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Delays and Considerations

After last Wednesday, I needed to step back and slow down a bit.  For the first few days, I did a lot of busy work, just to keep my mind off things, knowing that my creative moments would be filled with thoughts of kitties and loss.  I’m one of those people who rushes into the “make all the arrangements” side of grieving, because to stop and feel that soon, that close to a death of a loved one is too hard.

Let time do its part and soften the edges some.  Let me accept that s/he isn’t around anymore to see, spend time with…  Let the change in presence feel more gradual.

Though he wasn’t referring to grieving per se in his essay Common Sense, Thomas Paine was spot on when he stated:

But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason.

Change is inevitable and vital, but when forced to face it head-on, many of us balk.  We revert to old patterns.  We resist or deny.

I took pictures.

Not pictures of the sweet Mrrp, but of flowers.  When I started trying to develop some real photography skills, I worked mostly with flowers.  They were more agreeable to standing still for extended periods of time while I tweaked ISO settings and adjusted my white balance than my son or wildlife tended to be.

I used my old iPhone because getting out the Canon and kit just seemed to be too much fuss.  These pictures are not high art.  Just a moment captured, an attempt to slightly immortalize a thing of beauty that dwindles all too fast…

Exactly the type of thing that one needs to do at times like these.

So here goes:

Looking down into a Poem of Ecstasy iris

Looking down into a Poem of Ecstasy iris

And though definitely less flashy, these classic “Great Lakes” irises have the most amazing fragrance. This page compares it to magnolias. I find them closer to a slightly spicy root beer float.

In the shadow and reddish hues of the tri-color birch, this blue beauty seems almost purple

In the shadow and reddish hues of the tri-color birch, this blue beauty seems almost purple

I love irises. I think I could easily make a yard full of them. These and a carpet of creeping thyme and clover instead of grass…

My ROW80 Check-in and Assessment

Normally I would post a list of my goals.  Being so close to the end of the ROWnd, it seems all the more necessary to consider all my progress (and failures) so more consideration toward next ROWnds plans might be made.

ROW80LogocopyScrew consideration…

I’m writing.  Since Wednesday, my daily total plummeted (I’m squeaking out my 750words a day, but little more) from often over 2500 to around 800.  I’ve only done my Five (handwritten) Sentences twice.  I typed in two pages for the first time last night instead of writing this post.

I’ve puddled in my languages, read books, and played dumb flash games.

And I showed up and put in my time for my JuNoWriMo sprints, but was too distracted to get words of my own most days.  I’m not sure now if it’s a good thing that I have most of this week off (our wedding anniversary is Wednesday, and so I asked for some family time)—as much as the distractions slowed me down, they also kept me involved in writing and people.

It’s not like this December and January where I drifted out of touch with the whole world because there was so much loss to deal with.  Love or not, Mr. Kitty was a cat, and as an outdoor, mostly still feral animal, I always knew he would not only die eventually but likely sooner because of his life.  But I also knew he was happier with his life as it was (except in the winter…  he’d have liked to have stayed inside during the winter) than deal with the other occupants of our house beyond me.

So…  there it is, a day late, but here.


Sort of… a ROW80 check-in

ROW80LogocopyMaybe I’m just not ready to write this yet…  I have story ideas that need to be put on the page, and the only thing keeping me from doing that is this insane need to dot my Is and cross my Ts so that I can say “ah… finally, I can relax and spend time with my characters”…

Thing is…  it’s late for me already, and this medicine I started a few days ago for the tick bite (doxycyline, so not really a nasty one; it’s just somehow hitting me badly) made eating exciting all day.  Oh, that and the big drill in my mouth and sore jaw from getting fitted for a new crown….

At this rate I’ll have more porcelain in my mouth than tooth.  Actually…  I thin I’m already be there.

But there lies the check-in and the sort-of all in one…  I’ve been writing.  I feel the urge and the need to write.  Life has not been cooperating with me.  And I just sliced my palm open on one of those upholstery staples, so typing hurts.

I’m a very talented lady, with lots of words to write.  I haven’t been as good at my non-writing goals (I took pictures yesterday, but not today; I haven’t been doing my languages, no MOOCs, I did do push-up practice…  actually a pretty productive couple of days when I think of it).

Tomorrow I’ll be reopening the linky for the First Friday Photo on my other blog The Garden of Delights.  It’s just a once a month thing, and I’d love it if you’d like to contribute an image.

This isn’t my contribution…  this is what I’d be doing right now if I could.  A few months to go before we hit Saranac however.

On the Lake

On the Lake

Not Sure… But Prepared Anyway

wippetwednesday_zps53e803c0Well come, well come all!

It’s WIPpet Wednesday, a friendly little bloghop where writers post small (often random) samples of their most recent Work In Progress for your (and our) enjoyment.  The only rule we have (besides being nice and constructive when we comment on each other’s work) is to make our snippet somehow involve the date in the post.  Most of us count the number of lines or sentences we post (sometimes using convoluted maths to do this).   Sometimes we use the date as a theme…

Today it’s maths.  Taking the first three numbers of the date, I added the first two and subtracted them from the third for three…  three paragraphs from a backstory section of Singer of the Swan Song, book two of the Swan Song Series.

He didn’t know why, but Ytramli did not like the sound of Cleansed.  The girl was a princess, more so, she was the heiress…  There was nothing about such a person that could be considered unclean or wrong, at least not in his opinion.

Besides, anyone who laughed the way Atyriia had, cried as she had…  To become so silent.  What had been done to her?

He gathered up a handful of the ointments and vials he thought he could spare easily and brought them out to the main room.  Yes, he would probably have to return the rest, but maybe he could also plead his case to the Healer and be allowed to keep them.  Maybe…  Ytramli wondered if perhaps not bringing the items would be seen as further theft or if he could persuade the women to allow him a few… a few for the journey he knew he needed to make soon.

And that’s pretty much it for me this week.  A shout-out and cheer to our hostess with the mostest, KL.Schwengel at My Random Muse for maintaining the WIPpet Wednesday.  If you’d like to find other WIPpeteers, this is our linky.

Some trails lead to everywhere... (a cemetery near Kenilworth)

Some trails lead to everywhere…
(a cemetery near Kenilworth)

One last bit…  there is no ROW8 check-in today.  I’ve adjusted my schedule bar on the side to show the change, but I wanted to explain why I chose this.  Time is a part, of course.  It’s easier to read (and write and schedule) a shorter post that doesn’t involve an update.  Not to mention, I’m always being told to write what I like to read.  I prefer to read posts that focus on one topic.  I don’t mind links to extra directions I might want to explore, but I like the  cowtrails to be a bit more self-directed.

It took me some time to figure this out, and I’m still not sure this is an all or nothing thing for me.  Sometimes a meandering post can lead me to wonderful creative insights into the blogger’s mind and then to character development and then…

But for now, I’m going to try this new way of doing things and see what happens.  And I’d love your perspective on how it works out.  Thanks!