NaNoWriMo has always been a welcome respite from the savages who inhabit Buckeye Nation, but this year, it has been more of a chore than a joy. So, I’m going public and announcing that I’ve tanked for this year. It was not an easy decision to make. When you begin to actually dread pulling up the Word program, and approach the night’s NaNoWriMo writing the way you would a endoscopy or a prostate exam, it’s time to reevaluate. So, all the signs were there. And, as Gandhi would say, “The only tyrant I accept is the still, small voice within me.” Said tyrant has told me that NaNoWriMo is not meant to be this year. I’m a little sad, a little disappointed, but those emotions come with relief. I think the story I’m writing can do well, without all the unnecessary word tonnage that this competition encourages. I definitely can do better when there is no 30-day deadline and minimum word count is not hanging over my head like a wake of vultures.
Maybe the title of this entry should have been “NaNoWriMo, Day the Last.”
I consoled myself by reveling in my good luck at Goodwill after work. For a mere $18 and tax, I am the proud owner of Basic Library of the World’s Greatest Music, a 24-volume set of LPs featuring classical composers and their greatest compositions. My parents had this set when I was a child, and I remember how it took up much of the space in the record drawer of their Magnavox console. I’ve sought a copy for years, and almost bought the set on eBay for about $100, but today I feel good about making the trip to Goodwill. (It is not a 100% complete set, so if anyone reading this blog is willing to part with Volumes 8, 10, 11, 12, 14, 16, and 24, send me a private message!) This is a wonderful collection, and I am surprised that no compact disk edition of it exists. Once I came home, I signed into Collectorz.com and meticulously logged each album.
I wrote earlier this week about my new Olympus VN-7100 digital voice recorder. I’ve had to replace my camera this week as well. My beloved Kodak EasyShare is no more. I knocked it off an end table and broke its battery door. Electronically, the camera is probably fine, but that’s rather useless when the batteries keep sliding out.
So, I bit the bullet and I ordered a Nikon Coolpix S3600. It’ll get its first real workout tomorrow, when I make a day trip to Athens. I have to see the ruins of The Union firsthand. (Going to Athens to visit ruins–there’s a precedent there!) The purpose of this journey is why I didn’t use the phrase “baptism of fire”. I managed to try out the camera today, when I shot two pictures of the stacks of albums to post on Vinyl Records Forever.
A year has passed, so the doctors at the Ross Heart Hospital are avidly awaiting my arrival Monday morning so they can take a look at my aneurysm and see how far it’s dilated, if at all. In the last few days, I’ve had some pain under my left arm, and during yesterday’s walk around the Convention Center, I climbed a single flight of steps and had a hard time catching my breath by the time I reached the top. (Weaving my way through patrons of the Ohio Star Ball–a ballroom dance convention–was an athletic feat all its own.) But, I’m still here, so I’m not going to worry too much about it. I will have to skip my morning yogurt and banana Monday morning–that is on its way to becoming a habit.
At least I won’t be walking in the Convention Center tomorrow, when it hosts the Yu-Gi-Go! Regional Qualifying Tournament. That’s a relief.
I just heard The Alan Parsons Project’s “Can’t Take It With You,” a great song to hear as you meditate on mortality.