Samstag, 26. Dezember 2009

Book Review

The Unadulterated Cat The Unadulterated Cat by Terry Pratchett


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
****************************************** look, more stars. As a cat owner I looove this book. Every word is true even though I am an owner of two un-Real cats because I own a Siamese and a Oriental Shorthair and those are Bred. *g* No, seriously, I think this is Pratchett at his best. I laughed so hard I cried. And read it in one go. Highly recommended, especially to cat owners.

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Dienstag, 22. Dezember 2009

because one post is obviously not enough per day



So... Nanowrimo. I have not forgotten it. Chris Baty wrote the cute little email peptalk thingy and since I stare at my document every day wíthout continuing, I thought I might as well go here and this is what I wrote:

Alright... rewriting... there is just one tiny, I mean really almost non-existing problem....rewriting is only for novels which are sort of... written, right? I mean... I don't want to be nitpicking or anything but... after 50 k, I am not at the end... I am slowly and carefully approaching the climax. O rather I am avoiding approaching it by introducing new characters into the plot and then going shopping and baking Christmas cookies and so forth.

So. What I have is this:

- A beginning.
- A second beginning (because the original story of a city named Orville and humanity being basically not existing anymore and nasty stuff, turned after an attack of frogs-who-once-were-vampires and who were chased by toads-who-once-were-witches into this fantasy novel thingy).
- an interesting female protagonist who met another interesting female aid
- humor, witches and vampires (not sparkling)
- an idea, if very vague, of something bad going to happen to the world and history repeating itself

What I need:

- someone to take away all distractions
- a concrete idea of the climax/catastrophe
- some more words
- not to listen to my excuses not to write
- a new title

My goal:

- Have the thing written by February, which should be manageable because I wrote 50 k in one month so I can write the rest in two... right?
- keep my blog (http://jennifer-renner.blogspot.com/) updated on my progress and tell people about it (same principal that works for my new year resolutions should work for this as well...should...), so that they can tell me to stop procrastinating and start writing
- then rewrite it (or finish last years Thing)

*nods*

So I will keep this blog updated with Nanowrimo. I will. And not just post photos or drawings. Writing is important too.



Hasselblad


Montag, 21. Dezember 2009

mhh



First image drawn at the age of 3 I think.
Second this year at the age of 29.

I see similarities in mood. I am also somewhat disturbed by this....


Die erste Zeichnung enstand mit ca 3 Jahren. Die untere dises Jahr mit 29. Irgendwie sind die Ähnlichkeiten in der Stimmung verblüffend und irgendwie auch unheimlich...

 

once I dreamt....


Sonntag, 20. Dezember 2009

Diana +








Listening to Robbie Williams -Swing when you're winning. Am calm and peaceful and am just happy. Rare enough, thought I'd share and post it alongside gloomy photographs. Contrast is everything you see. :-)

Ich höre gerade Robbie Williams -Swing when you're winning. Ich liebe die CD und bin gerade total entspannt und zufrieden. Dazu gibt's noch ein paar Diana Fotos, die zwar nicht meine Stimmung wiederspiegeln, aber dafür herrlich kontrastrieren - und das ist auch wichitg. :-)
 

and today...

... I'm gonna go and see "Walking with dinosaurs" because I wanted to be an archaeologist once and find their bones in the sand.

Heute schau ich mir "Walking with Dinosaurs" and, weil ich als Kind Archäologin werden wollte, um deren Knochen auszubuddeln.


Wesley is firmly rooted.

Samstag, 19. Dezember 2009

My resolutions for 2010

So. I'm gonna post them here so you guys can hold me accountable that I stick to them. I like them. The suggestions on how to do them came from The Happiness Project.

So, here we go:

Jennifer's resolutions for 2010:

1. accept gloomy thoughts and anxiety as a part of myself and not judge or fear them
2. allow yourself to do Yoga/Eutonie/Meditation every day (15 minutes are enough)
3. allow yourself to enjoy eating enough to stop being hungry (especially while still seated at the table)
4. allow yourself to go outside once a day (horsebackriding, walking, photo tours, Yoga lessons etc)
5. enjoy doing your art and appreciate it
6. treat yourself (theater, cinema, meeting friends,...)
7. start earning money doing what you love (-> advertise your services, go job hunting etc)
8. participate in a Yoga course
9. stick to the big rocks/most important tasks idea

I am going to hold myself accountable by posting the resolutions in my blog/LJ/diary/daily Moleskine calender. *nods*

Freitag, 18. Dezember 2009

new book




This is a project I did with my beloved Manu. She is fantastic and not just beautiful but also a very talented photographer herself. Here is her homepage. The concept is sort of an inversed Pygmalion. And the question to what it means to being alive.


