An Hour I Give

An Hour I give, an Hour I take away.

Fall has been a favorite season of mine for a while now,
And besides the fact that I can wear longer sleeves and enjoy stepping through crunchy leaves,
is Daylight Savings.
When we gain an extra hour until our body clocks get us back on schedule.
Its much better then in the Spring when we loose an hour. Bleck.

I was taught a saying by my mom to help me remember which way the hours go when spring and fall come.

In the Spring you Spring forward
In the Fall you Fall back.

It kind of came upon my unexpectedly this year....I think I'm still used to the time changing in October, not November....but at least it wasn't Spring when the hour comes sooner then expected instead of later lol :)

But it is something to think upon....what did you do today in your extra hour?
Same old same olds or something special?
What would you take out of your day when you loose that hour next Spring?


Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

Megamind

I have a strange obsession with movies. At least the recent ones I've seen.
And I'm not really sure why....
Perhaps its because I just happen to go see obsession worthy movies.
Or I'm just generally movie deprived...haha.
Yet I seem to get more obsessed with 'cartoon' movies then with real life movies.
I think it goes back to that -its the only movie I've seen recently that is new and good idea lol.
It started back with Princess and the Frog. I watched it with a friend last year when it came out on video (didn't see it in theatres)
I thought it was good enough to go out and buy the movie the next day so I could re-watch it.
Then How to Train your Dragon came out in Theatres.....I think i saw it twice, but I've watched it multiple times since its come out on DVD.
Perhaps I just like the overall message of the story. They both deal with the 'underdog' becoming successful. Plus there are many many quotable lines :) Funny scenes, and just overall cool epicness :) lol
Megamind has now become another movie to obsess over lol.
I just love the general idea of the movie.
I won't go into detail for those who haven't seen it yet....:)
But it is AWESOME! lol. I've seen it twice now. :)
And I love the message, the scenes, the attention to detail of how everything looks almost lifelike :)
Its a great fun family movie that has unexpected twists and turns throughout it. :)
I think maybe this movie has caught my fancy because the evil villain -megamind- is sooo likeable lol. He's like a kid, but evilly smart, very fashionable and conscious of his 'presentation' of being evil. :)
He's willing to keep being bad....even when being bad...well its not good lol. :) He's good at being bad, but never really in defeating the good guys. :)
;) but that's what makes this fun isn't it?
Without opposition how are you supposed to learn from your mistakes and better yourself?
If you haven't already I suggest you go check out Megamind. :) It got two thumbs up from me :) :) :)

Needless to say....its going to be a looooonnnggggg wait for it to come out on DVD :I

Until you next read these words;
I"ll be watching Megamind Trailers..... ;) lol *ahem* I mean...the leaves...I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

Eye can do it! Eye can do it!!

Romans 8: 24-28

For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope; for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for?
But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.
Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.
And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Vision, its kind of an interesting concept. Two eyes, one image. If you close one eye, half the image disappears. and Visversa.
Yet, it is possible for one eye to 'carry' the other.
Some eyes don't have perfect vision. One eye might see better then the other.
Yet put the eyes together and you see pretty good.
But if one eye puts in too much effort.....the whole caboodle starts to falter. Muscle tension is felt. Headaches may appear.  Your eyes might get tired.

For the longest time my left eye has been 'carrying' my right eye. -Longest meaning since my vision started going bad.....

I've basically always seen better with my left eye...or seen further. Perhaps its because I'm left handed lol. Yet, I think the past year or so my right eye has started doing more of the work.
I went to the eye doctor today....and my left eye was 'spasaming' enough that the doctor needed to give my eye a 'relaxative' to make the pupils dilate so that he could get a better picture of what my vision actually was at.
(Its kind of weird staring in a mirror and not having your pupils grow smaller...they just stay big.....lol if I were a vampire I might say "I need blood!!" :P haha.)
Poor left eye. I don't think it likes being the 'weaker' of the eyes. But I think its overworked itself.
lol I just picture somebody with a nervous tick and a crazed smile saying "No! I can't do it! I'm fine! I don't need a break!! I can! I can! I can.......
Hopefully some readjustments to my contacts will allow the left eye to have a more relaxed work pace so that it can get some rest and begin to focus some more. :)
At least my right eye was willing to step up to the plate to try and lessen the load on the left eye. :) Such good team workers they are....even if the left eye doesn't want to admit it ;) haha.

