Do NOT Unplug

For the record, I am generally in favor of reducing electrical drain (a well as fuel efficiency of most kinds), but certain things just shouldn’t be done. Unplugging plugging  old refrigerators (if you expect to use them again) is generally not advisable, at least in my experience. They tend to not want to restart when you plug them back in.

Worse, however, is when you unplug a closed-up refrigerator with food in it, knowing that no one will be in the house for a few weeks because it’s summer and people are on vacation, etc.

I don’t know which of my brilliant relations did this to my grandmother’s refrigerator, but  it made for an… interesting visit this Friday.  I’m still coughing up mildew  and cleaner fumes.  And… I don’t want to discuss the onions.  Nothing, except maybe rotten potatoes, tweaks my *UGHH* factor like rotten onions.

And now that I’ve probably grossed you out…  don’t unplug the frig.  Not until it’s cleaned out and empty.  Then, leave the doors open to  let it dry out.

This has been a Public Service Announcement.  Now this will be a…

Row80 Check-in & Assessment

Had to get this check-in out because we’re off to Saranac Lake for the annual camping venture. VACATION!!!

I’m both so eager and in utter dread.

ROW80LogocopyVacation involves change at its most basic, and as I’ve noted before, I don’t deal well with change.   But there is the added reason of being…  or at least feeling unprepared.

I’m not, at least not anymore than any other year.  I’m actually ahead in that I packed my clothes this evening instead of waiting until the morning to do so.  I have the list of scenes I need to write, I have my art supplies gathered, I have charged camera batteries and a clean CF-card…  I even have my reading and research materials gathered.

I’m just not emotionally ready.  This year has kept me spinning so much that I’m not sure I could relax if I tried.  So many strong downs, so many wild and airy ups…  I’m almost afraid to enjoy myself, lest something drastic follow.

  • CRAFT
    • Goal: spend ~three hours a week delving into writing craft related learning
    • Progress: I had most of it done by my Wednesday post, but nothing else since
    • Goal: Hand-write new words daily! (the Five Sentences thingie)
    • Progress: I missed Thursday, and Friday’s words had nothing to do with fiction
    • Goal: typing two pages a day of old notebooks into the computer
    • Progress: nothing since Wednesday
  • SOCIAL
    • Goal: maintain local critique group submission of excerpts and critiques during non-NaNoWriMo months
    • Progress: soooo very behind here
    • Goal: return to regular posting in the WIPpet and WeWriWa blog hops
    • Progress: WIPpet is on track; the WeWriWa is still on hold; and I won’t be near a computer (save my phone) for the next week, so probably won’t do either one
    • Goal: sponsor duties for the ROW80 twice a week
    • Progress: mostly on track (I’m behind on replies to comments)…  and all soon to be on hold for a bits
  • PERSONAL
    • Goal: Explore my creative side daily
    • Progress: I created some new words the other night as I was scouring that frig…  not quite shareable on a PG-13 blog
    • Goal: Daily languages (except Sundays)
    • Progress: oddly, yes…  some inspired the new words listed above
    • Goal: daily exercise amounting to a minimum of 30 minutes a day
    • Progress: oh, I nailed—nay, excelled at—this one, even with the 3 hour drives across the state Friday and Saturday afternoons

That’s all I feel up to sharing now.  Going to head out (I’m at Denny’s with my weekend writing group) so I can finish that load of laundry in the washer.  So…  bye!

Belief and Thoughtfulness

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4It’s … an odd Wednesday.  I think I’m keeping going mostly by pattern today, more than anything.  A headache (a cluster headache that is trying desperately to be a migraine), some…  “anniversaries” that are best understood by reading my ROW80 sponsor post, and general busy…

Oddly, I’m not sad.  Or stressed.  Or…

I just feel thoughtful.  The busy doesn’t even feel like it’s there (it is, omnipresent as always, but without being as demanding in its presence).   Of course, I am thinking of my two friends that aren’t here today, but there are a lot of good things to think about as I remember them.   Last night while I was writing m 750words and somehow some Elvis songs came through the playlist, I remembered silly, giggly pre-teen days at one friend’s house and the “weird music” our parents liked.  Last week, we went to a classic car show, and  as I thought of how much fun my dad had sharing a love of his with our Boodle,  I was thinking of all the fun discussions of cars and engine specs  I’d had with the friend whose birthday today would have been.

