Spinning in my Desk Chair.

This has been me for the past couple of weeks, people:

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Because I’ve been holding back some info that I’m rather excited about. I got invited to write a guest post over on The Bard and the Bible, sharing my favorite Shakespeare quotes. I was like:

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And then I was like:

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And then I was like:

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Welp, the finished product was posted yesterday at noon, and then I was like:

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Seriously, folks, I don’t honestly know why, but it was terrifying to see my words on somebody else’s blog. I’m still not sure how I feel about it.

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I can’t even imagine what it will be like when I finally see them in PRINT.

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At any rate, here’s the post. Check out the rest of the blog while you’re there, it’s magnificent. Also buy the book, as it is also magnificent.

That’s all for now, folks.

TTFN.

 

 

 

Mountains and Marmots.

Oof. I live in a pretty stunning place. I mean, look at this:

Just a casual snap I took with my phone while hiking with some friends yesterday.

The wildflowers were unbelievable.

Also, the mountain was covered in marmots.

And speaking of marmots, here’s the resident poet I keep telling you about:

The back of him, anyway. He’s a bit faster than me. Also, he’s not a marmot.

 

One last thing: Exciting news coming tomorrow! Or today, if you’re following me on Twitter. Exciting for me, anyways. Stay tuned.

My Lookout.

Well, people, this is going to be a VERY short blog post, as this is my last day of a quick trip to the ocean with family. Here’s a picture I nabbed this morning from my writer’s lookout, a little bench halfway up the cliff:

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Anyways, not sure whether that’s inspiring or just braggy,  but I’ve sure been enjoying it.

TTFN.

 

Introducing the Resident Poet.

If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time (or just indulged in one enormous binge-read), you will have probably bumped into a post or two where I mention my resident poet. For clarification, he is my brother. He writes fantastic poems, contrasting with my terrible ones.

Today, I figured it would be fun to introduce him to you all, and what better way to introduce a resident poet than by sharing one of his poems? I asked him if I could share it first, of course, and he selected a few that he isn’t planning on publishing any time soon. To my surprise, the list included one of my absolute favorites. It’s called…

Mind’s-Eye-Hawaii
by Seth Bridges

Arriving blindly
At your mind’s-eye Hawaii
To find houses shedding paint and
Rain clouds over a heaving plain
Is a let-down.

You could turn back now
And go the way the wind blows,
Listen to rain and radio
All the way back to the been there,

Or maybe make the best of it…

Find a reason to stay.
Shelter under a tree
Or a boat on the beach,
Brush back the damp
Hair from your forehead,
Watch the wind
Carry down

A brown eagle
To the slated sand,
Shy of the glare
Of perfect summer.
The soft color of another season
Brings them out.

Later, when windows
Deepen to violet,
Peeling paint and
Sparkle of rain
On a tide sheet
Are reason enough
To be here.

There. Isn’t that nice? I told you he was good.

Also, I hope this is inspiring enough to make up for the fact that I couldn’t post anything on Tuesday. The downside to living in a forest is that sometimes the internet is crummy.

TTFN.

Take Heart.

Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.

– John 16:33

There’s a lot of ugliness going on in the world right now. Manchester, London, Orlando… the list just keeps growing.

This verse has been circling around and around in my head and in my heart for days now. It’s more important than ever to remember that no matter how nasty things get, we’re still in the hands of God. His power is greater than that of bombs, guns, or knives, and greater than the power of the evil that wields them.

5 Things I have Noticed about Myself while working in the Hospitality Industry.

So. I’m coming to the end of a 2-ish month stint of co-hosting a dear friend’s Airbnb property while she is off on her world travels, and it’s been quite a fun learning curve, all in all. Especially after this weekend, which over here in the States was a big holiday. I had three sets of guests in as many days, so basically I’ve been speed-cleaning since Saturday. That means several things: One, I haven’t been thinking much about anything EXCEPT cleaning, and, Two, Oh gosh, how can it possibly be time to blog about writing already?

