Why

For the past two years, I've done this crazy thing called NaNoWriMo (pronunciations vary. Pronounce it like the first syllables of the words "National Novel Writing Month," which is what it stands for, and you've probably got it). As the name implies, it involves writing a novel. In a month. That month happens to be November, which will be starting on Thursday.

I've managed to complete the 50,000 word goal both of the past two years, and while I'm going to participate this year, winning (the NaNo term for reaching that goal) may not be an option. College is busy, and I don't want to lose sleep and sanity over this. So if it gets to be too much, I'll have to stop. Some things, like research projects, final papers, and sanity are in fact more important than a first-draft novel. It might not be easy – my mentality in the past has been "if I do NaNo, I have to win" – but I think this month will be good for me. I need to train that perfectionist in me to show up at the appropriate times, and I need to convince myself that this isn't one of them.

Because of the thirty day deadline, NaNo novels aren't usually good. In fact, they're usually pretty bad. It's a quantity-over-quality kind of situation. This is why when people ask if they can read it, I'm a little hesitant. As a mostly nonfiction writer, NaNo is my biggest foray into the world of fiction, so most of my fiction is pretty bad. I'm more willing to share some of my nonfiction poetry and prose than I am to share my fiction.

Usually, when I tell people I'm going to write a novel in a month, they say one of two things: either "You're crazy!" or "Why?" I already know I'm crazy, so I'm going to tackle the second question for a minute.

Why write a novel? Why write a draft that I already know isn't going to be good? Why spend so much time with something like that? Or, for that matter, why write at all?

In response, here are just a few of the things I've learned through NaNo and through being a writer:

First, I write because I must. For me, writing is a way that I express myself, and this world would be a pretty dull place if none of us expressed ourselves. We were created to be uniquely us, and bottling that up inside don't often do us much good.

Second, I write because I learn. I've already mentioned that writing, especially this month, teaches me to put my perfectionism away and just go. It teaches me to turn toward my inner editor that says, "No, this will never be good enough. You'll never be good enough," and say in response, "Yup, I know. And that's why I'm doing it anyway."

Third, I write because I love. NaNo is a unique experience of writing in community. There's something bonding about sitting alongside other people who are also furiously churning out (or furiously trying to churn out) words into that first draft. We bounce ideas off each other. We challenge each other to keep going.

Finally, I write because I am. My writing, and yes, even my bad writing, is a little glimpse into who I am. By writing, I can show the way the world is and the way the world could be. Even if it's a silly little story set in a generic fairytale universe, I have a story that wants to be told. I write because in my writing, I can bring shalom. I can bring glory to God.

If you want to follow along with my progress this November, take a look at the graph over here once the month gets underway. My blogging will probably be a bit less frequent, but I'll try to put up a thing or two. It might be all NaNo-related. It might not. I don't know.

But whatever the case, I'll be writing.

The Adventures of Batty and Black: College Edition

Sometimes I like to doodle. I am not an artist. There are about three things I can draw: hippos, rocket ships, and hippos in rocket ships. Sometimes I can draw dinosaurs, but it has to be a good day to get a good dinosaur.

My siblings and I used to draw these little creatures called "chao" (said like "chow") from a Sonic game. Lately I've been doodling them. I don't really know why. Maybe because they take very little skill to draw, at least in the style I draw them.

(Yes, I have been paying attention in class.)

This is a chao. (Sorry, I know the pictures aren't great.)

And this is Batty. He's the main character of the chao comic strips I used to draw.

Batty was a weird little guy. He liked to eat words.

And do random things like go parachuting.

Unfortunately, it didn't always work out so well for him.

But he always made it out okay in the end.

He liked to sleep a lot.

And eat chao fruit.

He lived in a hole in the ground...

...with his brother, Black.

They also had a little sister named Sunsun.

Batty and Black would race the other chao while riding on a fridge with wheels.

But they were usually beaten by Pickles and Joy, who rode on a star.

And their friends Ghostly and Gray beat all of them, except I can't remember what they rode.

Someone remind me to go over my Greek textbook with a heavy duty eraser if I sell it when I'm done with this course.

Combing, Foraging, Scouring

I used to like the word "searching." It's not a bad word. It makes me think of a medieval type fairy tale or something. You know, the intrepid adventurers set out on their valiant quest to seek out the lost princess/evil dragon/legendary treasure/wish-granting fountain/magical herb/etc etc. The search high and low until they find their goal, and then they come back home to glory, honor, feasting, and a happily ever after. The end.

The problem comes in when somewhere between steps two and three, they run into some difficulties, and they discover they're doing a whole lot of searching and a whole lot less finding. Because searching gets old after a while if they're not finding anything. Then they just want to give up, forget about finding the lost princess/evil dragon/legendary treasure/wish-granting fountain/magical herb/etc etc, and go home and sleep. However, they do not become famous and get glory, honor, feasting, and a happily ever after, because no one wants to read a fairy tale about the guy who gave up and went back to bed.

This is why I don't see my phone being made into a fairy tale any time soon. Or my Wi-Fi connection.

...or me, judging by my ability to lose the same pencil three times in one study session. And it was in the same place all three times.

Sigh.

Topsy-Turvy

Tuesdays are weird. Well, not always. Sometimes my friends and I use them to be silly (like when people ask us things – "Do you like ______?" "Only on Tuesdays."). But some Tuesdays are just weird in themselves.

Take today, for example. I had Greek. That was normal. I was tired. That was also, unfortunately, somewhat normal. Then I went to CMS (Congregational and Ministry Studies). That was normal. Except we got out early. That was not normal. This meant I actually had time for lunch before Religion at 12:05. That was also not normal. So I texted my friend who's in Religion with me to see if she wanted to have lunch together before class. She replied that Religion was cancelled. So I checked my email, and sure enough, no Religion class today.

Suddenly I have no class until Prelude at 6:30. This is very bizarre. I am used to Tuesday being a busy day.

Not to complain about it, though – more time to study for my CMS midterm on Thursday. And that's definitely a good thing.

But for now, anyway, I'm off to lunch.

Ancient Greek Is Actually Applicable To My Life

Well, maybe.

Greek 101 is always a bit of an adventure. It's a bit overwhelming at times – new alphabet, new language, new rules that come with new alphabet and new language – and sometimes it's just kind of crazy. Plus there's lots of vocab to remember, and I have to know all the accents and different forms and the gender of the words. Crazy.

Studying Greek vocab can actually be pretty interesting, though – like with studying Latin vocab, there are a lot of English words that come from the Greek. The more obvious ones are helpful (like δημοκρατίᾱ, δημοκρατίᾱς, ἡ – or demokratia, demokratias to use a more familiar alphabet. It means democracy). The less obvious ones expand my English vocabulary (to go with a Latin example, melior, melius means better. We get the English word ameliorate from it).

And then there are the ones that jump out because they're just awesome little discoveries. In this case, I was reading my vocab aloud and I came across εἰρήνη, εἰρήνης, ἡ – eirene, eirenes to roughly transliterate it. Spoken, it sounds kind of like erin-ay, and it means peace.

I did a little research online and found that most sites that have the etymology of the name Erin attribute it to the Irish (its possible meanings are peacemaker and Ireland). I also discovered a bit about Erin/Éire/Ériu, a goddess from Irish mythology – legend has it she and her sisters Fodla and Banba represented love, peace, and hope or joy. Éire was believed to be the goddess of peace as well as the patron goddess of Ireland. As I learned in class, the name Irene for sure comes from the Greek word.

I don't know if the Irish word actually comes from the Greek, but they sound alike and have the same meaning, and that's good enough for me.