Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Thursday, November 17, 2011

On Writing and Speeches

I don't have a lot of time to write this blog post, so I'll keep it short. I only really have two things to talk about this time anyway. Though given my track record of waxing on and on about just one topic for an entire blog post, perhaps I'm actually being too ambitious. Who knows.

Point one: I am faltering in my commitment to NaNoWriMo. Well, perhaps I could phrase that better. My attempt at NaNoWriMo is faltering. I still really, really want to do it and desperately wish I could pound out the 50k by the end of the month. But unfortunately, I'm about 10k behind where I should be right now. And that's just following the 1666 words a day that they recommend, not the 2000 words a day I was aiming at.

Why has this happened? Well, to be frank, I got a little slammed by life. Spent multiple long nights preparing stuff for classes, then played host over a weekend to some visitors. Then there was the daimyo parade that I'd committed to go to a long time before. And then there was the speech that I had to give. All of this sort of took away any free time I had to do writing. Because, as it stands, I still have my normal work hours, during which I can't really write for the most part, and I have to go to Judo twice a week.

I did get a little writing done at work between classes on Friday, but Friday is the only day I can do that. Tuesday to Thursday, I don't have a computer at work and Monday I have classes back to back all day.

Okay, so I do have some time on Thursday (today) that I could be writing. My excuse for not writing is as follows: in spite of my long sleep last night, I'm still mentally exhausted and could not muster the effort to write prose. As well, my momentum has been completely shot. Which means that getting myself going on this writing thing every day is an uphill battle that I pretty much consistently lose. And today, all that effort has gone into this blog post.

On a happier note, though, this blog is writing. That means that I may be developing a little momentum that I can carry into the weekend. I have no big plans this weekend (except a short trip to the nearby mall that shouldn't interfere with writing), so I have the time. It's just a matter of getting the motivation and energy together to get it done.

Which brings me to Point Two: I mentioned it earlier, but I had to give a speech recently. It was... an interesting affair. Let me describe what happened.

About a week ago, a rather influential townsperson came into the office (my desk is in city hall) and asked the board of education to set aside some time for me to give a speech to the local rotary club. After they had agreed that I had the time to do it, they called me over and asked me to do it. Which meant, of course, that I had no choice in the matter as they had decided without me.

No matter, I would have agreed to do it anyway. But then it was strongly suggested that I do the speech in Japanese. Now, my Japanese is definitely not strong enough to give a decent speech. And on top of that, they said I could talk about anything I wanted. Yay lack of direction.

I ended up talking to another ALT in my town who had given such a speech already and she suggested I basically translate the statement of purpose I had written to get into the JET programme in the first place. So I looked at my statement of purpose, then promptly realized it would make a terrible speech and that I had no idea how to translate half the stuff in it anyway. So instead I stayed up writing something else until the wee hours of the morning, just a few hours before actually giving the speech. Basically, I wrote about internationalization and how I thought it was important. Whatever.

After my last class ended at my morning school, the aforementioned influential townsperson picked me up in her car and drove me to the rotary club. Now, I've never been to a rotary club before, so I didn't really know what to expect. I knew there would be lots of rich people. As far as I knew, the Rotary Club is just a club for rich people to gather and pretend they have a social life. Or something. I really don't know.

Turned out to be pretty much exactly that. It was 95% male and over 60. They all wore blazers and sat in their chair with an air of comfortable indifference. The meeting started with a chorus of voices singing the Rotary Club Anthem (or, what I'm guessing was the Rotary Club Anthem - it was in Japanese). That was kind of surprising. I tried (and largely failed) to follow along. Then we sat down, had an excellent and very typically Japanese bento lunch.

Then there was this other thing that I thought was kinda weird. Anyone who wanted to stand up and say what they were thankful for could do so, provided they pay 1000 yen (about $13). Pretty much everyone went for it. Totally don't understand what that was about, but whatever. Maybe it was just an excuse to donate money to the club? I don't know.

Anyway, after that, I gave me speech, answered a few questions, got paid, and left. Oh yeah, I got paid. That was cool. Kinda makes me wish I gave a better speech. Actually, makes me wish I wrote the speech in English because, guess what? There was a TRANSLATOR! Yay for telling me to speak Japanese when I could have done a better job in English! -_-

No, I'm not bitter. Not at all.

Haha, I kid. At the end of the day, I don't really care that much. But given that they paid to see me speak, I wish I could have done a better job. Oh well.

Time's up. I was going to post a translation of my speech, but I gotta go to my evening classes. Ciao!

~Jeffles

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Daily Bread

Hey, been a while. How's things? Wife and kids doing alright? Good, good...

Good god. Let there never be a day when I actually say those things in earnest.

It's interesting that when I sit down to write these blog entries, I often find it difficult to actually think of things to write about. This is interesting because it's not as if I have nothing to write about. Quite literally, every single day is packed. I don't have one weekend to myself this month and I haven't had a weekend to myself since coming to Japan two months ago. Already, next month's weekends are getting taken up.

Yeah, that last one's gonna be a bit of a problem. You see, I've been planning for a while to take part in NaNoWriMo. For those of you too lazy to click though the link, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. Frankly, the name is a bit of a misnomer; it's actually quite international.

At any rate, the goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days (that's November 1st to November 30th). Whip out your calculator, please. Yes, you are quite correct, those numbers mean that any bright-eyed NaNoWriMo Writer must churn out a paltry 1,667 words a day. Me being the busy bee that I am, I'm aiming for 2000 words a day. That should give me a buffer of 5 days to slack off-- I mean, 5 days in case of emergency.

Alternatively, I could just write an extra 10,000 words. But let's be serious here.

This word count means that time is of the essence. It's not easy to write 2000 words a day. And it's even more difficult to write 2000 good words a day. That takes time, which the prospective writer does not exactly have a lot of. When, further, weekends and weeknights are being snatched from the writer's grasp by hungry socialites, life suddenly becomes very difficult.

I don't really know where I'm going with this. Perhaps I just wish to illustrate the insanity involved in this task. Perhaps I'm indulging in a bit of that self-loathing that I keep hearing people like to sometimes do. Well! Enough of that. I will conquer this task and I will become the next Earnest Hemingway and Luke, I am your father.

Sorry, got a bit carried away there.

Recently, the temperature has dropped significantly. I'm talking 20 degrees, plus the sudden absence of humidity, and just within the last two weeks. Suddenly I'm wearing sweaters, long pants, and jackets to work. It feels like just yesterday I was sweating through both my undershirt and work shirt without even moving. As I am a staunch opponent of cold weather, this is frightening to me. But the bright side of this is momiji (the autumn change of the leaves' color).

This weekend is a long weekend due to that most sacrosanct of Japanese holidays: Health and Sports Day. As a result, I'm heading to Kyoto with a fellow ALT from my town. Kyoto, the cultural center of Japan, is particularly known for its momiji. Around here, the world is still largely a verdant green. But there are signs of change. The rice fields have turned into a thousand pools of sunny yellow. Scattered across the bike paths are dead, fallen leaves. Things are changing. My hope is that in Kyoto, momiji has begun.

I'll let you know later how it goes. 'Till then, take care. And don't forget to feed the children. They need their daily bread, you know.

~Jeffles