Archive for November, 2009

NaNoWriMo day 30, Movember day 30.

Posted in Movember, NaNoWriMo, Writing on 30 November 2009 by jason

Well, today is the last day for a couple things here.

First of all, today is the final day for NoNoWriMo. I actually finished on Friday, so today is just a relaxing day watching other people cross the finish line. I had a lot of fun with it this year, and I enjoyed my story more than I did last year’s NaNo. I’d like to thank Yvonne for helping me stay motivated!

Also, today is THE LAST DAY TO DONATE TO MOVEMBER. The money goes to fight prostate and testicular cancer. That means that tomorrow, I shave this stupid moustache off.

The stupid moustache.

Here’s a random NaNoWriMo excerpt for you! Continue reading

Movember day 24, Nanowrimo day 23

Posted in Movember, NaNoWriMo, Writing on 24 November 2009 by jason

Hey, all.

It’s been a while. How’s it going?

I’ll make this brief. There’s only a week left to donate to Movember. My moustache is a weapon against prostate and testicular cancer.

Here’s what it looks like:

I grow facial hair like a 14-year-old, AND now I have acne.

Also, I’ve gotten a little behind on my writing. i missed a few days, and now I’m playing catch up. I CAN STILL FINISH IT ON TIME. And so can you, Yvonne. Jessica, I thik you’re out of luck.

Here’s a little bit of what I’ve done, sans proofreading or editing Continue reading

NaNoWriMo Day 16

Posted in NaNoWriMo on 17 November 2009 by jason

I’ll keep the commentary short. Days 14 and 16 were good ones for me…I ended up with over 5000 words between the two days. Day 15 was decent, too, with about 1800 words. I hope all you other NaNo’s are sticking with it, not panicking when you have to sleep instead of writing (Yvonne!) and not wanting to erase everything you have so far (Jenny!).

Anyway, here’s an excerpt I wrote last night. Continue reading

I’ve become one of “those people.”

Posted in Tech on 14 November 2009 by jason

I never wanted a cell phone. Honest. I always figured that if I was away from home, I didn’t want to be contacted. However, several years ago, my wife at the time decided that we should have cell phones, so I got locked into a contract, and I had a cell phone.

Now, this cell phone was the most basic thing you could get. It did have a camera, but that was the only special feature it had. And I got used to it. It came in handy after the divorce and after my car broke down, because I needed rides places all the time.

So, in this age of Smart Phones, touch screens, and mobile web browsing, I was carrying around a dinosaur. And I was proud of it. However, after about 4 years, it started to give me problems, and as I text more often, I wanted a QWERTY keypad. When it was time to renew my contract, and using all the discounts I had for using the same phone for so long, I got a new phone.

It’s a Samsung Rogue. It has a touch screen. It browses the inturwebz. It is teh awesome.

So now, I’m constantly playing with my phone, touching the screen, polishing the screen, showing it off to other phone people. I have become a phone person. Me. jaynova. A phone person.

Meh.

I even bought the extended battery, so now, I can paly with my phone even longer!

I’m not sure how I let this happen.

OH! In an unrelated note, don’t forget to DONATE TO MOVEMBER TO HELP FIGHT PROSTATE AND TESTICULAR CANCER!!!

NaNoWriMo day 11, Movember day 11

Posted in Movember, NaNoWriMo, Writing on 12 November 2009 by jason

Whew! This week has been a busy one. I was busy at work, busy cleaning my apartment, busy writing my NaNoWriMo novel, busy writing for this music blog, and busy growing a damn mustache!

I won’t talk about work here, and you don’t want to know about my apartment, but I will remind you that I’m growing a mustache for Movember, an event in which I grow a mustache and YOU DONATE MONEY TO FIGHT TESTICULAR AND PROSTATE CANCER. This is very important to me because I actually have a prostate and at least two testicles. Continue reading

NaNoWriMo, day 5

Posted in NaNoWriMo on 6 November 2009 by jason

Well, I only got about 1500 words in yesterday. The plan was to get to the 10,000 mark by Thursday so I could skip Friday and be OK. Oh well…I’m not far off the mark. My total for the week thus far is 9650. Not bad, eh?

The new plan: I’m taking today off, still. Tomorrow, I play catch up and write 2500 words. Sunday is a crazy writing frenzy, so don’t expect to see me on the facebooks much. Then, I should have a nice buffer between me and my laziness. Onward to 50,000!

Oh, and don’t forget to DONATE TO END PROSTATE CANCER AND TESTICULAR CANCER!!! Thank you.

OH, yeah…here’s a short (and unproofread) exceprt:

Old Crow’s frown became a grin. “So, the great Joe Milton, Street Sorcerer, the Magus of midtown, is looking for the Black Gospel. You must either be in great danger, or just plain crazy. Or both.”

