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Well, now I’ve done it. I signed up as an official participant in the 2009 NaNoWriMo. NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month. Participants start at 12:01 am on November 1 and have until 11:59 on November 30 to write a 50,000 word novel. If you win, you get nothing more than bragging rights and the satisfaction that you have now written that novel you have always said you would. No one is going to read your novel, and considering you wrote 50,000 words in 30 days, that novel is going be in sore need of multiple re-writes before you can ever even consider submitting it for publication.
Chris Baty, author of No Plot, No Problem, is the instigator of NaNoWriMo. In his book, he advises in preparation for the month that one acquire a notebook, a “magical pen”, a word processing device, a totem, and special clothes, such as a hat, to wear while writing. This is all to make the process of writing the novel special.
I do have a word processing device so that’s covered. I am making notes in a ordinary composition book that I have decorated for the occasion with the picture of a toilet — a toilet because this notebook is a big dump of my ideas. There is nothing clean and neat about the inside of this notebook. When I have a thought about the story, I jot it down. It’s perfect
I don’t think I’ll wear special clothes either — that would be too distracting. But don’t worry, I won’t write naked either, if that thought came to your mind. No, sweats and a t-shirt, that’s the most comfortable ensemble for me.
I might have a totem, though. I’ve always been partial to pelicans. I have this alebrije, a little Oaxacan wood carving of a pelican, brightly painted and just perfect to set above my computer. Yep, he’s going to sit there and cheer me on when I get stuck.
I think the one special thing that I will go out and buy today is a “magical pen”. Borders and Barnes and Noble always have some cool pens next to the check-stand so I might splurge on a fancy pen just to mark the occasion and kick off the month.
I think one more thing is needed to start the month. First a time of reflection. Recently, I discovered the library in a neighboring city. What an amazing place… better than the dumpy library in my town. So I acquired a card and am going there this morning to sit in the stacks, read up on some material I need to start the novel, and just be in a quiet, literary space to contemplate the undertaking.
Second, a celebration is always needed whenever a special undertaking initiates…. I’m getting together with some friends tonight for Halloween. It seems appropriate since Halloween is the celebration of the Celtic New Year. It seems to me the perfect send-off for a month of monastic-like seriousness.
So, if you don’t hear from me for a while, you’ll know what I’m doing. I hope I reach 50,000 words, but if I write only 500, that will be fine too
L.Gloyd (c) 2009
PS: I’ll be posting my word count here on my blog (in the left column) so check back from time to time to see where I’m at. Thanks.
I was driving to work yesterday and pulled over to take this amazing sunrise image. I did not manipulate the color on this photo in anyway. It is as it was. I couldn’t help the rhyme running through my head: “Red sky at night, sailors’ delight; red sky in morning, sailors’ take warning.” It did, however, turn out to be a very beautiful and bright autumn day.
L. Gloyd (c) 2009
The Day of the Dead celebration, El Dia de los Muertos, is a practice that goes back thousands of years in the cultures of the indigenous peoples of Mexico and Central America. When the Europeans came to this area, the celebration was blended with the observance of All Saints Day and All Souls Day on November 1 and 2. Elements of pre-Christian and Christian symbols were merged and the celebration became one where the observant remember their deceased loved ones. Today this celebration is observed in many Latin American countries as well as Latin American communities in North America.
I came across this Day of the Dead altar in my community. Passerbys were invited to write messages on pieces of cloth to honor and remember their loved ones and pin them to the altar. On the altar are marigolds which were sacred flowers to the ancient Aztecs, comical skeletons as a reminder that death is not to be feared, candles to represent life and hope, incense to purify the space, food as an offering to the deceased, and crosses to show that Jesus has triumphed over death.
L. Gloyd (c) 2009
“Nazars in Hamsas: But the Real Protection is Underneath”
Mixed Media Painting
A little something from my art journal, inspired by a photograph by Traveller. Thanks, Carol.
L. Gloyd (c) 2009
As I’ve mentioned before, a friend of mine has been installing a new sound system in our church, and I have been assisting him. Well, truth-be-told, my help mostly consists of keeping him company as he works, so that’s pretty much what I did after supper last night when we went up to the church to hook up and test a new microphone he had just acquired. It was around 9 p.m. when we arrived. As I have stated in previous accounts, I never, ever go up into the church sanctuary alone at night, and even with a companion, I was still a bit jittery. Every creak of the old building had me swinging my head around and looking for phantoms.
