NaNoWriMo: Week 2

My inner editor must die.

Seriously.

As I continue to get encouragement emails from the main NaNoWriMo people as well as my regional leader, I keep finding myself doing all the wrong things which they said would happen anyway.

I can’t just keep writing things out; I go back and rework things as I go.  And that’s not really the point of NaNoWriMo.

Being a blogger also doesn’t help as I try to rein things in to keep you folks interested.  It has become a second nature for me to start cringing when what I’m working on started to get lengthy.

And the biggest obstacle of all: time.  I have been doing great typing away on the bus on my way to work.  As a matter of fact, I think I’m going to keep up with this productive habit so my blog would not lapse this much ever again.  Writing at lunch was also good now that I have an office with a door I can close.  When I have a time schedule set up, I’m on it and productive as heck.

In comes the weekend.

I thought I would do all sorts of catching up and making great ways on the weekend and in the evenings.  Oh boy have I been wrong!  By the time I was done with dinner and cleared a show or two out of the DVR, it was time for bed.  The weekend rolled around and because of my social life, I would find myself with a couple hours break…which, selfishly, I would rather watch the Graham Norton Show than work on the computer.

And in a way, I guess there’s a part of me that’s still doing the emotional running away. You can’t possibly imagine all the time I spent on the couch watching TV after mommy died. It was crazy.

The more I write, the more I become aware of how much of my mom’s last few years I had missed.  The guilt of having been away the entire time is nipping at my heels every time I turn on the netbook.  That is probably why I never quite gotten far. Damn guilt.

But I’m aware of it. And I’m trying to work through it. At the end of the month, I will definitely have 17,000 words written. I will make good of that promise. I really want to see what I kind of book I’m going to end up with at the end.

For sure, there are all these holes in the draft I must fill in from all those times I wasn’t there.  Hopefully, doing so will also fill the corresponding holes in my heart.

Thanks again for being here for me!

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NaNoWriMo: Week 1

It’s been an entirely unexpected and interesting journey only one week in.  4,869 is the word count I have on the 8th day of this challenge. Ideally, I should be around 13,300 words.  I start to wonder if I could ever make 50,000 words.  But I promise you, I’ll at least write as much as your donation. That I will do.

First of all, balancing the time between my numerous hobbies and activities, as you all know, during USC football season has proven to be challenging.  Secondly, my inner editor won’t shut the hell up.  I guess that’s a major pitfall of someone who writes short and concise pieces for a living.

And finally, typing through tears is kind of hard.

I know going in that writing a memoir about my mom is going to be difficult.  Band-aids are definitely being ripped open and healed over in almost an instant.  The physical pain in my chest still needs a little getting used to.  Thank god that I have an office now so nobody has to see my occasional bloodshot eyes.  But the warm and fuzzy feeling when I got the words out is quite rewarding.

Then came the news of a dear friend who has recently been diagnosed with lymphoma.  He has just begun his treatment and has a long road ahead of him.

Real life and memories meet on the pages of my Word document, and bring with them feelings I’ve long since put away or learned to live with.

Expecting the best and the worst at the same time was something I perfected when my mom was sick.  While I never gave up on her treatment options, at the same time I resigned to the fact that she might never make it.  I guess so I wouldn’t be disappointed with either outcome.

It seemed I’ve applied that to everything else since then.

So, while I know I might not make it to 50,000, I’m not giving up  NaNoWriMo effort.

I’m also not giving up on the friend.

(And yes, I’m adding this to my word count. So we’re at 5,209 now. It’s a preface material, no?)

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NaNoWriMo here I come

We’re in October now and I’ve realized I’m not doing entirely well on my 2010 goals.  Determined to accomplish something this year and inspired by my friend Irena, I’ve decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month – NaNoWriMo, in November.

NaNoWriMo is is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved. So, staring November 1 and wrapping up on November 30, participants are aspired to write 50,000 words or about 175 pages novel.  It doesn’t have to be completed. It doesn’t have to be edited.  As they call it, “It’s all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.”

That’s right. 50,000 words in 30 days.  For scale, one page of single spaced Times font size 12 has about 525 words.  That’s about 95 pages of written word I have to crank out.

Hopefully, by November 30, I will have a draft of a memoir on my hands.

“Folder of Fortune” will be a memoir based on a folder full of notes my mother took from her visits to fortune tellers, numerologists, and psychics of Thailand. With mom’s due diligent in checking to see the accuracy of these readings, the folder full of little pieces of paper and torn pages of notebooks hold the key to my family’s past, present, and future.

Now, to keep me motivated, I’m going to raise fund for this pursuit.  $1 for every 100 words.  That’s $500 for 50,000 words!  The more you pledge, the more I will write!

NaNoWriMo is put on by Office of Letters and Light so naturally folks would raise fund for them.  You can too.

However, since this memoir will be in the memory of my mother, I’d like to raise the money for her and my grandfather’s foundation back in Thailand instead.

