izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Spiral)
It’s that time of year again. The annual quiz which I have been doing for at least ten years now.

It is a miracle the stupid useless Big Mac is still around for the occasion. Mind you, it did take 20 minutes just to get into Scrivener without being endlessly pelted by spinning beach balls.

2022 )

izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Spiral)
This time last year I was well and truly riding the Green Wave. It was as if someone had tipped a whole vial of Felix Felicitas potion into my pot of Polonium Tea.

This time it is very very different. Chalk and cheese.

Things had been fine for the start of the month. Nothing like a grand project to make life interesting and to impose a bit of discipline and purpose.

I knew from past experience that I do Nanowrimo differently from most people. From the very first time and ever since then.

Most people who sign up for the crazy caper of writing a 50,000 first draft of a novel in a mere 30 days during November are all guns ho and full of grand plans at the starting stalls.

At the stroke of midnight, they are off and racing. Full of the enthusiasm of a grand brand new venture. But then the initial excitement wears off and they are faced with the less glamorous drudgery of plodding on and clocking up 1,666 words every day in order to stay on track.
It is the second week when they start falling by the wayside. And that is precisely when this serpent gets the wind in her scales.

The first time back in 2009 when I signed up on the spur of the moment thanks to the evil influence of Catness and ever since then.
The first time I made a point of joining at the last minute because I am by nature someone who insists not just on Plan B. I am not happy unless I can go all the way to Plan Z. So by signing up at the last minute it would be my one and only chance to wing it because of course I would revert to the usual mode for the next one especially with a whole year’s notice.

It was such a struggle to get through the first week since I had of course gone totally out of my comfort zone with no prep at all. Nothing but a pack of Dark Grimoire tarot cards as inspiration.

I kept wondering what masochistic madness made me sign up for such craziness but the inner serpent insisted - have all the pity parties you like but get those 1,666 words on the score board first.
It was like squeezing blood out of a stone, nails scratching on a blackboard. But then on the fifth day the muse turned up.
Nanowrimo went from wading in treacle to a frenzied attempt for the forked tongue to type fast enough to keep up with the tsunami of words in the serpent skull.

For some inexplicable reason it has been like that every single year since. It is almost like the muses and monsters want to know that I am serious before they deem me worthy of their visits.

Notes from Nanoland )

Bad Seeds

31/10/2022 10:00 pm
izmeina: tree and serpent lurking, permaculture logo (egg)
It's that time of year again. Last October, for the first time I was not sure if I would be signing up for Nanowrimo or not. I had a major operation scheduled for the last week of the month and had no idea what to expect or how what state I would find myself in during November.

I half expected to be a brain dead bed ridden zombie for several weeks so did not want to commit myself to anything in that state. Things turned out to be the exact opposite. The docs and nurses did such a good job that I ended up in the Green Zone for nearly 2 months. That was completely and totally unexpected.

So I had 4 weeks with no work commitments while in inspired serpent mode. So with all the stars aligned, it would have been crazy not to Nano.

At this stage I am signing up for the month of craziness simply because it has now become an ingrained habit. The default setting for November. It would simply feel strange not to be squiggling next month.

For the first few years I planned a bunch of plot points more as a safety net than anything. Usually using randomly drawn Tarot cards to create them. Trying to link each card to the next was usually sufficient to create some sort of storyline. Of course the map is not the territory and once I started writing, I would often end up down some random rabbit hole that had more potential than the next destination on the original map.
But since 2018 I have been unable to write proper tales with a beginning, middle and sometimes an end. I still keep writing anyway in the hope that the spark will come back.

I still need to choose a tarot deck for when I get stuck. I haven't even got the bones of a plot yet. Normally I have all of that sorted by the middle of October.
The main idea I have so far has been inspired by the strange Australian trait of claiming that even the cutest and cuddliest of the famous Oz creatures are actually vicious killers.

We don't have just the weirdos of Wolf Creek lying in wait for unsuspecting backpackers to walk into their house of horrors. We also have an army of animals ready to unleash their venom on every single visitor to this wide brown land.

Awesome Australian Animals

But while our fabulous fauna gets all the attention, the flora is sadly neglected.
It's time to fix that. So after the last few months of planting pretty little critters, I think it's the perfect time to create the Oz Floranomicon.

I've got a handy plant catalogue from one of the nurseries at the Garden Festival yesterday. Also after working a while in a native plant nursery, I notice that I am able to recognize a lot of local plants. I always use the botanical names since they are unambiguous. A habit I learnt when studying Herbology in Germany which has proved to be very useful.

I even got a voucher for a free seedling for being able to spot the 12 weeds from a photo collection of 18 plants. I even knew the names of 9 of them.
(I had already bought 10 leaf babies from the stall accepting the vouchers)

Of course a Book of Evil Weeds is just a plot device in search of a plot. I guess I am hoping that picking the right tarot deck might provide some inspiration for plot creation.

Along with the fascinating book I am currently reading "Mr Penumbra's 24 Hour Book Store"
There's always Dan Brown if I ever get desperate for plot points.
izmeina: smiling serpent (zmeya)
 It seems like centuries ago but also only yesterday that I was lurking in the grounds of the arts centre that used to be a lunatic asylum and squiggling in my diary.
That was the time of the Green Lights. A sudden realization that changed the way I perceived almost everything.

It was like peeking in the Pensive and joining the dots.

So today I returned to the scene of the crime  some  20 years later with Wormtaill and a proper "Flesh, Blood and Bone" picnic.
Essential ingredients are bread, wine and cheese.

It was a gorgeous breezy 30 Celsius day. No nasty stinking 43.5 like it was last Sunday.

It's the perfect excuse to spend half the day squiggling - preferably in a bright shiny new notebook,  plotting and planning the month ahead  because of course there is always a new diary.
It's also the perfect excuse to start a new book too. This time it's Eddie Jaku courtesy of Ozfille.

I was in luck today because the usual Sunday afternoon concert was not on today. I guess the musicians want a long weekend too.

I would have turned up anyway but found some far away corner. Today I got to sit in the main courtyard in the shade of the plane trees.

It turns out it's just as well  I now get my Marauder's Year Maps direct from the source because the shop no longer stocks them. It was 2nd January 2019 where  I first got a  Goal Digger diary at a 30% discount in the arts centre gift shop. But now they no longer stock them.
Nice to get a 25% discount AND have it in time  for the big day itself. 

So I pigged out on productivity porn and also put on The Preciousss which I took off before  the op in October and I have not worn since. It was sharing a box with Petunia's gorgeous gold wedding ring.

So I'm now looking forward to a very Green year.

PS This entry turned out longer than I expected. But I can't put it under a cut because I'm using the Tweet stone not the Big Mac desk top.


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