Monthly Archives: May 2013

Friday Photo — Last Friday

Not a Painting

Not a Painting

It’s been an odd week here.  I haven’t been feeling on the top of my game, which makes it really hard to be inspired to edit photos.  One problem with shooting things RAW is that everything needs some degree of editing.  I like the effect better of my editing (most of the time), but when one isn’t feeling well, it becomes that “one more thing”.

When I’m fighting migraines and other ick, I don’t need one more thing to deal with.  But the pictures are here waiting to be processed…

I did some today, all from my outings last Friday.  It’s rainy here at the moment, so I’ve been content to follow my body’s demand to stay inside and be cozy.

Looking onward

Looking onward

The Wemp Barn

The Wemp Barn

Once a Wagon

Once a Wagon

Llamas and Mountains

Llamas and Mountains

Tag!

Tag!

Temple

Temple

Rabbit Ready

Rabbit Ready

And looking at these images, I kind of miss that cheery sun now.

Moving On — #WIPpet Wednesday/#ROW80

I had a hard time figuring out what to use for my #WIPpet today.  Since today is the 22nd, it felt a bit rude to give you 22 paragraphs.  I’m never sure when I count sentences if those one word exclamations such as “Mother!” or “F*ck!” should count as sentences or not (I usually count in favor of them being sentences).  And tossing you all in with completely new characters seems a bit rude too…

I’m giving you four paragraphs…2 plus 2 from 22.   I’m sticking with Alanii’s story in Swan Song a bit longer, but moving on to what is starting to look like it will be Chapter 5…  which works for the month of May.

Alanii felt himself start from the dream—no, that was no dream, that had been a horror—and one he’d have sooner forgotten. Instead, a sudden awareness that something was wrong took him. Not something as vivid as the terror he’d just imagined. This was vaguer, less tangible, but so much more omnipresent. Something was going to happen, soon. He didn’t know what, but he knew.

Not worrying much about propriety, he grabbed up his breeches and stumbled out of the bedroom that he’d been given. A flash of something like warning, a sense that he dare not attract too much attention to himself made him stop short of making more noise however, and he ducked himself back into his room and pulled on enough clothing that he would not risk being caught naked if he were seen prowling the halls.

Seen? he realized with some unease that he hadn’t been seen already. Where was the guardsman who normally would have been posted outside his doorway? When he’d gone to bed, it had been one of Lanilis Kailiis’s normal escort, and though he knew the soldiers traded off and on during the night, he should have at least seen that man, if not another semi-familiar face.

New Gym Hallway

Empty Halls

Instead, the hallway had been empty.

Creation of K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse #WIPpet writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration.  Feel free to comment and visit other #WIPpeters.   We love the company.

ROW80 Check-in

Since Sunday I managed to keep pace most days with my writing.  I missed my five sentences yesterday due to being sick.  I hate migraines, but they are somewhat treatable with a prescription.  Food poisoning…it took me out from Monday afternoon to last night.

Dandelion Love

Dandelion Love

No day is a complete waste.  I’m starting to learn that.  Even though I didn’t feel much energy to write, I got a little reading done, I did some editing, and I watched a few of my favorite shows again with a critical eye.  While screenwriters have to move things faster (and can because they don’t need to offer descriptions of place and character as much), they still need to foreshadow events; they need to develop characters so we feel attracted to them, stuff like that.

So I watched some Grimm and Doctor Who to see why I liked certain characters more than others.  I tried to see where different producers used the same situation to a different effect…

I did nothing major for my ROW80 Fitness goals, just some running and skipping with my son on Monday before his fencing lesson.  I’m up for some jaunting today though.  😀

The ROW80 Writing Challenge is the brainchild of author Kait Nolan who felt that in a world of WriMos and FastDrafts, people who want become authors  need something that promoted the daily habit of the writing life.  Feel free to visit some of our other members here.

Some Words Sunday–Date Night

Yes, I know that’s Back to the Future there…  There’s no video for that song I know of, but it works.

I went out on a date yesterday…and not with my husband.

No guilt, no worries…  My son and I spent a day together.  First we took in a butterfly conservatory and the raptor show they were promoting.  Then we drove north, listening to a-ha on the radio/mp3 player singing at the top of our lungs to songs like “Sun Always Shines on TV”, “Blue Sky” and “Living a Boy’s Adventure Tale”.  We had a quick but yummy bagel dinner at a local Bruegger’s  (it was playtime and he wanted bagels)….

All the world's a Stage

All the world’s a Stage

Then my 7-year old son and I went to listen to the Albany Symphony Orchestra playing Vivaldi‘s Four Seasons.  Yeah, that same kid who is now watching episodes of  Dude, What Would Happen not only sat through two hours of orchestral music, but he enjoyed himself and talked with people (he has Asperger’s and often doesn’t speak to strangers…or if she does, he often “performs” at them quoting shows he knows) about the music and where he recognized the sounds of different instruments.

Can you say HAPPY?

That’s me.

It’s not just a pride thing, though I confess, I’m probably prouder than I should be that my son is this awesome.  It’s the joy of sharing one’s passions with someone and feeling that reciprocation that makes me extra happy.

And the best part came when we’re driving home, having been awake for almost sixteen hours of the day already, and the Boodle says “This was the happiest day I ever had.  Can we do it again?”

I may need to buy more tickets for the symphony.

row80 check-in

The Ruined Tower, one of my favorite images at the Albany Institute

The Ruined Tower, one of my favorite images at the Albany Institute

Barring that I missed most of the #teamsprinty gatherings (even my Friday one was only a quick hop in to say “Hi” then I had to head out), this has been a great writing week.

I stuck to my five sentences plan and managed about 4 full pages of handwritten fiction and four typed pages of notes for potential blog posts.  Just five sentences…  at least to start.  It never feels insurmountable, even as I’m completely tuckered out and in need of sleep, the eyes almost closing on me…

I can write a lot if I tell myself all I need to get down is just five sentences.

There was also editing, commenting, blogging…  It was a busy writer’s week…. and photographer’s week  I edited a bunch of photos, learned a bunch more about how RAWTherapee and Photoshop work (not to mention how color pixels are mixed to create the images).

And it was great for my ROWFitness.  Lots of movement, a walk with the Boodle where we met a bunny (and he collected a bunch of rocks and two big clumps of rabbit tail–different rabbit), time with handweights and crunches…

Yeah!  That’s more like it.

How was your week?