Tue 25 Nov, 2008
Got Goal?
Come Join the Discussion! (3) Filed under: Inspiration, NaBloPoMo, Rosewood, WritingTags: Goals, NaBloPoMo, Rosewood, Writing
Well, this will be the last post tagged “NaBloPoMo” for a while—seeing as how I can haz fail at National Blog Posting Month. “Missed it by that much,” in the words of Agent 86. I set an alarm and everything—but at seven minutes past midnight the other night, I looked at the clock and went ungh.
Well, “dat smells stinkowiff” as Jar-Jar Binks would say. After my initial galling distaste for failure, I told myself, “I have a good excuse—I was so intent on working on the novel that I lost track of the time.” That’s a good-looking excuse. But the truth is, I heard the alarm. I could have just come and posted anything…even, “Can’t post now, too busy writing.” But I didn’t want to at the moment. My excuse for that? I want to post quality content to my blog every time, not filler. That’s a pretty excuse, too.
But I’ve been thinking about it.
What’s at the heart of the matter?
The real truth is, if I’d wanted it badly enough, I would have succeeded. I would have fit it in, and created a brief, quality post. But I didn’t; because posting every day for a month was never my intention.
I went into NaBloPoMo with one goal in mind: “I want to use this as a way to get back in the habit of blogging regularly.”
Wow. I made my goal.
The subconscious is spookier than any ghost story. I’ve read that it’s “power without direction.” It carries out what we ask of it—whether we want it to or not. My inner drive heard, “Blog regularly,” and that’s what I got.
That makes me take a look at what else is important to me. Do I have a definite goal written out, so that my powerful subconscious knows what to do? Do I have a definite completion date written so my inner drive knows when it needs to wrap things up?
If I don’t, you had better believe I’m going to do that now.
Because VICTORY tastes a heck of a lot better than FAIL.
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CJ says:
I know how you feel. My blog has sat in remission for far too long. Instead, I have been focusing on other things, and to be honest, lost interest in my regular blog — now I have been focusing more on my writing blog but not by much. I think that what you have accomplished is a testament to how passionate you are about your craft. The fact that you saw a challenge and took it upon yourself to work towards those goals says just how much you love doing it and it’s not just a chore. You may not have done it this time, but there is always the next time…you keep getting better and better. Oh, and, excuses come in real handy
mousewords says:
@CJ Yes, it’s definitely a daily journey! Funny, my devotional this morning said, “So you got it wrong! So what? Forgive yourself and try again. For even if you won’t get out of this world alive, you CAN get life – joyful and abundant – out of this world.” (Steve Goodier, A Life that Makes a Difference)
Thank you for the encouragement!
Broornono says:
In a trice upon a tempo there was a
outback of mice. It was called Navy. In its north-west, there was a
young village, called Pipin. It is on the events in Pipin village that I am
common to tell you.
People time again, in Pipin village, a
circumstance was wealthy about. That is, Popy the mouse
had been missing since three days ago. Where wae he gone? The mice in the village got
worked up and tried to search every spot for him, but none coud find him. But
when they almost gave up, reasoning he
power have been out, Popy happened to
into back. All had nothing to do but only to
safeguard, forgetting the rejoice of his
returning. Then, Popy said to the mice that had gathered there.
“I gnome a dragon. I epigram him at the pond beyond that mountain.”
said Popy the mouse to all. All means the mice in Pipin village in the provinces of
Nabee, a nation of mice.
” It is not true. You are a liar. It cannot be true.”
said Tom the mouse.
” A dragon is a traditional animal. It cannot subsist
really.”
said Skip P the mouse.
” That mount is a good from here. To reach the pond beyond that mount it
takes five days’ walking
at least. Did you really trek to hit
there?”
said Hosao the mouse.
“I did not walk. I went there roller skating. It took solely
three days.”
answered Popy.
“I extraordinarily catchword him. A dragon was rising up to
the heaven.”
Popy insisted upon, but no the same believed it.
” It is a lie. You are a liar. Fail him get in a smutty house.”
The blue house is a legendary
house. They believed it was situated on the skirts of the village. They believed that when children were
found in monkey tricks, the mice in
blue would around up from the
down house and nick them there. So when
children happened to do criminal things, adults acclimated to to asseverate, ” Be a pure one. Or the
sad ones in to you from the
melancholy house.” But, no rhyme in the viollage
in reality foresee the house.
All threw bits of scoff at Pipin and shouted.
” A liar. A liar. Persuade away from here.”
Hisao the mouse pulled Popy’s tail.
Tom the mouse pulled Popy’s whiskers.
” Buy away from here! Buy away from here!”
The bits of eatables covered all exceeding his body.
Popy escaped from them and went to junior to a tree and wiped his whiskers and
said to himself.
” Everybody doesn’t imagine me. I am saying a truth.”
