Camp NaNoWriMo! *squeals*

*jumps and flails around shamelessly* Come join me at Camp NaNoWriMo!


Oh, wait, you don't know what it is, do you? *calms down* Okay, first, though, just what is NaNoWriMo?


Well, to quote from their About page:

National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to creative writing. Participants work toward the goal of writing a 50,000-word draft during the month of November. Valuing enthusiasm, determination, and a deadline, NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought fleetingly about writing a novel.

Camp NaNoWriMo is a more open-ended version of our original November event. We have Camp sessions in both April and July, and we welcome word-count goals between 10,000 and 1,000,000. In addition, writers may attempt non-novel projects. Camp is a creative retreat for whatever you’re working on!

So that, in a nutshell, is the even why I'm so excited about.


More info and thoughts coming in later.
Just had to post this right now, because it starts TOMORROW! (Oh, and to let you know that I'm being serious here, the day before April Fools--haha!)

Life is a Miracle

On this Saturday morning, I was rudely woken up by the phone. I groaned. My brother had just changed the ring tone the day before, and it was not a pleasant sound to wake up to. Stumbling out my warm, comfy bed, I ambled down the stairs, just in time to pick up the phone before the ringing stopped.

I glanced at the caller ID. Oh, it's Dad. I knew that my dad was going to drive my mom over to her weekend writing retreat early in the morning, and was calling to make sure I was awake. "Hello, Dad?" I rubbed my eyes, still groggy.

"You up yet, hon?"

"Just did." I yawned.

"How about the boys?"

"No. I'm the only one awake right now." I looked at the clock and groaned. 8:45.

"Well, I'm around twenty minutes away from home."

"Okay."

"Oh, and Auntie S. gave birth today."

Now I was wide awake. "Really?! That's great!" I peppered him with questions. "Is it a boy or girl? When was the birth? How much did it weight? Is Auntie S. all right?"

He laughed at my excitement. "Yes, she's all right! It's a boy, and from what Mom said, he weights around 5 pounds, 12 ounces. I don't know any other details."

"So Uncle M. and Auntie S. hasn't chosen a name for him yet?"

"Not that I know of. I'll be home soon, and Isaac and Titus might be coming over, so make sure the house is ready." [Isaac and Titus are our young cousins, Uncle M. and Auntie S.'s sons.]

"Okay, Dad. Drive safely!"

So that was basically how the conversation went, to the best of my memory. I trotted upstairs to jot the big news down while it was still fresh in my mind.

It was later on, when my uncle dropped Isaac and Titus off at noon, did I get all the details I wanted. Apparently, they were planning to name the baby boy Calvin; which, otherwise, if it had been a girl, would've been an Eleanor. 

So here I am, sitting next to my sleeping toddler cousin and writing this little story.
As Albert Einstein once said: "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." And I agree with George Bernard Shaw when he said: "Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles."

Once again, I am struck by just how great our God is. Truly, He is the sole Giver of life, and nothing else can do what He does: ex nihilo. [Latin: from nothing] 

Soli Deo gloria! [Latin: to God alone be the glory!]

How This Came To Be - poem

One more poem written around September 5, 2012.  And yes, I'm on a rampage on posting all my beloved poems of old... <3

This was a real experience by me; it all truly happened just a couple nights ago (when I first wrote it). Don't you think the whole thing is somewhat ironic? xD

Can you "see" the picture/scene I'm trying to portray here through the usage of few words? I've always known that little words, when used correctly and fittingly, is powerful, but now have I only known just how powerful. Hence my trying my hand at it. How well it came out, I don't know.

Please comment on what you think about this free verse, and how I can improve on my writing! (I promise I won't bite!)

How This Came To Be

End of day

Morales low
Tensions high

Tired

Stressed

Stomachache

Pain

Inquiries

Scolded

Rebuked

Guilty

Misty eyes

Blurred vision

Breaks down
Eyes up

Quiet weeping

Pauses

Runs upstairs

Collapses on bed

Sobbing

Wailing

Brokenness

Not comforted

None understands

Forgotten bedtime hug

Sorrowful

Depressed

Self-pity

Trickling wetness

Damp pillow

Once more

Awake

Thinking

Midnight

Slow motions

Bed creaking

Flipped switch

Blinding light

Still

Blinking

Adjusting

Rummaging

Paper

Pen

Starts

Writing

THIS

Again, criticism is appreciated, but rudeness is not. ^^

Two More Short Poems

Again, more poetry for y'all from yours truly! These two were written when I was waiting for BSF to start, back in September 13, 2012--and tonight is Tuesday night, BSF night (again), haha! :D

Wish It's Forever

Twilight

Summer midnight

Gently falling blossoms

Whispers flitting through the endless

Time hushed

Heartbreaker

Wretched peer

Anxious longing

Clenching, unclenching grip

Oh, what are you trying to find

In me?

Ciao! ;)

Last Saturday - poem

Here's a poem that I wrote back in October 3, 2012. ^^

Washing the morning dishes,

Just minding my own business,

(A bit grudging, I must add),

When down it rained, beauty-clad.

Strains of pleasing melody,

Triads in sweet harmony,

I cast eyes outward, wonder!

The music did not flounder.

Down it wafted from above,

Gently, gently, like a dove;

Master fingers undisclosed,

As they played the highs and lows.

I hurried with the washing,

No sign of tuneless humming.

Finally done, I grabbed the leash

As excuse of remedy.

With my dog, hasted to sidewalk

And slowed my pace to a walk.

Ears alert, eyes akin,

For the music now grew dim.

Now my gaze is on high grounds,

Still the rapturous effects sounds.

With a sudden jolt, I knew,

Keys I used to play so true.

Oh, joy! One of my Bach piece!

Now the skillful play has cease.

Fleeting time, I'm back at home;

The piano's where I roam.

This all really happened, although the part about "my Bach piece" wasn't. Inspired by the incident, I decided to write it down. This is probably my best in-one-sitting poem I've ever written. ^^


Critiques and comments welcomed!