Die Idee hinter dem Projekt ist die Frage nach Liebe und Leben und baut auf Ovid's 'Pygmalion' auf. Das Projekt ist in Zusammenarbeit mit der wunderbaren Manuela entstanden (ihre Homepage ist hier). Ich hoffe, wir beide werden noch viele Projekte zusammen stemmen.


Here is the shop:



Book review

Gods Behaving Badly: A Novel Gods Behaving Badly: A Novel by Marie Phillips


My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I'm giving this two stars not because it was that bad but because I think you could have made more out of the idea. The first two thirds I thought were like: meh. I felt it took too long to get the action going. Once the action had started (I felt it was structured like this: exposition-climax-hint of an end. Where the exposition was like 70%, then there was 25% climax, and the end were the last 5%), it was entertaining and enjoyable. I have to admit I started it in unfortunate circumstances, while my life situation was a bit uncomfortable and so maybe I wasn't in a were favorable mood, but still I think, it lacked some things. Maybe more sarcasm or more wit or more finesse. I don't know.Yet it is a nice read.

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Sonntag, 13. Dezember 2009

winter has come



I took these during a walk. This morning I went out into the forest too, but with the Hasselblad. I love my toys. :-)

Mittwoch, 9. Dezember 2009

Lifesign

Ich bin noch da. Oder wieder da. Die letzten Wochen waren etwas schwierig, harte Entscheidungen mussten getroffen werden und ich bin wieder am Anfang aber auch irgendwie doch nicht. Ich kann es nicht genau beschreiben, aber ich bin wieder da. Bereit zu neuen Blogeinträgen und der Überarbeitung der NANO-Novel (die ist über 50 000 Worte aber noch nicht fertig). Bereit zu neuen Fotoshoots und Weihnachtsfeierei. Zum Abschluss zwei Fotos. Ratet mal welches von der Diana+ und welches von der Hasselblad ist...

I'm back. The last weeks have been trying and difficult and needed some tough decisions but I am back. Not quite as good as before but also not worse. Different. But ready to blog and work on the Nanowrimo-Novel (which is over 50 k but not yet done). And to take photos. And so I leave you with two photos and you get to guess which is done with the Diana+ and which is done with the Hasselblad...





Sonntag, 6. Dezember 2009

Book review

M Is for Magic M Is for Magic by Neil Gaiman


My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I think I am not one for short stories. I could not completely dive into those of Poe or Wilde and I had troubles with his. Maybe that is also due to my current situation aka I am going through a rough patch in my life. But the stories are nevertheless wonderful. I particularly liked Chivalry. But 'The Price' is my all time favorite. It made me cry and love my cats even more... (I have a black one as well).I recommend it as a read and the stories don't seem so scary as the one's in "Smoke and Mirrors" which I am also reading at the moment.

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Samstag, 21. November 2009

Book Review

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof Cat on a Hot Tin Roof by Tennessee Williams


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I had only seen the movie several times because I worship Paul Newman. Always have and always will. That said, I did not know about the homosexual undertone of the play... because the movie makers chickened out and turned the whole admiration between Brick and Skipper upside down. There is no mention of the 'old bachelors' from whom Big Daddy inherited the plantation. There is no hint at homosexuality in the play, maybe once in an ironic smile of Big Daddy. And in the film Brick actually desires Maggie. Which in the play is not the case because, and that is not to be denied, Brick and Skipper were in love. Brick is in denial and Skipper was about to tell him and that is one reason that the whole play is moving right on spot two of my favorite play's list (Othello will always be the lead). It will also occupy that point because it is powerful and cruel and honest and real and I was completely sucked in and could not stop reading. Tennessee Williams does that to me.

So I'm in love. (And I wish that the film would have a little bit braver.)

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Sonntag, 15. November 2009

Nanowrimo Day 15

Okay.... ich bin bei 35864 Worten. Ich bin mir 100% sicher, dass ich das Ding fertig bekomme... nur dass ich gerade mal am Anfang der Fabel bin und mehr als 50000 Worte benötigen werde. Weil aus der ursprünglichen Geschichte sich eine komplett neue Fantasystory entwickelt hat und ich mich erst mal damit auseinandersetzen muss, dass ich offensichtly Fantasy schreiben kann... alles andere eher weniger. Zur Unterstützung ist gerade mein selbstauferlegter alljährlicher Buffy Marathon in vollem Gange und ich hab mich gestern wieder während Conversations with Dead People gegruselt. Joss ist eben Gott, aber das wissen wir ja. Okay, zurück zu Nanowrimo... ich versuche zu schreiben aber heute geht gar nichts. Ich weiß was ich schreiben soll und will, aber es fließt nicht. Schade, denn aus meinem männlichen MC der mich langweilte, wurde eine junge Hexe, die ich super finde. Hach... okay... weiterschreiben. Und vielleicht kommen diese Woche mal endlich alle Pakete an, die auf dem Weg zu mir sind. Das wäre schön, ich bin nämlich ab nächste Woche unter der Woche nicht zu Hause.

