NaNoWriMo Update #2

Well, fancy that.

EVERYONE CELEBRATE, THIS MEANS REGULAR POSTING CAN CONTINUE AND LIFE IS GOING TO GO ON. YAY!

Last line: "I think I'm going to be okay with that."
EPIC.

Things I'm Going to Do in Montreal

I've been thinking a lot lately about my life in Montreal, or hopefully my future life. Maybe it's because things at home haven't been ideal (mama and I have bi-weekly arguments, and they're not bad but they are ridiculous!), or because I'm going to have to start putting my portfolio together to apply to school... Or maybe it's because I've started a new 'program' for my health, and so change has been on the table a lot. Physically changing, mentally changing. My life is getting on the move, slowly, like a turtle with purpose.

And because I'm procrastinating on my NaNoWriMo and everything in between, I've been daydreaming about my future life.

Stuff I'm going to do when I live in Montreal
• Befriend my neighbors... As long as my neighbors are cool. I'll start off by bringing them cookies or something when I move in, and we'll start off being friends that way.

• Become bilingual. Even if it's only French-Canadian.

• Throw a party. I want a purple party, a 1920s Speakeasy party, a pot-luck... Anything like that!

• Meet my gay best friend. He's out there. I know he is!

• Eat in local restaurants that aren't chains...and love the hell out of it.

• Bike lots of places. Become one with my bicycle and local transit.

• Volunteer. Though I would do that probably anywhere!

• Spot Xavier Dolan, Niels Schneider or Jay Baruchel. (Possibly all three?) Srrsly

I don't know why I'm posting this. I just like lists! And...it's my blog!

Also: I realized two the the things that make me really happy are working out (YAY CHEMICAL BALANCE!) and cooking delicious food. So those two either work together or cancel each other out or work together like cool works with awesome. Who knows?

NaNoWriMo Update #1

I've written 21681 words so far. I keep thinking I won't be able to get out another five hundred words, and now, somehow, I'm almost half way...

If you're looking to keep track of my progress while the blog is on semi-hiatus...(Update soon MAYBE, I mean... I feel like I've been bitten by the bug!) my user page is riiiiight HERE. Click click click click.

There's even a tiny excerpt there: But here's a little taste of what I've been working on just for fun. I have to remind me you it's largely raw and unedited, so forgive grammar, and errors in tenses.

Nobody likes hospitals. Nobody like hospitals here because when they make you wear the gowns, it means you have to take your clothes off. If you’re sick, it means you’re failing at being healthy. If you’re naked, it means you’re failing at being modest. If you choose to eat the food from the cafeteria, you’re failing to recognize the lack of both nutrition and flavour The Uglies hospital is a dismal, but very white, sanitary place.

When I walk in I fill out my form without looking the nurse in the eye. I do sneak a glance at her while she’s looking up my file on the computer screen. She’s an Average. Middle of the road, not pretty but not out of shape. Maybe her nose is a little expressive, but maybe some people like birds more than I do. She has to have something right about her if she’s working in the hospital. Her hair is black. That’s probably the most beautiful thing about her. It’s not from a box drugstore black. It’s real black. That’s sort of rare. They gave her a pass for it, I would too. I’m careful not to touch her when I pass her back the ballpoint pen I had to borrow. She smiles at me, sourly like she smells something bad.

"The doctor will see you in a moment."

Then with the naked. Then with the poking and prodding. The embarrassing feeling of being looked over by someone smarter than me. I wish I had looked up my symptoms on the internet before coming to the hospital. It was probably nothing- a reaction to coconut that I had not had before. An allergy. Something. Nothing could be worth this feeling.

“Try and relax…” I wanted to tell him to shut up. To try not to laugh as I moved onto the table that would take me into the heart of the machine that was going to look at my insides. I was not really worried. After the cold stethoscope and the looking down my throat while I still had breakfast breath, any humiliation from here on in was going to be a piece of cake. Maybe a whole cake, even.