Some of this comes from the reading I’ve done this past week. Though I’m still working on my Steinbeck’s Journal of a Novel, I’m mostly spent this week reading Chasing the Scream by Johann Hari about the “war on drugs”.  One can’t read stories of lives torn to shreds without feeling somewhat blessed by the banal normality of one’s own, of course.  It’s heartbreaking reading, but…  it’s very human.  After finishing The Fall by Camus on Saturday (I have The Plague in my queue next), I wonder if I chose to read these two books one after another by some grand design.

All of which of course has little to do with my post today.  It’s Wednesday, time for a ROW80 check-in and a WIPpet.  Since I started with some of the reading I’ve been doing, let’s move on and finish the check-in first.

ROW80 Check-in

ROW80LogocopyAnother Wednesday mini with good things to report so far…  My Five Sentences are going well.  I’ve had to nudge myself daily to get my typing done, but I’ve done it.  Similarly, I am behind in answering blog comments (I haven’t been inspired to spend a lot of time on social media these last few days), but I have scheduled time tomorrow to do that (and my ROW80 sponsor duties).  My creativity time…  that’s been short.  I have my art supplies with me however, and I have plans.

Now, that that’s settled.  Onto..

the WIPpet

I could easily say I have no “maths” for this week (I do), but given that it’ a long excerpt on top of an already longish post, I probably should offer up all my justification for this.

This is one:

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The maths are today’s date (17) minus the month (8) for 9 smallish paragraphs.  And the piece has a theme too, related to the RWA Kiss of Death #1LineWed weekly Twitter tag…  doubly so, since the Kéline mentioned here could best be described as the lovechild of Kali and Pluto; Eris is her fairy godmother.

The WIP in question is Courting the Swan Song (my attention is here doing edits for the impending future).  We’re about 1/2 through the first chapter here.

“My lord Andarniis, you honor our humble sanctuary with your presence, but—I fear we have no votary dedicated to Isana here.” The man blushed slightly. “She does not recognize the faiths of those who come here.”

Alanii nodded calmly. “My escort has just informed me of the Lady Myékis and the devotions they offer her. We’re here so they might be able to make their observances for the Nooning.”

The man winced. “That is—quite considerate of you, my lord. But we have no place where you can wait while—”

“I intend to make my observances with them. While Myékis is not the Lady of my House or family, she clearly has played a powerful role in the protection of our people and ourselves. It is only just and right that I offer her my respects and honors.”

The docent blinked. Behind him, he could hear the silence that had overtaken his escort in the thunderous increase of the other sounds in the temple. Alanii tried to not look as if he was bothered or even aware of the disturbance he had caused.

At last the docent sighed, bowing low yet again. “Yes, of course. We do have a room to the rear of the dining hall where devotees of the Shieldmaiden may work.” He motioned for them to move toward the left-hand room, keeping his body solidly in the way of them seeing or moving past the curtained archway.

As they began to head on their way, from behind the thick cloth, Alanii heard a clank of iron and a quick cry of distress from a male voice. He turned back to the docent. The man’s expression remained serene. “All is well, sire. Please proceed through the meal hall. I think, if you may, find a few of the men there who might wish to join your men in their devotions.”

Alanii was about to ask what the man meant when Val tugged him by his shirtsleeve through the arch toward the seated diners. “Hsh, Alan. Don’t want to bother no man making his respects to Kéline, now do you?” the man hissed.

