Well, given how infrequently I update this ol' personal blog, I think it's about time I moved things over to JKRiki.com permanently. It's updated every Monday, after all! Plus I'm going to be upgrading it in the next few months to include links to other spots I hang out online, such as my new digs at Instagram. If you're looking for me in the meantime, check over here!
I've recorded a Year of the Monkey message for you all, and you can locate it here.
Happy Year of the Monkey.
It is 2016 now, and somehow already the 11th of the month. Just wanted to write a quick blog post, mostly pointing to my other blog post on my 2016 Goals and such.
Hope your year is going fantastically well so far! Mine definitely is, which I'm mostly attributing to the attitude where every day I keep saying "This year has been going fantastically well so far!"
Please note: Posts here older than June 24th, 2015 should be considered officially archived. I am not removing them, but in the ten years that I have been writing on this blog I have changed a great deal. Things beyond this point should be considered outdated at best, and may contain many errors or opinions I no longer hold. These things tend to happen as you grow and live life. Or at least, they hopefully happen as you try to become a better person as you age! I just want readers to be aware of that, so that if you decide to go poking through history you will know that it doesn't necessarily reflect my current or future views.
If you'd like current thoughts and posts, please visit JKRiki.com for regular scheduled updates that provide better insights and information. Thanks!
I was going to title the post "So long and thanks for all the fish" but I wasn't sure if everyone would get the reference. Plus it's a little cliche at this point, yeah?
In the words of that cult-classic Zelda game:
So technically there's not "24 hours remaining," but it IS the dawn of the final day here on the blog! Starting next week there will be non-daily updates again as I make the transition to the new website and blog. I'm planning on about once a week updates here (and as I said recently, the plan is art stuff and not so much text) but mostly it will be "when there's a reason to put something up." I don't want to force stuff; that's boring for you guys. The new site will be updated like clockwork each Monday, though, so that will be where the regularity is at.
I want to take a minute and truly say thank you for coming and reading the ramblings I've written over the years. It's been interesting, and I hardly even recognize some of the posts from a decade ago! I hope that the coming years and new blog will be even better.
Alright, well, not much else to report! Still a great deal to do before the big launch, and I better get to it. See you, as they say, on the flip side!
In spite of my best efforts, the next month or two are going to be tremendously busy for me. We have family visiting for much of the time, which bring along certain responsibilities, and there's the work transition I'm attempting to make on top of it. I'm doing my best not to be stressed out about it, though I'm not sure how successful I'm being.
Stress is a weird thing, because it's mostly self-inflicted. We choose stress. Sure sometimes it's a result of a tiger escaping from the zoo and wandering into our backyard where we are taking a nap in a hammock unaware, but most of the time these days we stress over problems and challenges we set for ourselves. I am working on editing my Creativity book, and hate editing. So stress. We still have things to move to the new house, but not much more room in the new house. Stress. I have a stack of books I want to read, but the amount stacked seems overwhelming. Really stupid, self-inflicted stress.
Then I look around at how amazing life is, and that I'm not freezing to death or starving to death or waking up with a tiger in my backyard and I wonder what is wrong with me that I stress out so much?
Stress is a very weird thing.
Firstly, I pulled a muscle while sleeping last night and today it hurts to do anything. Guess I'm going to take the day off. I don't seem to have much of a choice.
The good news is it will give me some time to catch up on reading. I currently have four books started and another waiting patiently in the wings. One of those books is Stephen King's memoir/how-to about writing.
I've not read any of Mr. King's books, minus sneaking a copy of Cujo from my older cousin's shelf when I was nine or ten just because I wasn't allowed to read them. I didn't read the whole thing, just flipped through to see "the good parts." I don't think I was ready for any of the parts of that very adult book at that age. One scene in particular stays with me twenty years later, and I don't think I'll ever forget its haunting prose.
Anyway, his memoir on writing is fascinating, and I highly recommend it to writers and readers alike. There are some great insights in there, and he puts it on the table in a very no-nonsense, take-it-or-leave-it way. He doesn't seem to care much what anyone else thinks of his process, and that allows him to be totally frank about it. I don't agree with all of it, but the vast majority is still very informative.
At one point he includes an exercise for writing (which, of course, is the only actual way to improve at anything - practice) and I sat yesterday and wrote 1,600 words off the given prompt. It was... interesting. I've not written anything in the horror genre before, and that was a new experience. It was rather dark, and definitely adult. I don't curse in real life (just not a fan) but it came naturally to the scene on paper. To not have included it there would have been dishonest. I was simply telling the story as it played out, not engineering anything.
Well, that's not entirely true. I felt bad for the daughter, "Little Nell," and so I had her father survive even though in the true version of the story he should have died, and I knew it. I'm just too soft to go killing main characters, and it makes me mad when writers do that. I invest all this energy into the protagonist and they die at the end? Blah. No thank you, you've just wasted my time. (Side note: This has become a disturbing trend in Young Adult fiction, it seems. Not a fan.)
So I guess my books will never be perfect, or great, as I have that heart keeping me from leaving everything on the table. Oh well, life goes on. If that's the worst thing that can happen, so be it.
I thought about posting the thing here, but it's not very good (first draft only, and there won't be a second because it's just practice) and it's also pretty dark. If you have any interest in reading it, leave a comment and I will email it to you. Just know before you do that it's rough and you'd be much better off reading something else. 😉
First of all, Happy May! The month that I was born and, around here, officially declares the end of the cold of winter. Sometimes the temperature still drops to coat-wearing levels, but for the most part the snow and ice is behind us for a wonderful new summer season. Woo!
Next week here on the blog we'll be doing something a little different. Each day I have set to auto-update with an animated Gif (pronounced like the first part of Gift, FYI) in lieu of any formal updates. The reason for this is twofold:
- I have a busy week coming up that involves a lot of exciting visits and speeches and time away from my desk. I'm looking forward to sharing stories of the week starting on May 11th. I could likely update the blog during this week of happenings, but I don't want to commit to it and then find myself too involved with other things to write here.
- After a solid five months of daily updates, I need a short break to refuel my writing batteries. Considering I'm also going to be launching JKRiki.com next month (hopefully next month!) it will be good to get away from things for a moment and return with enthusiasm to take these next steps towards the future.
I hope in the meantime you enjoy the hilarious, adorable, or amazing gifs that I came across online recently. The Internet is a wonderful resource for information, and also a wonderful time-suck for short clips of Welsh Corgis being vack-yoomed.
No depth or theological enlightenment in this post, today I am just ranting about how hard the word vacuum is to spell.
Seriously, two "u's?" What is that about? I am constantly remembering that it has two of some letter, but usually I spell it "vaccum" or "vacumm" or "vaccumn." I can never remember it correctly. What a miserable word!
I propose we change it. It should be spelled like it sounds, with no random two U's stuck in there. It should be Vacyoom. Done and done. No, wait, that looks like it says Vasey-oom. Then how about Vackyoom? Dang, no, that "y" really screws things up. Vack-yoom. There. Yes, we had to add a hyphen, but at least there are not two u's.
I need to run the vack-yoom in the house today because it's been a good long while since I last did that.
This past weekend I went rock climbing with some friends. Nothing "real," just an indoor collection of walls with fiberglass rock shapes attached, and a lot of padding everywhere on the ground. It was a lot of fun at the time, but rather exhausting. Now, though, I can hardly move. Everything hurts. Everything.
I suppose there are two potential lessons from this experience:
- I am out of shape and it would do me good to do more physical exercise like this so that, in the future, things do not ache the way they do right now.
- Doing stuff is hard, weekends should be for napping only.
Hmm... Which one to choose...