....so what does the scripture reference have to do with the eye reference?
No idea.....I just thought they went together :) lol.
(Seen....not seen.....make intersession, helpeth infirmities....yah...)

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

NFL Falcon Football

I'm not really a fan of football. (my team is the 49ers...but only because that's the name I can remember off the top of my head whenever asked.) Yet this title will make sense soon. :)


There are just some careers where you say "Hi, I'm a....... " and the person you're talking to will say "Oh! My brother's wife's step brother's son's friend does that too!"


Its kind of funny how 'secretly prevelant' certain careers are. How you know people who have the same career, or part it....or how many famous people have connections to your career field.


For particular reference....Sign Language, Deaf people, Interpreters.


I found this article while preparing for a presentation and I was like:


()_() WOW!! Cool!! :D
So I thought I'd share it (beware its slightly long) to you....


you....all you football fans you.....


Jamaal Anderson knows every day is Father's Day


His son is a possible Top-10 NFL draft pick, but he doesn't listen to the gossip, the rumor or the innuendo. Because he cannot hear.
On draft day, he will not jump up at the exact moment his son's name is called. Because he cannot hear.
The team that picks his son will have found a special player. All because Glenn Anderson cannot hear.


In this era of Pacman and T.O., the National Football League needs more people like Arkansas defensive end Jamaal Anderson, whose deaf father has shown him anything is possible. Jamaal may be a 6-foot-5, 288-pound former basketball player who reminds scouts of Julius Peppers, but his best attribute could very well be the man who raised him in silence.

When Jamaal wanted to quit football in eighth grade, he thought of his father Glenn, who never quit his cruel, mainstream high school.
When Jamaal was hesitant to switch from receiver to defensive end in college, he thought of his father Glenn, who worked day and night to obtain a Ph.D.
And now when Jamaal hears some NFL teams still aren't sold on him, he thinks of his father Glenn and says, "If they only knew."

Life Lessons

Last month in an LA mall, Jamaal and his sister, Danielle, witnessed a teenage boy get nabbed for shoplifting. A cop arrived and told the kid he had two choices: call his dad or go to jail. "I'll call my dad," the kid answered.

"Wow," Danielle said to Jamaal, "you and I would've chosen jail."
That's because the man they never wanted to disappoint is the same man who has never heard one word they've ever said: their father. He yells with his hands and commands respect with his e-mails. And when you ask Jamaal Anderson if he'd be an NFL prospect today without Glenn, he tells you, "Impossible."
You have to go back to Chicago to understand, back to the early 1950s. Glenn Anderson was a perfectly healthy 6-year-old when he contracted pneumonia and was given the experimental drug streptomycin. Doctors warned his father, a middle school custodian, and his mother, a short-order cook, of the drug's potential side effects, including complete hearing loss. But it was either that or lose their son.
He became deaf, and his family didn't even try to learn sign language. So Glenn was on his own, at the playground and at school. There were no interpreters available and no televisions with closed captioning. Right from a young age, he was in survival mode.


While his friends attended a vocational high school, Glenn was sent to Parker High School -- a mainstream and academic high school that has since been torn down -- and he spent much of his free time in the library, reading about Bill Russell and Hank Aaron. He was a top-notch basketball player, the only deaf player in the city's public schools, but his teammates gawked at him, kept their distance. They would cut up in class, while he just wanted to study, and he was ostracized.

He simply wanted to blend in, and because he was so smart and self-sufficient, there were teachers who didn't even know he was deaf. He went an entire semester of an American history class with an A, until the teacher decided the final test would be an oral exam.
"So I raised my hand and said, 'I'm deaf,'" Glenn, 61, recalled through an interpreter. "And he said, 'Not you.'"
The teacher still forced him to take the test orally. "Four years of high school, my only F," Glenn said.
His trick, mostly, was to find classmates -- mostly girls -- who took copious lecture notes and were willing to share them with him. He was also an exquisite writer, and after graduation he ended up at Gallaudet University in Washington, D.C., the university for the deaf and hard of hearing.
He played basketball there, scoring over 1,000 points in two seasons, and also competed in the long jump and triple jump for the track team (later participating in the 1969 deaf Olympics in Belgrade). He became the first person in his family to earn a college degree, but didn't stop there. He earned his master's from the University of Arizona and his Ph.D. from NYU, where he met his wife, Karen. He later became a professor at the University of Arkansas, where he started a family and began coaching his youngest of two children, a gangly kid named Jamaal.
They'd be at the playground, every night, shooting baskets, using sign language to communicate. Jamaal learned how to sign before he learned to speak, and the bond between them became rock solid.
"He was pretty hard on me," Jamaal said. "I guess I was out of shape once, so right after a basketball game, he took me to the track and made me run five miles. I was so mad at him for that. But I guess it paid off."