There is a security camera mounted high in the sanctuary and the various technical paraphernalia associated with the camera are in the same room as the sound equipment. My friend was curious to see how well the camera worked at night. (Wouldn’t be much of a security camera if it didn’t work, right?), so he flipped off all the lights in the sanctuary, and we crowded around the closed-circuit monitor. We were quite pleased to see that the camera’s infra-red capabilities actually showed clearer images in the darkness than during the day. Satisfied with the camera, my friend started busying himself with the new mic. I stayed in the chair in front of the monitor and made small talk. A few minutes later I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. I pulled my full attention back to the monitor and watched.
Out of nowhere a white blob emerged in the middle of screen, flared for a moment, and then disappeared.
“What was that?”
My friend stepped back over and looked over my shoulder at the monitor. “What?”
No sooner did he say that when the white blob flared again.
“That! Did you see that?!” A couple of more orbs flitted across the monitor. “Orbs! Lots of them!”
“Oh, Lori! Do not start using the ‘G-word.’ The place is not haunted.” He made a short explanation of the effects of ambient light and dust particles on an infra-red camera. It sure didn’t look like dust particles to me.
I told my friend that if the SyFy Channel ever needed another de-bunker for the Ghost Hunters show, he would be a perfect candidate. Of course, this did not stop my friend from hurrying over to the circuit breaker box and turning on all the lights in the sanctuary.
The sanctuary now being fully illuminated, there were no more “dust particles” on the monitor. My friend returned to his puttering with the new mic, and I dug up some games on an old PC in the sound room to amuse myself. A few minutes later I heard some noises coming through an open window in the sound room. I asked my friend who was closest to the window, “Do you see anyone in the courtyard?” He looked out the window and down to the courtyard (we were on the second floor). “There’s someone going into the church office,” he said.
“Is it the Pastor?” I asked.
“I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t make out any features.”
Great, I thought. Now we have shadow-people.
My friend left me in the sound room while he went out into the sanctuary to hook up the mic. As he worked, I started playing computer solitaire to pass the time.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang. I jumped up from the chair and screamed. My friend rushed back in. “What!”
I pointed to the corner of the room. “There was a loud noise from over there!”
“It was just the lid of my tool box…..” He went over to a heavy plastic hinged box, lifted the lid, and pressed it down. “Was that it?” It was the same sound. “I probably didn’t have the lid all the way up and it just fell on its own…” He lifted the lid halfway up and let it go. The hinges held the lid in place. It didn’t move. Finally, he had to push the lid down to make it shut. Gravity, my eye.
He quickly finished connecting the mic and we ran a few sound checks. With everything working properly and the hour getting late, we wrapped things up, locked up the church, and left. While loading things into the truck, my friend said, “Let’s go see if there’s anyone in the office.” We went around the back of the building. No surprise: the office was dark and deserted.
I am going to ask the pastor when I see him next if he was in the office last night. And I am so afraid of what his answer might be.
L. Gloyd (c) 2009
When we were kids, we rarely went up to Hollywood. It was a seedy, tacky place of lowlife nightclubs, shady ladies, and other bizarre people. But gentrification has set in and it’s become a trendy place to be, tourists not withstanding. My sister and I took the subway up there yesterday and played tourists. Here is my sister in a very touristy pose in front of the Babylon Court at the Hollywood & Highland shopping center (home of the Kodak Theatre).
The court is a tribute to D.W. Griffth’s vision of Babylon in his 1916 film Intolerance.
We strolled along the Hollywood Walk of Fame:
and ended up in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theatre,
where we encountered some interesting folks:
Now let me just say something about this. These are actors who on their own (not paid for or endorsed by the theatres or local businesses) just show up each day in front of the Kodak and Grauman’s and pose with tourists for tips. This is fair — except they don’t tell you they want tips until after your snap the picture. My sister and I found this out when we got chewed out by an obnoxious little man dressed up as Chaplin. It was very bizarre since neither my sister or I took a picture of him and didn’t intend to take a picture of him. He just started mouthing off at us for not taking his picture and tipping him. Anyway….. only in Hollywood, I guess.
Here’s one more image I took especially for my colleague Heather who lives in Australia:
I thought you would like that, Heather. 
Signing off,
Your Hollywood reporter……
LJG. (c) 2009
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