends to make you a bit obsessive compulsive as the days go on and I tend to have a great surge of verbal-diarrhoea towards the end (as a normal rule) but I was hoping to avoid that this year... ahem.

SO, I bring out my trusty old methods of squeezing words from my brain when my brain no longer contains any.

Here's my "I've got nothing" method of squeezing. BTW I also know how to cure constipation.

Write a quick paragraph (or whatever else comes) incorporating these five words:

      Pain, friendship, shadow, money, parachute.

It's amazing how a few random words can give you the afflatus you need to keep going. From these few words I was able to eke out over 400 words this morning!

Happy NaNo-ing!


Zak - Overriding exhaustion and trying to remain somewhat sane
 

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Day 14 ~ NaNoWriMo ~ Week Two ~ Bomb out time, Seth to the Rescue...

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The past few days I've been working at my away from home job caring for people in aged care. I love my job but it definitely leaves no time or energy for NaNoWriMo.

I was happy to come across this email from Seth Godin this morning which gave me a little inspiration. I think it's one of his best comments this year.

Here it is and go visit Seth at his blog. You'll be glad you did



Effortless 

When John Coltrane plays the melody early in the track Harmonique, you can hear some of the notes crack.

Of course, Coltrane was completely capable of playing these notes correctly. And yet he didn't. 

It's this effort and humanity that touches us about his solo, not just the melody.

Sometimes, "never let them see you sweat," is truly bad advice. The work of an individual who cares often exposes the grit and determination and effort that it takes to be present.

Perfecting your talk, refining your essay and polishing your service until all elements of you disappear might be obvious tactics, but they remove the thing we were looking for: you.


Thank you, Seth!






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Day 12 ~ NaNoWriMo: Excuses Excuses and Frank No Pants......

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NaNoWriMo Update


Hello Numnuts!!!



Start that again... ahem. "Frank, wrack off!"

Frank No Pants just tried to nudge his way onto my blog and tried to push me out of the way ~ "How rude!"

Anyway, I managed to type 500 words for NaNoWriMo this morning and feel pretty good after absolutely no words yesterday and avoiding-a-blog-post-to-boot.

I came to an upsetting conclusion today, that I am indeed related to Frank No Pants! In case you haven't heard of Frank he's related to Zak by a cousin-blood-relationship-imagination-type-thingy. 

You can choose your friends but relatives I guess you just plain get stuck with!

Well, the reason I write this is because Frank No Pants has been winning competitions and I thought how rude. 

Franks only been writing for five minutes and already he's known on Facebook as a "Public Figure" and has his own blog, The Semi-Qualified Proctologist apparently taking the bigger questions in life adding more question-marks in inappropriate places and fair-dinkum-no-bs he's simply an idiot who knows nothing about nothing being advised by idiots who know everything, or so his blog says (and I sincerely believe). 

Next he'll be drawing a salary and avoiding the IRS. Hmph! And to think that Zak has done some editing for him! And Zak only has a couple of random non-fiction works published. Oh the shame of it all...

Enough of my ramblings. I need to go practice my writing. If Frank No Pants can do it, anyone can!


Zak - Going off to lick his NaNo-Mortal and Immortal wounds.



Day 9 ~ NaNoWriMo ~ With Help From Holly Lisles...

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Day 9 ~ NaNoWriMo ~ Today earning a crust is definitely going to interfere with my word count total. 


THAT'S NO EXCUSE FOR NOT WRITING...



I read an email from Holly Lisle's this morning and I think part of this email is worth passing with a slightly different twist (for Nano purposes).


Basically Holly was promoting her new series of lessons (boot camp) on thinking sideways which seems quite an affordable set of courses (brought as one or as a series-set). It looks like a fun program with lots to be gained but what I also got from her email was that she sits down every day with her timer and her computer, and writes in ten-minute intervals until she completes a first draft.    

The really great part was that she can create around 300 words in ten minutes, in ten minute intervals with breaks every half hour roughly all from two hours work! Yes that's a stretch but it's do-able. 

That's 3600 words a day using just two hours in total. For NaNoWriMo we would need less than half that total (eg one hour) to write 1800 words. We only need 1,667 per day. 

Wouldn't that be a real help?

And doing 10 minutes here and there would still be helpful. How many of us waste ten minutes here and there throughout the day. Grab a notepad and pen or a tablet and just jot for ten minutes.
How's your word count?

Zak - Wondering what the other NaNo-ists are doing.





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