Alanii swallowed, glancing back at the curtain in horror.

If you like what you’ve read here, head over to A Round of Words in 80 Days and the WIPpet linky and visit the awesome people who make up these online communities. Many thanks and much love to Kait Nolan and Emily Witt for being our gracious hostesses..😀

And…  because they make me smile, and they’re almost faded now…  some tiger lilies that volunteered themselves in our yard.

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Somewhat Sweltering

Testing the steadiness of my hands with a new camera/phone

Testing the steadiness of my hands with a new camera/phone

Okay, so those of you who live more equatorial than I do might not find my distress at the weather the past few days too dramatic, but taking a truck to the garage when the thermometer on the dash (outside temp) said 104°F because the air conditioning didn’t work and the thermostat for the cooling system was stuck anyway…

I wasn’t the only one sweltering that time.  My poor truck… 😦

There have been some excellent moments these past few days though.  All is well, and too soon, the snows and ice will come, and I’ll be wishing I didn’t have to bundle up so much just to be comfortable.

Just can’t please me…. 😉

Row80 Check-in & Assessment

It hasn’t been the best week for actual goals, but sometimes things just happen.  Some of this is an awareness that things that have been in transition are finding their base-points and having to figure out how to best incorporate the new changes for our family.  Things are being done that have nothing to do with my ROW80 goals, but they need to be done.  Little things like my homeschooling paperwork for the Boodle since our hopes of getting him back to Catholic school are on hold for a time…

At least the Boodle has found he can keep in touch with some of his friends from there with email and online gaming.  And the occasional get-together is sweet too.

So, without further apologies…

  • CRAFT
    • Goal: spend ~three hours a week delving into writing craft related learning
    • Progress: still reading Steinbeck’s Journal of a Novel though I don’t think I reached exactly 3 hours this week.
    • Goal: Hand-write new words daily! (the Five Sentences thingie)
    • Progress: umm, yes, no, maybe…  not really sure here.  I wrote, but since it wasn’t daily, I guess I can’t call this a “check”
    • Goal: typing two pages a day of old notebooks into the computer
    • Progress: um, heck no
  • SOCIAL
    • Goal: maintain local critique group submission of excerpts and critiques during non-NaNoWriMo months
    • Progress: no
    • Goal: return to regular posting in the WIPpet and WeWriWa blog hops
    • Progress: WIPpet–yes; WeWriWa–on hold till September since I’ll be out of town next week and cannot promise visits.
    • Goal: sponsor duties for the ROW80 twice a week
    • Progress: on track
  • PERSONAL
    • Goal: Explore my creative side daily
    • Progress: not…well, maybe; I guess taking photographs counts
    • Goal: Daily languages (except Sundays)
    • Progress: on track
    • Goal: daily exercise amounting to a minimum of 30 minutes a day
    • Progress: easily (so nice to have something I’m doing well on here)
    • Goal: Discover something “new” to me (this one is easy, but daunting too, since I have to resist the urge to follow these cow trails)
    • Progress: A FB friend posted this link about a physicist and her choice of career change…  and I found myself delightfully mired for several days, absorbing her career and choice: http://nautil.us/issue/38/noise/this-physics-pioneer-walked-away-from-it-all
Just some goldenrod, but OH!  Golden!

Just some goldenrod, but OH! Golden!

To add to that last goal:  I’ve spent discovering new things about my new phablet.  So far I’ve learned I do not like the Duolingo app for Android (so very glad I kept my old iPhone4 around as my puttering device), that I am even more in love with the stylus and native handwriting tools than I’d ever expected, and the camera is frighteningly capable.

Handwriting on a phone is nothing like handwriting in a notebook mentally for me.  There is a “processing difference” that happens when I see the text converted, when I know I need to be on guard for some of my quirky character names, etc.; I don’t create so much on the phone yet.  Perhaps that’s something whose time will come eventually.

That’s Life though…  a learning process.