There were other life lessons taught along the way.

"I remember Jamaal playing their archrivals in a game, and there'd been a lot of trash-talking on the court. And Jamaal was a little upset," Danielle said. "He told Daddy, 'They're saying things that are mean and nasty,' and I can remember Daddy stopping the car, turning to Jamaal and saying, 'We don't do that. It's not necessary to do that.' So Jamaal never did."
By eighth grade, Jamaal had decided to take up football, but he was upset when the coach made him the center. Snapping the ball to the quarterback and blocking? It was boring, and he told Glenn he was bailing out, quitting. But no one in that family quit anything, and Jamaal knew it. He stayed and was soon rewarded when the coach switched him to tight end.
"Caught a touchdown on his first play," Karen said.
"If I hadn't stuck it out, I'd have never played football again," Jamaal said.
He was still playing basketball, too, at Parkview High School in Little Rock, Ark. But before his senior year, he quit -- this time without telling his dad -- and Glenn was livid. Jamaal wanted to concentrate on his football training, to enhance his chances of playing big-time college football. Glenn thought it was a mistake, that he'd have too much time on his hands and could fall in with the wrong crSoon, the University of Arkansas was all over the kid, and Razorbacks coach Houston Nutt Jr. came in for a home visit along with his brother, Danny Nutt. Their father, Houston Nutt Sr., had been hearing-impaired himself, so the Nutt brothers were able to sign to Glenn throughout the home visit. Jamaal loved it and committed to the school.
Right away, they put him with a deaf roommate, Antoine Dinka. That's how much the Nutts thought of Jamaal. They knew he'd help Dinka cope, knew he'd be his interpreter in football meetings. On the practice field, Houston Nutt began using sign language to talk to Jamaal when no one else was looking -- their secret communication method -- and when Nutt asked him to switch from receiver to defensive end, he trusted that the coach knew what he was doing, just the way he trusted Glenn.
By his junior season, he was glad he'd gone along with it. He accumulated 13½ sacks, using speed moves and power moves, and decided it was time to turn pro. And Houston Nutt knew Jamaal was ready, on the field and off. He was so much more mature than the other players, had so much more perspective. And it all had to do with Glenn, who, by now, had been appointed by George Bush to the National Council on Disability and had served as chair of the Gallaudet Board of Trustees. He had mingled with President Clinton and been a keynote speaker nationally. And Jamaal had watched it all happen.
He'd seen everything his father had been through. He'd remembered the night the family had gotten their first closed-captioned television, and how Glenn could now watch Knots Landing with the whole group. He remembered how much joy his dad felt. He decided that if his father could overcome being deaf, he could sack an NFL quarterback. How many other top players had lived this way? How many had that going for them? How many?

Like Father, Like Son

Most Top-10 draft picks roll with a posse.

Jamaal Anderson rolls with his sister.
When Anderson traveled to LA this winter to train for the NFL combine and his pro day workout, he arrived with his sister Danielle. She cooked for him and hung out with him, another indication that he could be the most mature player, at 21, in this entire draft.
owd. But every ensuing day, without fail, Jamaal would be working out or drinking a protein shake or eating healthy food. Glenn learned he could trust him, learned that Jamaal was another him because he never slacked off. Jamaal then went out his senior season and broke the high school touchdown record of former all-world tight end Keith Jackson.


While he was out West, he bulked up from 282 to 288 pounds and trimmed his body fat from 13.7 percent to 11 percent. Then, at his pro day workout, he mostly out-performed his chief competitor at defensive end, Clemson's Gaines Adams. Adams, who is the 30 pounds lighter, ran a 4.66 40 yard dash compared to Anderson's 4.75, but Jamaal ran faster in the 10-yard dash (more pertinent to linemen), in the 20-yard shuttle and in the three-cone drill.

