Oh, No ... There Goes Tokyo

My #NaBloPoMo post today killed two birds with one stone:

On occasion I contribute to Warehouse Find, The Official Blog for NostalgiaZone.com.

The blog's orchestrator - Jim Fitzsimons - tolerates my monkey business (sometimes) and posts (often reluctantly) the things I write. (So long as there's cash money involved to grease his palm. Personally I think he publishes my blatherings just because he often needs a nap and doesn't feel like grinding out something week in and week out ... but we won't delve into his questionable methods or work ethics right this moment.)

At any rate, click this link and read my latest contribution. 

Because it's better than unwrapping that extra large package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and sticking them onto your thighs where they'll just end up anyway.

The video below is a bit of a clue to the post at Warehouse Find. Please enjoy.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Three Days Lax

I'm back home! That's The Good News.

The Bad News? I've missed the last three NaBloPoMo posts because of vacationing.

Hey ... I apologize but what am I supposed to do?

There was driving for seven hours to get to my destination beginning 5:00 a.m. Wednesday morning. There was last minute monkey business to attend to in order to have things ready for Thanksgiving the following day. Then, the preparations of the Thanksgiving repast itself, an all day ordeal. Of course, dinner and dessert and the obligatory clean-up on said day. The following morning found me heading out to visit a "little sister" who was in the hospital more than an hour distant, Black Friday traffic notwithstanding. And more relatives to touch base with yet another hour away after the hospital visit. Finally, "home" (to where our vacation beds were located for the long weekend) where leftovers were prepared for the home's hosts who had been working all the live long day. Today, Saturday? It was another long drive back home to Placerville where I finally get the opportunity to sit down with a moment's peace and write this mumbo-jumbo.

"Couldn't you have written while on the trip in the car, Michael? I mean ... you had seven hours of drive time, doing nothing but effortlessly letting your ass grow wider ..."

True. But the wrinkle there was I drove the entire seven hours.

"You mean you couldn't have gotten up half an hour earlier on any given morning and done your thing to get your blogs in when they were supposed to be? You couldn't sneak away and plunk out a few paragraphs and post them? Not an instance of sitting on the toilet, doing your business and getting other business done, too?"

No, I could not.

So, like it or not, here is this chronicle detailing most of what happened, justifying my excuse - whether you believe it or not - of why I was remiss over the last three rotations of the small blue ball we all ride obliviously in getting a few words churned out.

Deal with it ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Write Right

I decided to dive into NaBloPoMo - National Blog Posting Month - for the simple fact I can.

I mean, why not? 

It's not for lack of writing. I have about 450 entries on my personal blog (Rupe's Value Added Services ... Redux), another 1,000+ postings on my personal photography site F (STOP), I've contributed just shy of 2,000 television, film, book and music reviews on several online sites (Hotchka, CliqueClack), offered even more reviews to magazines and other online entities, filled in for various bloggers on their sites and written introductions for books and music and other media.

It goes without saying: Far be it for me to be at a loss for words. I obviously enjoy blathering to the masses. (Bonus: Sometimes, people even read and comment on my stuff. *snort*)

So ... why NaBloPoMo? Well, you might notice in the "Becoming Dust" section of this particular blog that my posting count appears to be sorely lacking. Prior to this writing, I had only 9 meager postings for the year. Only 26 the year before that, down from 62 the year prior. You could say I've been in dire need of a little kick start, so to speak. 

Now? Here I am, Day 2 of a spiffy little 30 day challenge for the month of November. Totally doable, attainable. And not so obtrusive as National Novel Writing Month (known as NaNoWriMo) wherein the goal is to cough up a 50,000-word novel, which works out to almost 1,700 words per day. I don't know about you, but I have a job, lots of simple and not so simple common chores that need tending (many of which I'm "reminded" of), a dog, an ever-growing list of various daily and weekly duties, not to mention various stints of monkey business I often find myself embroiled within.

Which has me wondering: Do you have time to plunk down a 50,000-word novel as the holiday season kicks into gear? Yeah, that's what I thought. 

That being said, here goes: 30 blog posts for the month of November. I have Kat Christensen to thank for poking and prodding me forward on this little project. Visit her at AsKatKnits and see what she has to say, please.

Onward!

.......... Ruprecht ( not STOPping until day 30 )