The General Mangkorn Phromyothi Foundation was founded in my grandfather’s name but with my mom’s love for education in mind.  My grandfather was Thailand’s Minister of Education back in the days so the Ministry of Education asked to use his name for the newly established foundation for their Teacher’s Training Program.  Essentially, the GMP Foundation funds the development of the training program for teachers with a goal to better prepare them to teach children in the rural area of Thailand. The Foundation also provides scholarships for those seeking training in this program.

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And you will have to trust me with your dollars as the donation is going through PayPal for me to hold onto until I transfer the chunk to Thailand at the end of NaNoWriMo.  And more importantly, US dollars are weak right now (29 Baht/$US) so to maximize your donation, we will have to wait for the rate to go back up…at least 32 baht.  (I’d rather prefer 35 baht, but who knows when we’ll get there at this point!)

So, here’s what I’ll do for you, donors.

  1. Every single penny is going to be donated. I’ll pay for all FundRazr and PayPal fees incurred on my end.
  2. On December 1, if currency is about/above 32 baht/dollar, I will send the donation home.
  3. On December 1, If currency is still below 32 baht/dollar, I will continue to keep watch and give weekly update on “In Memory of Khun Noi” Facebook Page.  The moment we get to 32 baht/dollar, I’ll make the transfer.

I hope you can support me through this journey!

10,000 Strong

I posted my 10,000th tweet today.  (And yes, I meant 10,000 when I typed 100,000…)

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It wasn’t what I expected. Like I said, twitter went bonkers just as I tried to write my composed message. It figures, doesn’t it?

So, the original 10,000th post was, instead, 10,001st. (And yes, I meant 10,001ST, not 10,001th…)

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I know it’s not just me who have forsaken their blogs, the gateway online medium.  As you can tell, I haven’t come by here much any more.  Google Search has proven it. Not that I would dare hope to hold off Gary Vaynerchuk forever for the top spot of search for “oakmonster”.  (And for the record, his is two words for an oaky wine. Mine is one for, well, me, and I’ve been around a while too.)

For some, they keep it up so well despite their daily lives. I could never blog like Rude Cactus. Daily. Without fail. Seriously, dude got a day job AND 2 kids. Where did you find the time, man?  Others are doing it as almost a profession. And some, blogging *is* their profession.

For others, they’ve moved on altogether.  Gnarly Kitty, for example, has made her name right here on the internet as the Thai “it” girl of blogs, but has since moved on to twitter and tumblr only.

But me? I’m still keeping this space despite it all.  Call me sentimental. But some days, all you really want is an evening in front of your computer with a glass of wine.

And here I am thinking, god, only a month from NaNoWriMo. How am I going to fucking make THAT happen if I can’t even keep up the fucking blog that makes me!  What was *I* snorting when I put that on my 2010 goals!?!?!  However, I do have an idea for a memoir…

How do y’all do it, making time for your blog? Want to share some thoughts? And if you’ve done NaNoWrimo, what planet are you from, pray tell?

Mid-30s Crisis

It started with this picture of me with Olivia Munn.

Forgot to send to #fb. Me and @oliviamunn. What's. Up.

I know she’s all professionally made up for the show and she’s already GORGEOUS.  But I looked at myself and thought: Fuck, I look like crap.

As I might have blogged about before, I don’t really like make-up.  I don’t like the feel of it. I don’t like the maintenance of it. But at 33…and another look at that picture…I’m rethinking that a little bit.

Armed with internet tips for doing make-up for girls with glasses, I adapt an easy new routine.  I’m already using tinted moisturizer, so I’m adding aqua pencil liner, my favorite cream blush, a little mascara and curler action, and lip tint blended with lip balm.

The first day I did it, Nhien noticed right away.  I don’t think anyone else did.  LOL.  So I gave it a week to see if I could maintain it.  And as it turns out, I can.  And I’m doing it!

After I reevaluate my face, serendipitously, other new things started to change too. Or maybe I’m starting to notice them more.

Holy crap. I’m having a little bit of a mid-30s crisis!

Naturally, after I upgrade my face, I decided on upgrading my work wardrobe.  Most things I have in there are either handed down from someone or things I don’t really like to wear.  So, I consulted Brandon and then my fashion forward friends and I dropped a bit of money on buying new nice shirts, pants, and cardigans.

I did get my hair highlighted reddish a few months ago. And I’m thinking about going in to get it redone fire engine red. But we shall see.

I’ve changed my beauty habit and my clothes.  But the biggest change of all is internal.

I am much braver at going out solo than I have ever been before.

And you’d think of all people I shouldn’t be scared of going it alone.  I mean, I’ve danced in front of hundreds of people as Zombie Slave Princess Leia after all!  If I can do THAT, going to events by myself should be a piece of cake, right?

Well, *I* didn’t know THAT.  LOL

Originally, going solo wasn’t by choice. At all.  Since there are a LOT of things I’d want to do that Brandon doesn’t have any interests in, I have to make new friends.  And I have.  But once in a while I found myself dialing down my phone list to find no one available…or interested in doing all that crazy shit that I do.  LOL.  Normally, if I have no buddy, I would cancel that plan and miss out on the event.