Still, in a lot of mock drafts, Adams was projected to go higher than Anderson, not that Glenn -- still teaching in Arkansas -- knew anything about it. His son had previously text-messaged him from the combine and told him he'd met with 28 teams. It floored Glenn that 28 teams had actually taken the time to visit his son.
Glenn had simply taught his son not to be boastful, not to brag about who his father was or what his background had been. If teams knew what Jamaal had been exposed to, they likely would have lauded him for his character and probably moved him up the draft charts. But he kept silent about it. "It's just something I really never talk about," he said. "I'm just humble about it, because that's how I've been raised."
Jamaal kept hearing the Washington Redskins were interested, and, because there'd been a recent protest in DC when Glenn got snubbed as a Gallaudet president candidate, Jamaal knew his dad was popular there. "Yeah, if I go to Washington, there'll be a deaf community section at Fed Ex Field," Jamaal said. "A Glenn Anderson section." But then, suddenly, the Redskins talked openly about trading the No. 6 overall pick. Were they not enamored of him? Did they know Jamaal's history?
Finally, at the combine, word got out. And the first to leak it was Tennessee Titans assistant coach Jim Washburn, who had formerly been a D-line coach at Arkansas. Washburn had bumped into Jamaal right before his individual meeting with the Titans brass and asked Jamaal to answer the first few questions using only sign language. The idea was to shock Titans GM Mike Reinfeldt and head coach Jeff Fisher, shock them into never, ever forgetting Jamaal.
It worked. Reinfeldt's jaw dropped at the sight of a 288-pound man using sign language, and the Titans were blown away. Now everyone knew there was a talented kid out there who had class, who would never be a Pacman, not in a million years.
His father had rubbed off on him far too much. Teams needed to know that. They needed to know that, in a lot of ways, he was a Glenn Anderson who could hear. They needed to know that when Jamaal Anderson checked into a hotel recently, for a team visit, he flipped on the TV ... and turned on the closed-captioning. Out of habit. Out of pure habit.




--Yes....the son ended up with the Atlanta Falcons...I'm not sure if that's clear in this article. Like I said I don't understand football. :) but yah.... :) lol.


Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!


-Sarnic Dirchi

#6

Last night I finished writing in Journal Number 5
And tonight I will begin writing in Journal Number 6

Its kind of weird for me to think that I've written in 6 journals in the past three years....
Apparently I have alot to write about lol :)

But 6 in three years....basically I go through two Journal books a year. :S

Of course...I wasn't really into writing in my journals when i was younger,
Its another one of those church tasks that I have to get my head around.

When I was younger, I remember having this birthday party...I think it was at Flips Gymnastics...but I ended up getting like five journals that year. XP bleck.
"Useless things." I thought. What would I do with a journal?

It was just one of those gifts you give when you don't know what to give to somebody. 
The first Journal I wrote in....I remember had Winnie the Pooh on its cover, and I only wrote on it long enough to document a vacation to Oregon if I remember correctly, so I could show of my vacation when I got back to school.....
I think those were the only entries those pages had...I don't even know where that one ended up at....

But you could say my 'first first' journal I wrote in, was a fancy Red hard bound journal that had JOURNAL written across the front, and on the sides with my name written in the right hand corner...kind of like scriptures I guess. lol I received it for Achievement Days...I think it might have been a 'graduation' gift...I don't know for sure, but it was for some special activity. 

But the first time I wrote in it was basically my first year of girls camp. And like scripture reading, I only wrote in it for one reason. So i could pass off "First year" stuff and get the reward at the end for completing my requirements (I think it might have just been a certificate...and some small treat.) So I wrote in that journal everyday.....until girls camp was over, then I placed it where it could gather dust until the next girls camp lol. 
Occasionally between girls camps I would bring it out. To summarize stuff I'd done, or something exciting or sad that had happened. 
For 7 years I wrote in that journal. It started with my first year of girls camp, and ended with my last year of girls camp (Because I hadn't turned 18 yet I could go 7 times...yah not sure how that worked out :) lol) 

-Okay....so my first journal covered like 7 years.....the rest though have been in the past three years lol :)

But you can tell how little of my teenage years I put into that journal if it lasted me 7 years lol. I don't think it was more then a hundred pages thick...probably less then that...who knows. 

Yet as my last days of girls camp were finishing up I had a choice in front of me. I could never write in a journal again...or struggle to at least....or I could take the challenge to continue writing in my journal from that day on and know that I wouldn't struggle to write.
lol It was the same basic principle of scripture reading for me. I was graduating from Seminary, I would have no 'outside force' to influence me to read my scriptures the same way Seminary did. So I could let myself fall by the way side and slack off on reading Scriptures like I had done every summer before that, I could continue reading everyday.