They scan my brain to look for anything unusual. The table I lay on, sliding slowly into the scanner is metal and cold. Wearing the hospital gown is not any less humiliating in a completely horizontal position. Essentially, half naked, I lay, trying to be still, not shiver on the table while waiting for the machine to find out whatever is wrong with my body. Being cold is failing to stay warm. This is why we fail at everything.

In this gown I am as close to naked as I almost ever get—half. I am disgusting, by the standards of 2/3 of our society, the middle and the upper. I close my eyes and breathe out slow as they remove from the bowels of the machine. The doctor sends me away with one reassurance.

“We’ll have the results mailed to you as soon as possible,” when you’re ugly, you get your x-ray results by mail. I wonder if It’s because they don’t want to have to see your face, since everyone already looks horrible when they cry.

BAM!

Sooo this is my blog going on temporary hiatus/into NaNoWriMo mode. It could be so temporary I'll update tomorrow, or you might not hear from me until December!

(Unless it's short winded or novel related.)
I'll of course still be the twitter addict that I am, so you can keep your tabs on me there! (@wileyriles, for the unschooled.)

Cheers, kids!

Welcome to NaNoMoVember!

NOTE: I wanted to put pictures in here BUT my photoshop is being a ween, so just text for now. Some of you will have seen the photos on my facebook. Others (I have FOUR followers now, WHAT? Welcome new kids!) Will just have to wait until my computer stops being sad.

Anyhoodle,

Welcome to November. The month where men grow mustaches and intrepid novelists everywhere tackle their 50K novel dreams in 30 days. (This novelist is at 5022 12,100 words.) The month where Starbucks (and every other retailer on the PLANET) starts up their annual Christmas machine. Which means my annual Christmas machine is in repair in the shop, waiting to start up. But soon, SOON it'll be all jingle balls and such. I'm already trying to build up my list of gift ideas, and I've had my share of making Holiday drinks today too!

BUT for NOW. We're going to talk about Halloween...because I did a bucket ton of Halloweening this year. I carved pumpkins with Jill I roasted the seeds and ate them. (BY THE HANDFUL.)

I dressed as Freddie Mercury and rocked out in my favourite gay bar with some of my best friends in the whole world in Toronto. (Where I got groped, macked on, and watched a couple of smurfs make out with each other. Faaaaabulous.)

Then on actual Halloween I dressed up as Eddie from Rocky Horror, and Bek and I went to see the screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show at our local cinema. (It was HILARIOUS. I really think you should go... and if you've never been to one, prepare to get wet, have rice in your hair, toilet paper, toast and playing cards thrown at you...and maybe watch the movie ONCE before you go... Everyone is too busy yelling and sassing the screen so you can't really hear the dialogue.)

Then, AFTER the screening, I came home and stayed up until almost 4 in the morning, writing the first 500 words of my novel and covering myself in gel food colouring to take Tyler Durden/Fight Club inspired pictures, just for fun. (Note: It stains. Just ask the right hand side of my face.)

JUST FOR FUN. As a kid I was pumped about the candy. When I was a teen I didn't really care. Now as a...whatever-category-you-wanna-put-me-in it's a time to get my groove on, get messy with pumpkin guts and to have an excuse to get creative with costumes. (Which you normally can't do without going to conventions...and even then it's a little embarrassing... Sorry cosplay geeks! I really like you, I just don't UNDERSTAND you.) I've always enjoyed theatre and acting (even though I'm BAD at it) and so Halloween is like...at least getting into costume. Half of becoming a character. Which is always fun when you spend most of your life being YOU. (Yeah, I don't mind being me most of the time but I think it's fun to be a shooting star or a hero or maybe a soap making anarchist too.)

I HAD planned on making this post longer but Halloween was a billion years ago and I should probably be writing Christmas posts if the economy has their say in this.

I'm a Halloweenie

Dear 6 people who read my blog, I promise I have lots of updates coming soon.

LOTS OF THEM.