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Alright. Wordcount 35864. But today I don't feel like writing. I know where I am going and who I am writing about (as much as you can know anyway) and I am only in the beginning after killing off every character I had established on the first 20 so pages. I love my new female MC (a young witch) and I have discovered, I am a better fantasy writer than I am a other-than-fantasy- writer. I am also on a Buffy marathon because a) Joss is God and b) inspiration is valid. I only hope tomorrow will be a better or more inspired day writing wise and that all my packages which are on their way from all over the world will arrive. Because in one week I won't be home during the weekdays. Okay.. food, then another attempt at writing.

Sonntag, 8. November 2009

Book and Nanowrimo Day 8 (19 264 words)


This book is about being able to breathe again. It holds photographs taken with the analog slr of my dad, which is by now probably fourty years old.

That being said, I completely gave up on the plot I had come up with. It is now rather insane and SO MUCH FUN! Can't wait to get to the part with the princess.


Die Fabel von Orville hab ich komplett über den Haufen geworfen und jetzt hab ich Spaß. Ich freu mich schon wenn die Prinzessin den ersten Auftritt hat. *g*

Samstag, 7. November 2009

Nanowrimo Day 7

I have lost my sanity. The first week, the first 15000 words: serious, well thought through, gripping, innovative, a clear goal in sight.

Today: Blergh. I was sucked into the Forum and especially the Nanoisms thread. I gave up. And wrote this (partly to blame oneword.com because yesterday it was 'frog'. I'm just glad I did not play with today's 'oven'...yet):

What they did not know was, while the man with the power was preparing his Plan B and the woman with the baseball bat was gathering her strength to suceed in any future jobs the man underground would give her and Richard was beating himself on the head for wanting to sleep some more with the older woman (whose baseball bat he still had not found) and Ian Gordon was correctly assuming that one of his bodyguards was in on a conspiracy to kill him, news of a recent bloody and cold-hearted killing reached the outer regions of the city were one of the last families of frogs fought for the survival of their race. Little did the humans know about the cunning and viciousness of the frogs. They were ready to avenge their youngest lost son. They had nothing to lose because no matter how many egs they laid, the humans laid more (frogs of course do not know how humans propagate so they can only go with what they know) and thus the frogs gathered around their wise and old frog-mother who told them the tactics. They were out for blood. Nothing could stop them...except maybe a few boots but frog-moher had a wise advise for solving that problem: go by night when there are less people out there. The frogs nodded and waited patiently.

Da war sie hin die Ernsthaftigkeit und die gute Absicht einen echten und wirklich ernstgemeinten und distopischen Roman zu schreiben. Jetzt attackieren Frösche. Ich könnte das sogar rechtfertigen, aber will ich das?

Freitag, 6. November 2009

Nanowrimo day 6

Wow, almost one week of Nano and I am at 13555 words. And counting - I hope. I kinda like what I'm writing. It is weird and fractured and it completely fits my current situation. Sort of. I have no idea what I will write next so I'm gonna head over to write or die. I haven't been there yet. Random excerpt?

On a mirror sticks a photo of a young girl. She has taken it herself, had held the camera at arms length and before her face. She has tilted her head to the left, her long red hair falling down over her shoulder in stubborn curls. Her eyes are green and they shine brightly . Her lips are pursed into a kiss, formed by a half smile too. She is seventeen, has perfect skin and decided to leave her dangerous hair the way it wants to be for that photo. She took it in the bathroom and behind her on the photo is the shower. The room itself is dark blue, very clean . The light is now turned of and the beautiful girl in the beautiful photo is swallowed by darkness.



Tag 6 und wordcount 13555. Ich muss jetzt mit Hilfe von Write or Die versuchen das ganze auf mindestens 20000 zu bringen. Das wäre schon sehr gut. Mir gefällt auch was ich so schreibe. Irgendwie ist es zerrüttet und zerklüftet. Zuerst was zu essen und dann weitermachen. Das da oben ist übrigens ein willkürlicher Auszug. Nur so.

Donnerstag, 5. November 2009

old sketches







 This is what happens when I feel kinda meh. And when I am obsessed with trees. (Watching "The Fountain" over and over again does not help with the tree obsession either *g*).

Das passiert wenn ich mich mal nicht ganz so toll fühle. Und wenn ich wieder überall Bäume drauf malen muss.