Needless to say....I think I took myself up on the challenge lol. Since that summer of 'lasts' I've been diligently recording my thoughts everyday. :) I don't think I've really missed a journal day...or a scripture day....even if I"m not feeling well I try to write "I have a headache, tell you more tomorrow" or read at least one verse of my scriptures before bed. Otherwise I try to write about my day everyday and read a chapter a night. :) lol And you can see that I've gone through with it if I"m already on my 6th journal :)

Back to Journals though,
I think one of the influences that influenced me to start really writing in my journal was.....to make it more personal.
I remember writing in my journal while camping in our trailer at Rockport.
(I was doing it in secret because I didn't want the family to know I was actually writing in my journal.)

But I decided to address my journal....not give it a name specifically, but basically make it seem like I was writing a letter to somebody about what I did that day and how it went. (of course I date it too lol)

I chose to start my Journals out by saying
Dear Danny,

Why did I choose the name Danny?
Well.....he's my First character/plotline/storyline that I came up with (and haven't written down yet.) when i was Jr High age...probably a year or so after my first girls camp.....
He was important to me, and to make sure I don't forget him I write to him each night.

-I tried to start a Dream Diary writing down my dreams by saying "Dear Jake" (second character) but....that didn't work out so well, because I'd have to write in the mornings because most of the time by the time evening came I had forgotten my dream. lol. ;)

But anyway. I started writing to Danny
lollol I gave up after a while....mostly because I didn't know what to say back to myself, or how to have him talk about himself...he's a secretive guy lol :)
But I do know that Danny is a patient reader listening to my thoughts. :)
I often considered (and still consider) him and Jake to be my "Guardian Angels"

(No, They are not Arcis Ankels, its a totally different story line.)

But I think it was just the personal note that I gave my journals that helped me find enjoyment in just writing. most of my journal entries just contain the gist of "what I did today" but sometimes I'd go off on rants, or thoughts about how people had effected me that day. I think it might be a little dry and repetitive at times my Journal, but I think Danny enjoys reading it lol.....even if my handwriting had gotten pretty illegible as the years pass by.

It also helps that I sign my name at the bottom of each entry signalling I'm done with the day lol. :)

Anyhow, through that process and the fact that Girls camp was over, I started writing every single day.
Sometimes I can get three or four entries on a page....if nothing is really happening, other times I can take up pages for just one journal entry.
In either case...I just like writing.....and I hope that if anybody ever reads my journals.......well, I hope they can read them ;) haha. Though,not while I'm around :S that would be embarrassing :S lol. :)

But anyway, since finishing up my first journal I have gone through four other journals during my college years.
And like I said before...this is my third year.....sooo that's alot lol :) They vary in thickness and colors, but one thing that is similar is that they are all hard bound books :) No spiral journal notebook things for me.
You could say my first journal influenced me to have my journals that way, I think its because I could just stick them on a book shelf and they could blend in. :)
I tried at first to have the journals say "journal" on the front like my first one.
(I can be very picky/narrowminded sometimes)
That only lasted three journals though lol :) Number 4 and 5 don't have journal written on the cover, but now number 6 does :)
Sooo
basically
I write in journals, but its basically a book of letters to Danny. :)
Its a weird cohesive combination thing :) lol
-These entries usually are written between the hours of 10pm-3am Why? Well...until I go to sleep its still "Today" in my mind. "Tomorrow" doesn't really start until I wake up again. :) lol So I date my entries as the day I 'woke up' on since I haven't yet gone to sleep...if that made any sense lol :)

But, its just another 'church' idea that I refused to do until I had a chance to figure out how I wanted to do it and be given a reason for not having opportunities to do it for 'rewards' anymore that led me to continue writing everyday. :)
......I admit....I still haven't totally put my mind around the concept of writing in "spiritual thoughts/feelings" whilst scripture reading into a "scripture journal." *shrugs* Why not have it all in the same place? lol. If I think of something I'll write it down...otherwise..I won't force something spiritual out of my reading....I think doing that would......grate on me....and cause me not to like what I"m doing....
*shrugs*
To each their own :)
But I thought I'd just share that with you. :)
Now begins the adventures of Journal Number 6!!! :D

But if you haven't started writing a journal yet......perhaps you can just try writing in your own way, don't follow what other people have said they've done, or what you think you should do for a journal. Just let it flow and write how you wish, you'll be more likely to continue doing something if you like how you're doing it :)

Until you next see these words;
I"ll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

Subdued....?

