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ST4S — It’s So Easy

… to fall in love with…

Youtube

Excuse the Buddy Holly song…  But it really is so easy to spend way too much time on Youtube.

Especially when one is desperately trying to not write anything for her NaNoWriMo project….

English: Path junction at Cow Ford One path fo...Oh!  Did I just say that in a public place?

Well, yeah, I did, and I did so intentionally.  It’s my day off after all, and I’m savoring the unwriting time with some of the ‘best of the interwebs’ or at least some of the silliest and cutest and most intelligent stuff that I can find following a single Youtube cow trail.

(A cow trail, as you may or may not know, is a meandering path through a seemingly endless field that makes several unexpected, and often scenic, pauses along its way.  Clearly cows have a great sense of what’s nifty in life.)

And how I did it was to go to video John Holton had posted on his Two for Tuesday I’d been meaning to check out but couldn’t play via my laptop earlier this week (some places I wi-fi limit access to Youtube (and in the case of the Uno’s Grill in Latham, it even restricts access to the ROW80 blog).   So after enjoying some Sergio Mendez I clicked on one of the suggested videos that show up in the video screen after…

Oddly enough it was for this slash/spoof of Star Trek the Animated Series with William Shatner’s Common People as a backdrop:

Normally Youtube would recommend videos based on the video I watched, but something about their new algorithm is choosing some videos based on prior viewings…  and I watch a lot of strange stuff, some just for myself, some for my son.  So I got this next:

(Frankly, the Harrison Ford/Rose McGowan one ended up being better, but still only mediocre humor.  I love Weird Al; he can do a lot better than this stuff.)

My Little Pony is pretty popular in our house, as evidenced by some of the other suggested videos I was given.  Among full episodes of the Friendship is Magic series, there are also some really fun fan projects by Bronies (and not).  And who knew?  You could learn to speak Polish or Italian or …  well, lots of languages by watching MiP:

And the best part of this video?  Watching Derpy Hooves!

(A cool thing about Derpy Hooves is that she’s a fan-created character.  The writer of the series created and developed Derpy’s character based on discussion she saw on social media sites.  If that isn’t the ‘best of the internet’, I’m not sure what is.)

It’s not all silly stuff.  After a very fun video about Fluffle Puff (the other fan created pony who is all hair–more on my obsession with fluffy things some other week), I decided to peek at the more intellectual offering in Youtube’s suggestions.

Clearly I wanted to learn about Capitalism.   Of course, I watch a lot of RSA videos (along with TEDTalks…), so this suggestion made sense:

And after that…  and supper, I spent some time with the Boodle watching this (warning: long, but fun):

A lot of videos…  And there was some Minecraft playing and a yummy family meal, and even a nice soak in the bathtub…

A great day off after a week of getting my five sentences (and more) done daily.  I’ve still got a fair ways to go on my NaNoWriMo wordcount, but I also have a bunch of handwritten work (about 15 pages back and front) to add into my already recorded count on the NaNo-site.  My Row80 sponsor duties are all on track, and I even managed a 45 workout on Thursday that included some weights and cardio.

So, in all…  A pretty good week.  And a nice day off.  But that’s ending now.  Tomorrow’s a busy day on top of another week of busy days.  So, until Wednesday…  Adieu!

Photo Credit:

  • English: Path junction at Cow Ford One path follows the farm track through the gate and turns to the east while the other crosses the ford by a new footbridge in the trees to the right and heads south-east. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Interrupting the ROW and Re-immersion

Another late ROW80 check-in.  I’m okay with that.  Life has been–well,  I’m tired…. tired of teeth that break near weekly; tired of the accompanying needles, the lost time, and appointment after appointment with my dentist.

I like my dentist.  He’s a nice guy, and seeing him three or four times a year would not bother me in the least.  But it’s over an hour drive to his office from home*, and the commute can get a bit overwhelming when it’s so frequent.

So I’m all out of whack.  My check-in is late.  A bunch of bills are late too**. It’s not a money issue, but rather one concerning that other more rare and precious currency…  time.

