Oh blogging... How I've missed thee. Let me count the ways:
1. You are sooooooooo much easier then writing a novel *awkwardly avoids eye contact with 14 Chapter monster lingering on desktop*
2. The rules of formatting dost not apply here! *takes 1 inch margins and Times New Roman and throws gleefully out window*
3. MEMES. I have a confession. Descriptive language is dying, my friends. Why? Because now we can just go to Google search and find a witty meme that accurately pinpoints our inner feelings. AND I LOVE IT.
November has been a hard, crazy month - filled with writing, teaching, singing, cooking, tears, and joy... Part of me is sad to see it go, but the other part rejoices for the delicious laziness that comes with End-of-Semester December!
And let me tell you, there were SO many amazing titles and authors on that list, I've been literally biting my nails waiting to see who won. Amongst the contenders:
A HUGE congratulations to Maas and all others who made it into the finals! These are all kick-a$$ books, most of which I've read or am in the process of reading as we speak!
More Noteworthy Excitement: In May, I'm officially getting to mark an item off my bucket list and see Itzhak Perlman in concert!!!!!!!!
Many tissues will be brought. Many tears will be shed. And I will be fan-girling HARD all night. Say a prayer for my poor husband, who will probably pretend not to be with the crazy girl hanging off the Grand Balcony like a lunatic.
Perlman will be performing at the Winspear Opera House in Dallas, TX May 19th, 2016 @ 7:30pm. For more information, visit the AT&T Performing Arts Center website.
Accomplished: So NaNoWriMo is officially over, and while I did not make it to the 50,000 work mark, I came away with SO MUCH from taking part in this crazy experience.
A) My creative power-hours are from 8:30am-11am, and 7pm-10pm. Any later or earlier, and I am completely useless, fogging up the computer screen with my mouth-breathing.
B) Music has become my collective, in a sense. I've been assimilated, completely and utterly dependent on music for triggering any kind of creativity. For example, right now I'm listening to Joshua Bell's version of Après un Rêve, Op. 7, No. 1 by Fauré. And the words, my friends, are FLYING from my fingers.
C) My best work was done in a dark room *cue creepy music*, no people (especially not the husband! lol), and NO FOOD (major distraction)! All that being said, I feel like I learned a lot about myself as an individual of creative endeavors. Thumbs up, in my book!
Cried over: Query: has anyone seen Schindler's List WITHOUT CRYING?! Is it even humanly possible???? I came home one lazy Friday afternoon to find my husband balled up on the sofa watching it. So naturally, I donned some fuzzy PJ's, grabbed a coke, and joined him.
2 hours later.....
This movie is intense. And beautiful. And horrifying. Throwing the ugliness of humanity naked into a spotlight of persecution and death. What made it even more impactful for me was the fact that this summer, we literally visited ALL THE PLACES in this movie:
Schindler's Factory, Kraków, Auschwitz... At Auschwitz, I walked the same sidewalk where families were separated into two lines: workers or gas chambers. I can still remember how the gravel crunched under my feet. Later, I would throw away the shoes I wore that day, still coated with the dust of Auschwitz. You're out in the middle of the woods, so all you can hear as you walk are the sounds of crows cawing and people's voices riding on the wind. The air smelled stale, thick with recent rains, and something else that pooled in the bottom of my gut. Horror. Pure unadulterated horror.
Coincidentally, my violin bestie Itzhak Perlman performed the theme song of this movie. *cue more waterworks*
What I'm Looking Forward to in December:
- Sleeping in... even if I wake up at 6am, its because I want to and not because I have to. Sneaky iPhones. They don't let you delete the alarm app.
- Drinking coffee the way they drink it in commercials; peacefully, with a sickeningly sweet look of contentment on my face as I sit at the dining table in my fuzzy robe, the morning sun catching my naturally blemish-free face... Instead of gulping it down in hot droves with a mascara brush in one hand and a hairdryer in another, frazzled and rushed in my tiny-a$$ bathroom, trying not to wake the hubby...
- Cooking for fun; not because my body requires nourishment before I pass out in a coma of exhaustion.
- I miss painting. I will paint pretty things.
- Wearing baseball hats and going without makeup on days other then Saturday. This is my main objective this Christmas season. To look like a hobo.
God bless college for taking off one full month for the holidays. I thank you. From the bottom of my tired little heart. I've told my husband repeatedly I'm spoiled with these ridiculous breaks. I can never go back to normal 9 to 5 work.
Collegiate teaching speaks to my soul.
And my circadian rhythm.