Is it just me, or is time flying lately? I've been seeing more activity around the internets about National Novel Writing Month because, holy crap, it's just around the corner! My tactic for this November is to not even pretend I'm going to persevere and finish. My version of reverse psychology. I'll let you know how that turns out. What are your plans? Got a novel you've been itching to get out?
I know Seeking Elevation does, even if she doesn't yet. I try never to pick the same writer back to back but I couldn't help myself this week. I might have to ask her to take the month of November off from 100 Words and devote her energies to NaNoWriMo just so I don't get called out for playing favorites. But yeah, this piece socked me:
My children have started characterizing things by manner of exclusion. Fish are not birds. It is not raining. They are not adults.
I am not wondering what the skin under your jaw tastes like. Your ribs are not Braille; your hip is not for me to know. I am not imagining myself in front of you, mouthing the words, “Let me.”
I am not answering a ringing phone.
It happens. You think you have all the information, and then suddenly the aperture gets widened. Light gets in; you’re left clutching things that are falling, defining yourself by what you’re not.
Currently I'm reading Bloomberg's special edition tribute to Steve Jobs. He was truly an amazing man of high standards who gifted us with his drive and talents. Rest in peace Steve, you left a mark on this world that will not soon be forgotten.
Pulled from the tribute, and one of Steve Job's quotes, the word is:
"The only way to be satisfied is to do what you believe is great work." ~Steve Jobs, 1955-2011