And then I reminded myself that life can’t be all about writing all the time. So today I’m going to tell you a few things I’ve noticed about myself over the course of this adventure:

  1. I am a people-watcher (confirmed). Okay, so I already knew this. But one of my favorite things about this whole process has been seeing all the different types of people that come through, and subsequently wondering things about them.
  2. I LOVE avoiding actual contact with actual people. Again, not really a surprise, and not as contradictory to the first point as you might think. The nice thing about online platforms is that you can interact with all sorts of people without having to go through the agony of meeting face-to-face. And yes, I realize some of you thrive on personal contact, but I am a shy, derpy introvert who forgets how to speak English when forced to make eye contact with humans. Yes, I am one of those people who will smile and say hello to your dog while ignoring you.
  3. I really like putting on duvet covers. I know. Most of you are probably shocked, and wondering just what alien planet I landed from. But maybe that’s because you’ve never learned how to put on a duvet cover like a boss. You’re welcome.
  4. I am the last person you want to fold your fitted sheet. Even after watching multiple videos, including this one. This method might be dummy-proof, but apparently I’m not.
  5. I have a sassy side that desperately wants to flaunt itself. Whenever people ask me “how far are you from such-and-such an address?” I always want to say, “How far are you from Google?” So far I have managed not to, but it takes much mental/spiritual exertion and sitting on my shoulder-devil’s head.

Okay, there you go. I have no idea why I’m blogging about this, but like I said… I can’t really think beyond double-checking the supply of toilet paper and watching fitted sheet tutorials right now.

I don’t know… You can always use this as a bit of characterization, if you like. I’d be proud to make it into your sassy-b&b-host-who-also-happens-to-solve-murder-mysteries paperback series.

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Goal Setting for the Planning Impaired.

Okay, I’m back. We’ve been having computer issues, and the ongoing attempt to fix them has included lots and lots of huge update downloads and turning the reins over to distant techies. Oof. Here’s hoping the problems get solved soon.

At any rate, I have the chance to blog now, so I’m taking it! Carpe diem, people.

I’ve been discussing goal setting with my resident poet lately. As in, really lately. As in, today. I’m horrible at goal setting. It always seems completely arbitrary to me. Like, “I wanna get published before I turn thirty.” What the actual heck. There is no possible way of guaranteeing that. Unless you self publish, but oh lawrdy that idea does not appeal to me. If you’re cool with it, then more power to ya. Not for this girl.

Anyways, that was a rabbit track.

Goal setting. Now, it may come easily to you, and if so, congratulations, this post is clearly not something you need to read, because I’m going back to the super basics. The ABCs, in fact. That’s because I am a complete infant in the ways of reasonable goal setting. In fact, this is literally me:

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Okay, so that’s not literally me. But it’s literally me. You know what I’m saying. Moving on.

The resident poet gave me the three things that a good goal has to be:

  • It must be measurable. Because otherwise it’s not even a goal. Duh. Even I understand that.
  • It must not depend on anyone but you. So “I wanna get published” isn’t a good goal, because somebody else has to decide to publish you. Decide that you’re going to submit to three journals per month, instead. Or whatever.
  • It must go beyond what you have already achieved. Awwwww, so you mean I can’t just set a goal to do something I already know is possible? Shucks.

Because in the end, goals are about progress. You have to stretch yourself in order to make progress; you must be able to measure your progress, or else how do you know when to celebrate or ramp up the pressure; and your progress can’t be dependent on other people.

So yeah. Super basic, and probably really rambling and clear as mud. But this is a blog about my process of becoming a writer, and sometimes it’s not tidy. It’s not tidy in my own mind yet, but I wanted to get it down somewhere to help lock it all in my mind.

Welp, that’s what I’ve got for you today.

TTFN.

 

Spaghetti Bolognese and Other Things which Require Stewing.

So if you’ve taken a gander at my Twitter feed recently, you will have noticed that I’m a klutz. I grabbed the handle of a pan that had just been taken out of a 350 degree oven. Hey, that pan usually just sits on top of the stove, okay? The handle isn’t usually hot.

Besides, I was writing. Maybe that should be the theme of today’s post… never try to write while simultaneously making dinner.

But I digress…

Anyways, what I set out to write about was how weirdly parallel cooking fancy noodles and writing stories can be. So here goes.

I don’t know if anybody else out there has noticed, but a certain slice of the internet has been losing its composure over Spaghetti Bolognese… Whether or not celery should be added, how much butter equals a “generous knob,” and WHY ON EARTH WOULD IT EVER BE EATEN WITHOUT SPAGHETTI???