I need a Personal Assistant. :-/

The minutiae of this check in involve word counts, projects and personal discoveries.  What have I done since my Facebook Mini-check-in on Sunday….

Words Words Words (36/365)

Words Words Words

ROW80 in depth

Words Words Words

I’m squeaking by on my daily word count.  Squeaking by because I had increased it last week when I signed up for the February Challenge at 750words.com.  My actual wordcounts look weird when I see my progress charts because I’ve typed little notes hither and thither and copying and pasting them into 750words when I finally get a chance.  It keeps me moving at least.  And napkin notes now have a better place than shredding at the bottom of my purse.

I’ve managed about 800 words a day on average since the first of the month.  It’s real progress, but now the writing needs focus.

Editing

Release has taken back seat lately.  It’s hard to concentrate on the story with so many other things demanding to be done.  I need some help too–I need a reader, as in someone to read the story out loud to me.  I tried putting some of the text into the demonstration version of  Natural Readers, but the Microsoft voices mess with my head.  The British accent works “okay” and matches the voice in my head, but I don’t feel comfortable spending that much money on the software.

Another editing project I’m involved in is copy-editing a fellow fantasy writer’s manuscript before she submits it to an editor for final review.  I’m not moving on it a fast as I would like, but I’d rather take a bit longer than miss something.

Personal Discovery–Spelling and Immersion

To me, the spelling is huge–I’m starting to spell words right that I used to spell wrong all the time.

The squiggly red line that appears as I type has been good to me.  I see the mistake, and I retype it, and more and more I am getting that retyped word right without any other help.   As someone who has never been a naturally good speller, it’s wonderful to have found a way to “see” the correct word in a way I never could see “spelling words” in school.

Perhaps the passion just wasn’t there then.  Spelling matters to me now.  I have things to say, and I want people to pay attention to what I write.  It’s pretty rude to ask this of  people without giving something in return.  I shouldn’t make it a challenge for people to read what I’ve written–not right away.  I will draw them in slowly with great characters and the harrowing situations they are caught in…

…then I can spring weird place names and story-world languages on them!

What?  “No” you say?  NO?  Oh, ye of little faith…  It’ll be fun!  I promise.

It can be fun–can’t it?  Doesn’t everyone love the way Tolkien created several languages for his stories, how the appendices in the Return of the King took almost half the book?

No?

Oh….

Deep under

Deep under

The geek in me loved those.  All of those little pieces and parts of the world that he didn’t place in the Silmarillion (which, imho, was just a bigger appendix for the Lord of the Rings, as was The Adventures of Tom Bombadil)…  well, I felt immersed.

And immersion as a personal necessity is something I’ve long suspected.  I love to be immersed.

Not just immersion in the mental sense, although that is sublime.  I love things that squeeze me, hold me in, surround me, swallow me…  Swimming deep under water with its weightless pressure…  Being held close or curled up with blankets mummy-wrapped about me…  Mmm!

I could probably give a psychiatrist a field day analyzing the reasons behind this, but I have done this from Day One.

Funny story as long as you aren’t my mother…

I was born nearly a month late (due on Thanksgiving, was born on Christmas), and Mom says she became a master at swaddling.  As a toddler, I loved being hugged so much that I would walk away with any adult that gave me one…  It didn’t matter who, or how many gray hairs it gave my mom.

Being a mother now myself, I can certainly see her concern.

I’m not writing this to say I’m special.  I’m just me, and this is part of who I am.  I’m starting to see and understand that person more.  And as part of last week’s post on revealing myself, I’m sharing this self-discovery with you.  Maybe it will help someone, maybe it’ll amuse if nothing more…  But it’s here, it’s me, and I think it’s pretty neat.

So, new week, similar directions…  and deeper discoveries.

Please visit some fellow ROWers and share some love…  Valentine’s Day is coming!

*he’s the dentist I had since high school, and though I’ve tried a few other dentists, I’ve had questionable experiences with most others

**though fortunately only by a few days

Photo credits:

  •  Words Words Words (36/365) (Photo credit: Photosynthesised)
  • Deep under (Photo credit: krystian_o)