But I was determined to go to Phototasting event even after Gregg had to back out.  So, I grew some balls and I went alone anyway.  I had a wonderful time!

The proverbial light bulb went on in my head with accompanying proverbial “ding!”

Oh my god. Going out by yourself is totally fine!  Hellooooo!

What was I doing when I was single then if I don’t like going out by myself, you ask?  I am both a social butterfly AND a homebody. So those days when I was alone, I was either out with friends or perfectly fine alone at home.  I never thought I’d be going OUT alone.

I still feel a twinge guilty for not doing stuff with Brandon–who is perfectly fine being a home playing MMORPG with his buddies.  But I’m working hard on not issuing myself a ticket to that guilt trip.

Having gain my solo confidence, I signed up to join a GuerilLA improv “mission” without anyone going with me…which so far all of the past events I have missed was because I had no one to go with.  The result is this spectacular surprise musical we dropped on unsuspecting crowd at Universal CityWalk.  (Thanks Gregg for the video!)

And by product of that, I also abandoned Brandon’s family visiting from New Mexico for a day to run amok with other “Yellow Shirts” in Santa Monica ( Thai people don’t panic. It’s not what you think it is…heehee.) for ipOddyssey: an MP3 experiment. (Thanks Gen for the video!)

New make up. New clothes. New frame of mind.  All started because of Olivia Munn.  That figures. LOL.

Well, a life crisis doesn’t complete unless you get a new car, right?  Lotus Elise, darling, mama’s coming for you…

…in, like, 10 years when I actually have a midlife crisis…after a refresher course on driving stick shift…and a race car driving class.

In the meantime, I’m just going to continue working on my life. 🙂

Oakley & (Lotus) Elise: BFF

Universal Alignment

A lot has happened since I got back from Costa Rica.  As I was coming to grip with how to take life a little bit easier, this shit went down in Bangkok.

“How Did Thailand Come to This?” indeed.  (And this report is pretty accurate and surprisingly unbiased.)

My family home is literally in the war zone.  I mean, they had been since the Red Shirts camped out not 200 meters down the street.  Everyone is safe now, but my dad and brother, my uncle and his family, and our family maid were more or less held hostage by all of the activities all around.

My brother did take a heroic run to take an elderly neighbor with a heart condition to the hospital and returned home with food and supplies to stock up.  And he did it again the day after the city was ablaze, to take my dad with a severely painful “stuck shoulder” to the doctor.  Ah, calcific tendonitis, calcification of the tendons in the shoulder! You know just when to reveal yourself!

I didn’t realize I’ve inherited my mom’s ability to worry too much.

Hellooo anxiety!  Thanks for visiting.

I’m sure the level of angst I had since last Tuesday was multiplied by each mile away from Bangkok.  And that inadvertently made me shut down and mentally run away again.

Ask Brandon what I’ve been doing these past few evenings. That’s right. I sat in front of the TV and didn’t move.  The good ol’ self defense mechanism when things got too much for me to handle, I just ran away into TV Land.

As things seem to be returning to normal in my hometown, I came across another fork in the road of life.

But making the decision on which direction to take wasn’t a problem.  It seems things have been decided for me already.

Those who have read “The Alchemist” know this well: “When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.”

So many things happened to so many aspects of my life these past few weeks.

First, a few weeks ago, Brandon and I were deciding what to do for Memorial Day weekend.  Do we stay? Do we go?

Do you want to go to Monterey to re-do our disastrous first romantic getaway or go to Hearst Castle?  How about Joshua Tree before it gets hot?  We couldn’t decide but we know for sure we didn’t want to be in town.

Then I saw posts from our friends in Portland.  And I was reminded that we told them we’d going to visit them this year. Why not now?

Cheech’s dad is visiting but he’s leaving tomorrow morning, leaving him enough time to clean up and be our host.  Matt and Traci are lined up for dinner on Saturday night, and Rachel for Sunday breakfast.

And then just last week, another universal alignment.

Did you know that I’ve always wanted to do archery?  I don’t recall having shot any arrows when I was in Thailand, but I sure as heck ran to the booth the first time we went to Renaissance Faire. I was in love with the long bow.  But I didn’t quite find time or resources to explore further or take it up.

Then I started to go to shooting range with Brandon and his colleagues.  As much as I like to shoot firearms, I don’t really care for the noise.  I’d prefer something quite as deadly but a lot quieter.  We’re back to the archery conversation. And again, it didn’t go anywhere.

And then, out of the clear blue sky, Brandon’s coworker posted something on Facebook about his daughter doing archery class. He found out a new range has recently opened in Los Alamitos.  He was telling me as we got in the car to go get dinner.  But he suddenly changed his mind about where to eat and we ended up at Pasties…which is down the road from the Archery Outpost.

We popped in and I already felt right at home.  We chatted with the friendly staff, and got the tour of the place and a bit of the history of this family business.

This comes in the heel of my decision to step further back from my involvement with Thrill the World Los Angeles.

The universe couldn’t have been clearer about its plan for me.