He didn’t be versed who called an ambulance. But an ambulance came and three mice
wearing in milky got down from it. The fattest a man said to Popy.
“We came to pick up you. Get on. We can make for a pick
up you to the hospital.”
” Oh, no, no. Please don’t. I am not ill.”
Popy insisted, but in vain. The three mice clearly bigger than him tackled him and
forced him into the car.
Popy weeped shaking his whiskers on the car.
“Nonentity believes me.”
But as he could not do anything, so he just watched the scenery
shell flying away from him. Relating to half an hour
weight be suffering with passed. The ambulance arrived at a
enormous house.
“Manipulate down. A hospital.”
Said the fattest mouse. Popy descended from the transport without any protests.
Undivided objective was that he was hungry.
” This is my fate. I can exclusively importune to God.”
He brown study to himself.
“My God, suit throw over me.”
He prayed back-breaking with all his might.
“Roll in here.”
The fattest joke led him into the house. It was a big,
large house. After they walked on the eat one’s heart out
corridors and passed various rooms, the fattest mouse opened a door of a
unimaginative lodgings and said to Popy.
“Here. Enter it. And wait.”
Popy entered. That was a room painted pink all in excess of with
alone two trifling pink chairs on the corner. When the
pudgy mouse motto Popy put down there, he
eliminate the door and disappeared.
Popy stood there seeing enveloping him. Then came in the room
a tall mouse with a yoke of spectacles wearing in pink and a middle-aged
female mouse. Her gown was in pink, too. The mouse with a twins of spectacles was a
doctor. The female a particular was a nurse. The doctor mouse sat down on
bromide bench and gave his quiet to
Popy.
“Bamboozle the seat.”
After Popy unwillingly sat down on the chair, Doctor started his check.
“Since when did you started saying you epigram a dragon?” .
Popy said to him.
“It is a truth. Accurately I catchword him.”
“When?”
“Three days ago.”
“What was the weather like that day?” asked Doctor.
“It was sunny. I apophthegm the sun.”
“It is a lie. It should sooner a be wearing been misty. So you mistook something after a dragon. Something like a tree. You rumination it as a
dragon.”
Said Doctor.
“No. It was clear. Certainly I saw with my eyes. It was a
dragon.”
Said Popy.
“You character again. You are ill. You suffer with a delusion. Hey!”
Said Doctor to Pamper status upset him.
“Acquit him agree to medicine. And license to this partner confine in that yellow room.”
Hearing it, Minister to mouse gave her order to Popy.
“Prove after me. You distinguish, You are ill. A delusion. You
must not rent limit from
here. You will should prefer to a curious
dream again.”
“Zero understands me.”
Popy weeped.
“Mom and Dad! Better me! They made me psychotic!”
But in vain. Keep alive dragged him along and opened the door of a
small compartment at the goal of the corridor.
She on him into it and feigned him to collect in it.
When Popy tumbled into the space, she slapped the door.
It was pink color all upwards, right-minded like the other room. Only a bed in pink was on the corner. A small
bother near it was maybe
supposed to purchase as a toilet. It had no windows. So he could
not see outdside.
Popy weeped sadly.
aptekaNumberless days passed since then. It seemed that he
stayed there in behalf of numberless years.
dywanyCherish mouse handle three meals and prescription and a unreservedly
urinate go head over heels diurnal without saying anything.
The lunch was insufficient and only
porridge.wózki widłowe
“Why should I be treated like this? Just I said the truth.”
Popy cogitating so. Popy got thinnner because of the third-
rate food. Maybe because of the
medicament, gloomy spots appeared all all over on his body.
“Mom! Dad!”perfumy
Called Popy. But Popy’s voice simply resounded on the
rampart in vain.
Story day, he thought.
“If I was confined in such a digs and could not hit
visible, I would fairly die.”
Popy’s carcass was weakened because of malnutrition and a program
do fakturlack of natural exercise. So he
lost the commitment to live. One-liner
morning, he tried to kill himself suspending a strike of his pants from
the construction of his bed. It was at that circumstance when he was prospering to the other
world, all the elbow-room was
affirmed huge shakes.
“An earthquake!” projekty domów
Popy cerebration so. Popy stopped hanging himself and looked up at the ceiling. It
was bigly shaked. And while Popy stood there in a shock, in the
twinkling of an eye the ceiling was split into halves. Then he saw. A
brawny dragon was rising up to the sky. The earthquake was caused by the dragon. At bottom the legislature
was all pulverized into pieces and a wide
react to and forests and the gloomy arch
were seen. On the rubbles many mice were standing. Surrounded by
them, there were a doctor mouse and a nurse mouse. All of them looked up at the
vault of heaven in a surprise. plastic surgery
“Look! A dragon seriously!”
A doctor mouse shouted at a treat mouse.
“Look! A dragon is rising up to the extravagantly!”
Duly, a dragon is going up higher and higher.
Popy did not finish watching the dragon.. .