We all know Newton’s laws, or we should. “An object at rest will stay at rest, and one in motion will stay in motion, unless acted upon by an outside force. Force is equal to mass times acceleration. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.”
I’m going to be a nerd today and apply these to people. Just for fun.
Quick post today, since I’m on vacation with my family.
There’s this thing I’ve been trying to do for the past couple of years.
It’s sort of NaNoWriMo-inspired: a poem, one per day, for a year of your life. Total of 365, any length, any form, any subject matter. The idea was to apply the whole NaNo ideal to poetry. Get in the habit of writing, and the more you do it the better you get. Lots of it’s crap, but some it’s good. Maybe you have something publishable by the end of things.
I tried it for the first time starting on my nineteenth birthday, and managed about six months’ worth of poems. That was the best I’ve ever done: at age twenty I managed just a month, and twenty-one three months. Twenty-two and twenty-three, I abandoned the tradition.
Now that I’m twenty-four, I’m trying again. As of this writing I’m on track, but that’s probably because my birthday was Sunday. (Yet another reason Livetweet Books was postponed/cancelled on Saturday: festivities!)
Anyway, I’m making this post to see if anyone wants to try this with me. May 2015 to May 2016. 365 poems, or as many as you can write. Since my birthday’s in the past, I’ll let you go from the date of this post, May 19, to May 19 of next year.
Let’s see how this goes!
Every Saturday at noon CST I livetweet a book as I read through it for an hour or two. It’s immensely enjoyable.
If you’re interested in following as I livetweet, my Twitter handle is @AlexPenname, and I have a little widget that posts my last few Tweets on the sidebar of my blog. You can also follow the tag #livetweetbooks and the name of whatever I’m reading that week.
I’ve been reading Dune, but I took a break from that to read The Arctic Incident. The plan was to go back to Dune next week, but… damn, I’m invested. I may do the next Artemis Fowl book instead.
This one was amazing.
Warning: All LTBooks articles contain spoilers.
I’m going to start today’s post with a warning.
Today’s post is very personal. I’m putting it on the Internet, which means I’m aware of that fact and making it public anyway. But be warned that it’s kind of a downer.
If you know me in real life and are unaware that there are some major changes going on between my mother and my father, please close this window now. Go call whichever member of my immediate family you’re closest to and get up to date on it, because I don’t want to break the news over a blog post.
Really. Seriously. Please. Call them, email them, go meet them for lunch.
It’s a good idea to call each other and chat every once in a while anyways. I promise you it’ll only make you closer. If you don’t have their phone number, send them a message on Facebook. Something. It’s not my business to make the announcement: but they’ve had several months, and this blog is somewhat therapeutic, so I’m giving them one last chance to tell you in person.
If you don’t know me in person, take the time to call your extended family and have a chat anyway. It’ll do you good. Go hug your mom, it was Mother’s Day last Sunday. Or go hug your mother-figure, or tell your mentor you appreciate them, or go read a really good book that’s given you guidance. Take a second to appreciate where you came from.
It’s good for you.
Have you talked with them, various aunts and uncles and extended relatives, various family members and extended friends? Okay. Then before you call me, read on.
Fiction is a strange thing.
My Facebook and Twitter feeds today are blowing up with Star Wars fans calling out, “May the 4th be with you!”. Saturday, it was Harry Potter fans and memorial posts for the Battle of Hogwarts. Later this month, Terry Pratchett fans will be wearing lilac in remembrance of the People’s Revolution on the Glorious 25th of May.
Terry Pratchett fans have something grounded in reality to mourn this year, given the author’s passing (the first time I’ve ever cried at a celebrity death). But the others, not so much. Why say RIP for a person who never existed? Why proclaim your love of events that never happened?
Basically, why does fiction matter so much?