Joe shook his head, knelt down as if to tie his shoe, then stood back up. . “Neither, actually. I’m not looking for it. I’m looking for someone who may have been looking for it. A college student, perhaps.”

Old Crow laughed. “Why? Trying to form a coven? A cabal of college students?” Joe said nothing. “Have you tried the Golden Apple? It’s an occult shop–”

Yes, I’ve tried there. Crow, you know there’s nothing but hedge mages and dabblers in those places. This is me you’re talking to.”

“I know it is. That’s why I’m not going to help you.”

“But you could if you wanted too, right? You’ve met this kid. He came to you. I just need his name.”

Old crow laughed again, his breath wheezing in and out as he did. “You know better than that, Milton! You know that all sales are confidential!”

“Even if your cooperation could save the world?”

Old Crow stopped laughing and looked at Joe coldly. “Not. Interested. Please leave.”

Joe shrugged his shoulders and headed for the door. Before he left, he turned to the old man and regarded him nonchalantly, but said, “OK. But when the world ends, just remember, you could have helped.” With that, he walked out the door, and into the night.

***

He did not walk away empty handed. Joe took two things away from his trip to the book store.

The first thing he got was confirmation. He had know Old Crow long enough to be able to read him, to read his aura, to read his mannerisms, all without looking like he was trying too hard. When he pulled his guilt trip on Crow, he had seen something, a flicker of guilt, of doubt, that had proven that however was looking for the Black Gospel had been there. He or she had probably purchased something. So Joe knew he was on the right track.

The second thing he took with him was a small slip of paper.

The slip of paper was a sales receipt, hand written by Old Crow himself. It’s a good thing the old guy hasn’t upgraded his register, Joe thought, even though in all honesty, it probably wouldn’t have mattered.

When Joe got back to his hotel room, he got out a map of the York Campus. He wasn’t positive that the kid in question was staying on campus, but the map was as good a place as any to start. Joe got into his bag and pulled out a roll of dental floss and a needle. With the needle, he punched a small hole in the receipt. He then took the dental floss, broke off a piece of it, and threaded it through the the hole, tying it in a knot around the paper. Next, he crumpled the paper into a ball, leaving the small tab with the dental floss sticking out of the ball.

For the final sup of preparation, Joe pricked his thum with the needle and ran his wounded digit along the string. As he did this, he closed his eyes and imagined a yellow light issuing forth from the pin prick, covering the thread in golden light and crimson blood. He took three deep breaths.

With his eyes still closed, he imagined an indigo circle around himself and the bed. He cleared his throat and Hummed “Ommmmmmmmm” five times while imaging a purple pentacle appearing withing the circle. Once he was satisfied that his circle was cast and all ill was banished, he opened his eyes.

Joe looked down at the map. He held the threaded wad of paper out over the map and said aloud, “If I were a recently purchased portion of the Black Gospel, where would I be?” He started moving his hand in a clockwise circle along the parameter of the map. Wen he had no result, he tightened his circle, moving closer and closer to the center. As he passed over a group of dormitories with the paper, he felt a slight tug, which did not surprise him.

Good, he thought. At least I know he’s on campus. He then moved the paper closer to the map and held it over the dorms. He started his circle again, this time around the dorms, much slower. As soon ad the paper was over Kolbe Hall, the paper stopped, dangling slightly at an impossible angle from Joe’s hand. “Bingo,” he said quietly.

NaNoWriMo day 3

Posted in Music, NaNoWriMo on 4 November 2009 by jason

Well, today’s the fourth day of NaNoWriMo, and we’ve got a health competition here at work, with me, Yvonne, Jessica, Jenny, and Kelly K. all participating! Before I give a brief excerpt of what I wrote on day 3, I figured I could give some advice. If you’re going to be writing, you need music.

No one can tall you what kind of music to listen to. Except me. I can. You should listen to Instrumental Surf Rock.

Here’s my soundtrack thus far:

jaynova’s surf-a-paluau station on Pandora.
Shots in the Dark-various artists (A Henry Mancini surf tribute!)
Ventures Play Telstar, The Lonely Bull And Others/The Ventures in Space-The Ventures (2 albums on 1 CD!)
Mr. Eliminator-Dick Dale and his Del-Tones (With too many vocal tracks.)
Non-surf music: Secret Adventure-Constant Comment.

So go listen to that music, NaNos!

Ok, here’s a short excerpt from yesterday’s writing. The main character is my John Constantine rip-off. Sue me.

Joe 1

Now.

“Joe Milton!?! What the hell happened to you?!?”

Joe looked up from the bar where he was nursing a Guinness to see his friend Nathanstaring at him, wide eyed and terrified.

Nathan continued, “You look like you’ve been through a wood chipper!” Continue reading