Its been a busy year for me... Will the new year follow this good trend or disappoint?

So much has happenend in such a short year. 365 days, 12 months, 52 weeks, 8760 hours and so on and so on. this year has just been too short for words. but i'm short and to someone as short as me such a short time can seem very long.

my exploits have not all been captured on paper, they have not all been worthy for the interwebs and often i don't acknowledge them to myself, but they have all happenend.

i've had interviews from hell and job offers to boot. i've lost friends and gained loved ones. and in the processes of it all found out who i really am and that is who i really want to be.

i've had the honour of welcoming people and dignitaries to our great shores and experienced gratitude like no other. and learned that all it takes to make a day is a simple thank-you and a dash of a smile.

i've learned to be creative, to acknowledge the beauty all around us and tried to find beauty in creating art through many mediums and crafts.

i also had a small stint in a hospital (my brain is still intact, thank-you very much) the fear still persists, wrote a crap-tastic book (with a little too much smut for anybody's liking) the fear still exists, and got accepted for my dream job (sadly it is not at the coca-cola factory) the fear has me shaking in my boots, because it means i will soon have to leave behind these sunny shores and all the people on it to venture out and make a new home in a foreign place.

i treasure this year and all its happenings whether good, bad or ugly because it is leading me on an unfamiliar path that i want to be on.

so all thats left to say is: see you all on the flip side... Mickey your ears are mine!!!

Love NjinWonderland

my NaNo month

NaNoWriMo

The rules (According to me)

• 50,000 words (+/-16667 words per day)

• 30 days (Begin 01/11 & End 30/11)

• Pick a genre

• And don’t stop writing

For the entire month of November I was participating in something called NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month which happens annually.

I took part on a whim. A few weeks before I had stopped writing because everything I was producing stopped making sense to me (I know... it never made sense to anyone before). So when someone sent me a link I immediately talked myself into it then talked some people into being my own cheering squad.

I went into it blindly, no plot no problem? Up until you can’t figure out if you’re writing a romance or a horror. The first week was exciting and I was confident, well as confident as a no talent writer can be. I had resigned myself to only writing whatever popped in my head, I refused to plan ahead and I foolishly wrote everything by hand until I had the time to sleepily type everything up again. The second week began successfully until I lost all hope in the middle of it all.

A bit of advice if you’re participating in a 50,000 word 30 day challenge: sleep is for the faint at heart and migraines caused from stress of being under target for the day is just a stupid excuse to sleep like the weakling you are. Well that’s what I kept telling myself over and over.
So during the second week everything went downhill for me (I know I suck). Now they say it will all clear up around the third week but and the fourth would be the home stretch and you’d be so excited that the finish was near that nothing could deter you from writing. None of that happened for me or it just all happened in reverse.
But lucky me, my end result just so happens to be 50,525 words in 30 days, how many people can say that they have done that as a no talent beginner writer thingy?

Here’s a little taste...

Claire spotted some art on the walls. Two abstract paintings and a landscape of an Italian villa and its surrounding area. And positioned above his desk was one of hers (one that wasn’t abstract at all). It was a self portrait in a way. It was the darkest piece of work she had managed in her young life, borne from her depressive state at not being able to prosper the way she felt she deserved to. Her red hair was muddied in the picture. She had worked painstakingly hard at that looking at her reflection in the cracked hand held mirror for far too long. The entire painting had a dark grey scale tinted effect to it and lacked a lot of colour except for a single blue tear that she had introduced at the last minute and a red sunflower that had been one of the inspiring things for the painting, although the flower had been yellow when she had seen it bloom.

Here’s another...

She braved the storm. “I met a boy when I was about eight. I think I fell in love with him. I dreamt about him for almost an eternity. Then about ten years later I came across him again, but he didn’t remember me. He was with another girl. They looked so happy, so comfortable together, holding hands and laughing at each other’s failed attempts at jokes,” Claire’s voice broke as a tear rolled down her face plopping into her wine glass. “I painted that with a broken heart, because I knew he could never love me and poured my soul out onto the canvass. Because he would never want me. As the years passed I learned to accept that he would never see me for the person I am. Now just six years later he tells me he sees into my soul after staring at a painting I did when I was young and naïve and in need of being wanted,” Claire faced Alex. “Wait, do you mean I somehow inspired that?” he asked smiling up at the painting.

Want more? No can do I have to edit and now is not the time for that. The time now is naptime
 edit: The novel is called 'The Perfect Mistake That I'm Hoping You'll Make Right Now' and its a Romance