>I’m going to do NaNoWriMo this year. I’ve attempted it several times but have either ended up “winning” with a lot of rubbish and a hell of a lot of cheating or as in the last couple of years I’ve failed dismally.
Month: October 2009
>Here’s Hoping…
>I don’t have a lot of news this week for the challenge as such BUT what news I have is relatively big news. Big news which may require some explanation.
>Evil
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>Crazy Update about my Crazy Life
>As I decided not to go to Stitch N Bitch today (would have to leave early to go to the nurse and I’m really tired) I thought I would use some of this time to update my blog instead.
>Initial thoughts on the new chair.
>I started writing a longer post about my new chair but for now some brief observations. It’s an action 3 wheelchair (invacare, don’t google it the standard ones look shit) but it has a Jay backrest on it.
>Woooo!
>I’m doing my healthy you check in post a little early because tomorrow I will hopefully be writing a post full of squee about other things.
>If by Rudyard Kipling
>I was just reading something online and it had a few lines from this poem in it. It reminded me how much I love it and I thought I would post it here.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
>Challenge Emma
>Up until 20 minutes ago I thought my plans for this evening had been cancelled. However my mother has now come to my rescue (and my Dad too really as he’s gonna drive) so they’re back on. They’re picking me up in an hour and ten minutes and in that time I need to make dinner (waiting for the oven to heat up), eat said dinner, have a shower and get dressed. Should also find my blue badge, really.
>My Tattoo
>Someone on the NaNoWriMo forums posted in the plot realism section asking for people’s stories about getting and having tattoos. They asked a lot of specific questions but I didn’t really answer those. I thought it might be interesting to share that story here.
>101 in 1001 – Item 30…
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