At any rate, I had gotten a package of ground beef out of the freezer early in the day, with absolutely no plans, because that chef thing is not my thing. Usually I’m the brown-the-beef-and-dump-some-tomato-sauce-over-it-and-call-it-good type. But gosh, that just sounded so boring. And here was the internet being all hilarious and everything, so I figured, meh, why not throw my hat into the ring?

I interpreted the recipe as best I could, and let me tell you… Best Bolognese Ever. Possibly I’m biased, because it’s the only proper Bolognese I’ve ever tried. That’s beside the point, however. The thing that really made the difference was shoving it into the oven and letting it sit for a while. If any of you cook, you’ll know what a difference that makes, but it was kind of revelatory for me. Basically, everything mixes together and comes out tasting marvelous.

Okay, this isn’t actually turning into a food blog, I promise. I’m getting to the point now, which is that writing can be the same way. We’d all like to be those people who can sit down at a desk (or curl up in a cozy chair, or get in bed, or stretch out on the floor…) and pluck stories out of thin air. Maybe some of us are like that. Lucky dogs. I’m sure not. Yesterday, I was supposed to plan out the first draft of a short story for my writing class. I sat down at the computer like a good little writer, and… absolutely nothing. Zilch. Nada.

Typical.

So I spent some time on social media, because any writer will tell you that’s what most of their time is spent doing, and therefore it must be a good inspiration boost, right? Absolutely nothing. Zilch. Nada.

Finally, I went to YouTube and watched makeup tutorials, because at this point why the heck shouldn’t I? It’s not like I was getting anything done. Yes, I was having an attitude. Yes, watching makeup tutorials is what I do when I’m having an attitude.

So, long story short, at about 12:30 AM, when, okay, I should not have still been awake, my brain came knocking on my forehead like, “Hey, here’s a couple of ideas! Would not a pair of these have bred? Yes, being kept together and put to use.”*

About an hour later, I had my storyline. Along with a random snip of conversation for some other day, and several ideas for blog posts. Including this dandy of a thought:

Writing is like Bolognese: sometimes it just needs to stew for a bit.

 


*Geez Louise, I thought I was going to make it through a whole blog post without any Shakespeare references. I’m incorrigible. It’s from Twelfth Night, in case you were wondering. And they’re talking about coins.

Even if One’s Partner is Barely Tolerable.

There isn’t enough dancing on this blog. I’ve just noticed that. No blog of mine is complete without plenty of dancing. So I’m about to remedy that situation.

Quite possibly my favorite Fred and Ginger routine. Although that’s saying a mouthful. They’re just having so much fun. I love listening to them giggle.

And then there’s this:

My brother and I used to make ourselves obnoxious by zooming around the house shout/singing this when we were about five and six-ish. We didn’t know what “erroneously” meant, but who even cares?

Here’s this, too:

Find me a dancer who doesn’t have a bit of a crush on Misha. Go ahead. Try.

The video quality is horrendous, but the dance quality is top-notch.

If We Faint Not.

Inspiration has been at a low ebb lately. The last month or so has been full of troubling issues with my extended family, which have been making my life more about “keepin’ on keepin’ on” than bounding along the mountaintops.

Not that it has been all bad, of course. There is still plenty of loveliness in the world. Today, for example, I got to spend a couple of hours playing tug-of-war with a puppy, and the most troubling issue I need to deal with is figuring out how to cook corned beef for my dad’s birthday (Holy cow, I just did the math and it turns out this is his 60th!!!) dinner tonight. There seem to be about a thousand different methods.

But anyway, that is all just rabbit-tracking. Turns out, you can find inspiration even for those times where all you can do is keep your head down and plod:

“And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fells the hardest-timber’d oak.”

-Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part III

And then there’s this:

“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

-Galatians 6:9, KJV

So that’s what I’m doing. This pairing of quotes, by the way, is courtesy of The Bard and The Bible, a magnificent daily devotional by Bob Hostetler that I highly recommend. I’ll probably end up doing a review of it at some point, once I’ve gotten at least halfway through. There’s a blog to go with it, and I love it to death.