Life is catching up to NaPoWriMo

It's been weeks since I even thought about this. 30 in 30 for 2016? It's been 3 years since I even tried to really write a big grip of poems. Hell it's been a long time since I wrote any poems, so the entire thing should be an interesting exercise for me.

I haven't been entirely ignoring my goal of 30 poems in 30 days for this year. I just hadn't really realized that I was ignoring this for quite so long. I swear I had good intentions and wanted regular updates. HA! Good intentions never get me far with my goals, but that's okay. Losing them would probably make me a much more bitter person. Besides, I work better with a deadline.

My plan so far has been to fill a list with titles for poems and just expand it until I've got more than 30 (currently at 45). No real idea what sort of poem any of them are, but the titles popped up in my head as I was thinking about the process. I am not one to fight inspiration when it rears its big face in the center of my thoughts. I'm planning to post each and every one of them regardless of how awful they may feel to me. The main idea behind the entire thing is just to force yourself to write as much as possible. That is something I'm pretty sure I can handle.

All this being said, real life has made it a habit of pulling all of my attention away from the creative and lofty ideas that I have running through my head. It hasn't all been bummers and burns though. A big part of my distractions from creative stuff over the past few months has been due to playing more and more tabletop RPGs with my friends. I've got no complaints about that...well almost no complaints, but the complaints I do have are not related to my time usage (Is it so much to ask that the players learn the rules after 6 or 7 session so I don't feel like I'm playing with myself the entire time?). I am actually much better at keeping up in my GM blog, but then I spend a lot more time with my head wrapped up in those games.

My first bike, aka my main means of transportation, since I was in college decided to give up on life after 5,000 miles or so:

There is supposed to be more handlebar there.

Not only did the handlebars give up on life, but they gave up on life right as I was trying to cross a busy main street during my morning commute. Spent a few weeks getting driven around everywhere and hating it. Then I got this beautiful brown and blue baby boy right here:

The bike is the baby boy I meant, not the bearded weirdo in the blue hoody

Then over the weekend I managed to bust a spoke and bend my rear axle, cause apparently I ride the thing like a bat outta hell. Took it into the shop and got it fixed the next day. My buddy at the shop said he had people with the same bike for 6 or 7 months that showed less wear on them than I had in the month and a half or so I had mine. Kind of took a bit of pride in that. Even if that really means I'm gonna ride this bike into the ground.

Hopefully Friday will be the next post and it'll be a poem, but I usually get pulled away from all my creative follow-ups by other stuff. Here's hoping that won't be the case. <}3