Recently I have been having problems with my eyes,
I usually say that they are in Rebellion.
And  yesterday was one of the 'bad' days for my eyes where sunlight, or light bulb light, it didn't matter effected them in a bad way where it has been hard for me to even drive.


With the urging of my parents to get a Priesthood Blessing,
I asked two young men in my ward if they would come and give me a blessing to help me
make it until I could go see the eye doctor in a couple of weeks.
Luckily, the two I asked were worthy of their Priesthood and they came over right away.


lol, I think they were surprised when I answered the door looking happy and cheerful.
I think they were expecting somebody lying on the floor moaning in pain haha.
(My sister texted them for me, I didn't talk to them until I answered the door.)
I'm not exactly in pain, my rebellious eyes just make it hard for me to be in bright light
and when the Elders came over it was dark, so I was perfectly happy, if a little worried/stressed. 
But they gave me a blessing. :)
There were many parts of the blessing that stuck out to me like "That while she drive she will be safe and others on the roads with her will be safe as well..." something along those lines basically meaning "When she drives protect her from harming herself and others."
But there was one area where the Elder said something along the lines of "her pain will be subdued.."
I'm not sure if the wording involved the first part.
I just remember the word subdued.
Why?
Because the Elder giving the blessing stumbled over the word.
lol.....and after the blessing ended he asked "Is subdued even a word?"
haha.
Yes....yes dear Elder, Subdued is a word :)
But it just confirmed to me that when a Priesthood holder lays his hands on your head to give you a blessing, he's basically making himself a conduit for the Lord to express his will. Why else would the Elder have said that word if he hadn't realized it was a word?


But I actually like the word Subdued now.
For me it means that my pain, the problems I go through will still be there, but they will be muted/faded/weaker.
So I'll still have problems until I know what I need to do to help my eyes not rebel against me, but they wont' be as....Noticeable? I"m guessing...or as 'time consuming.'
I admit that this morning felt pretty good, I had a little trouble with my eyes but not as much as I had been having the last week or so.
And I can see the Lord's hand in my life.
How?
I had called this morning to set up an appointment for the first available date because I couldn't wait for my appointment in December because if i"m struggling now....there's no knowing what I"ll be like in two months. So I made the appointment which would still be a couple of weeks away to see the doctor.
I had been glad that the earliest time was still open because I had a project due that afternoon and I wouldn't be missing any school.
But then on my way to school the receptionist/secretary person called me back to say that a fellow had called saying that he needed to move his eye appointment to a different day and that this Friday morning at the same time I could come in.
I like to think that the Lord influenced the guy to change his appointment so that I could get in sooner. And I feel very blessed because of it. Its even more of a lucky day because my first class had been cancelled giving me plenty of time to drive up to the eye doctor and back, though I will most likely end up missing the Devotional :( :( :( I'm glad that I can get to see the eye doctor sooner so that I can find out what my eyes are doing. :)


Priesthood blessings help in many ways, you just need to 'open your eyes' and see how they can help you in everyday life if you just know where to 'look' for and appreciate them and what the Lord is doing to help you out as you go about your day.


1 Corinthians 10:13


Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!


-Sarnic Dirchi

NaNoWriMo

Its the first of November, and for the past few years of my college experience that has meant one thing:
National Novel Writing Month otherwise better known as NaNoWriMo

I have never really participated in NaNoWriMo but I heard about it my first year of college (while pursuing Brandon Sanderson's website) and the idea has always intrigued me.
The idea is to write a 50,000 word (175pages) story in just 30 days.
Because you're working on writing the story so quick, it helps those people aspiring to be authors to relax their high standards and stop them from doing the endless tweaking and editing. (-which gets many potential authors stuck in a rut.) The idea is to write Quantity not Quality.
Sure, what you write might not be the worlds best seller, alot of it will just be garbage. But that's okay, writing so much in a month just helps to break down the barriers, to let you practice.
Then when NaNoWriMo is over you can edit and tweak to your hearts content! lol :)

There is an official forum where you sign up and do stuff....having never signed up myself I don't know what it all intells.
But the idea is just to give yourself the opportunity to write, to free yourself from the bonds of self doubt and any dignity. :) haha. ;)

I've never really had the opportunity to participate. :( I try, but it seems like November is the month where all my classes have projects due around the same time so I'm swamped.

So if you have some spare time and you have a story idea you've been dying to write out, why not take the NaNoWriMo challenge and take the kamikaze approach to write a book in 30 days that forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly. :)

Until you next see these words;
WRITE!! ;)
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi