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Yop! A Mid-week Check-in

"Touch Me not" flower

Even making this post seems more like an exercise in being heard than because I know what to say.  Oh, there are all the great things that I’ve accomplished this week.  There is the twist of the story that I discovered sometime after 1am that I wanted so much to develop when I woke up (but didn’t because I had made a promise to a friend to help out).  I feel like I’m spinning my wheels.

But then I remember….  I have no wheels to spin.

If you’re wondering why I say that, here’s a trio of links for your edification:


I confess, I am still absorbing the first one.  Who is this “I” person anyway?  But can I say “I’ll think about it”?

The second one feels painfully devastating to my mind/flesh existence, a sense of loss of my writing words, my creativity…  of my imaginary friends!  My husband and I have these talks occasionally when I tell him how I understand on a very visceral level how “believing in belief” (here’s part II) can be so alluring even when one is not affiliated with any dedicated religious path.   There is a part of me that needs for something unseen and beyond myself to exist in order for me to touch the worlds I write from.  And while it’s probably not true that I need this belief….  I believe that I do, and I’m not quite ready to give up my belief.

However, I cannot say for sure yet that this is what Nick is trying to say here.  Either way, it feels uncomfortably like I have been feeling lately, as if it just is, and I cannot touch it, but I can speak of its effects.

The last link?   That I had no trouble getting my head around.  And interestingly enough, it related to some of the topics discussed by Guy McPherson in the question and answer segment of his video The Myth of Sustainability.  So many things we do for the sake of the individual.  Yet we forget (or ignore) how much we affect each other.  If we really did act with compassion….  What a change we could make in the world.

So there we go.  That’s part of where my mind has been lately.  That and watching my son and husband play Twister (I did not last long in the games).

ROW80 Check-in

Feels So Good (Chuck Mangione album)

Linked to a Youtube video because it is such an awesome song

Since this is midweek, I’m going to make this a mini.  I’m a bit behind on my new story writing.  The typing is going well.  The editing I’m ahead on.

Even the other stuff…  Today I put myself into Hootsuite.  Testing the waters.  Not sure I really like it.  Been twitchy not having Facebook sitting there.  It could also be due to my not having set it up fully.  And I do NOT like the $6 a month cost.  I’m weird that way, not big on subscriptions, though I don’t mind a larger one-time fee.  We’ll see what happens.

I’m off to post this and to sleep and dream.  Maybe tomorrow we’ll be off to co-op, maybe we won’t.  Things are always in flux.

And that’s okay.

Tuesday Snippet and Twitter Thoughts

An illustration from Franklin's paper on "...

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The post is late today.  I’m blaming Daylight Savings Time.  It’s not really the reason, but I loathe the concept of DST enough that I feel no remorse in making it the scapegoat of my present frustrations and tiredness. Yes, I truly have no shame, denigrating one of Benjamin Franklin’s most lasting creations so…

Oh, well.

Let’s talk about Tweets, not twits (and no, this is not to imply Franklin was a twit; I’ve never met the man, but I do know myself, and the label certain fits where applied).  Added to my incapability to go to bed on time or adjust to a new sleep schedule (even with several months of warning), I find myself still struggling through the world of Twitter.  Yes, I use the platform; I participate in #wordsprints and #row80 gatherings; I follow people, and by some odd chance I have even garnered myself some followers.  Continue reading

Tuesday Snippet

Confession time:

Writers Posting Stories Online For Free Scare Me.

When someone posts their writing on the web, so many alarms go off in my head.   I admit, I wonder about people who post their stories online without any expectation of recompense.  Yet, here I am….  I have posted snippets of my “exercise” writing for the past month and a bit with little concern.  Actually, I rather enjoy it.

As well, I’ve found a greater appreciation for many of the writers I’ve “met” online since posting my work.  Some of the writing that people post on their blogs and websites ends up being the best writing I find.  Some of it is … well, to put it politely… dreck.  But usually I see enough to keep me content.  And sometimes I see something that will inspire me to look up the longer works of an author.

I hesitate to say that is the goal of most posters of online writing is to get you, the reader, to go buy their books.  I know it is for some people.  It wasn’t my reason, and I know others who that wouldn’t fit either.  Some share for the joy of sharing, for attention, for an outlet… Continue reading