Writing other things today:
The cat is not helping:
I write here because I enjoy it. It’s a bit like journaling, which I’ve tried to do kind of regularly since 2003:
The journals are for me. I write to remember. To record. To think on the page and try to understand or process what’s going on inside, which can sometimes feel so terribly complicated. I work on stories, I write out prayers, I respond to arguments and disappointments and happiness and the books or movies that I’ve loved or hated or had mixed feelings for.
Sometimes, I look back to see if I still think the thoughts I thought five years ago. Sometimes, I find things I once wrote that are now, with time, funny or ironic or weird. I use those things to try and amuse or encourage family members. Sometimes, if we can’t remember when something happened, I’ll look it up to see if I wrote about it. Sometimes I did – sometimes I didn’t.
Anyway, the journals are personal writings that are mostly for my own benefit and enjoyment. My own purposes. It’s not writing I plan to do anything with. It’s just me and my thoughts about life and life’s bricabrac.
This blog is similar. I read about successful blogs and good blogging habits, sometimes, or about bloggers who’ve used their online spaces to make money or achieve fame or gain other writing opportunities. And that’s all well and good, but that’s not my purpose, here.
Of course it’s nice when people read, and when they enjoy my writing, and when they say so. I’m grateful for those of you who keep dropping by to look in on my rambling. But I think I’d still ramble whether or not anyone was looking in.
Those are my favorite blogs to read, actually. The ones that are reflective, a bit rambling – just going on about life or opinion. “This was my day,” or “This is what I think,” or “I think this is what I think.” And because that’s what I enjoy reading, that’s what I try to write here.
It’s been fun so far (for me, anyway). Thanks for stopping by.
And in honor of May the Fourth, I go to my writing not to work on serious projects, but to play around in the Star Wars universe.
‘Cause in the world of my imagination, there’s still a chance for characters to live, for love to last, for change to happen, for things to get better.
*brings lightsaber up to block*
*faces off against a Mickey Mouse dressed as The Grim Reaper*
In a perfect world, each writer has at least one intelligent, thoughtful, straightforward friend with lots of free time on her hands, which she happily uses to read every little thing Writer writes so she can give helpful feedback.
But it’s not a perfect world, is it. And so you find substitutes.
Like the cat.
Again, another person (someone who can read and speak) is ideal. But if you can’t get ideal, get creative instead.
I was going to write last night. It being NaNoWriMo and all, me being so behind already and all, writing stories being my favorite thing to do and all.
I did not write last night. I came home from work shortly after the polls in Michigan closed, and settled in front of the television with chili, chocolate, and a cocktail. I really, really thought I was going to watch Clinton become the President-elect.
I was really, really wrong.
I made myself another cocktail. I fell asleep on the couch sometime in the early hours of Wednesday morning, listening to Donald Trump give a semi-gracious acceptance speech.
(Or something. I was so tired I thought I might have been dreaming. But, I guess not?)
I’m still proud I didn’t vote for that man. I rewarded myself with Reese’s on the walk back from the church where I filled out my ballot. “Chocolate for NeverTrumpers,” I said, digging it out of my pockets. “Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy on us all.”
Today, I will be writing. Stories are important, always.
I might also be listening to Christmas music.
I don’t know what it’s like in other parts of the world, but in Michigan, these are fall things traditionally done to celebrate harvest and the change in season – a farewell to summer and a cocky, “Come at me, Winter – I’m not afraid of you.”
To be done in no particular order:
Buy school supplies whether or not you can think of an actual reason for a new set of ink pens and stacks of spiral-bound, college-ruled notebook paper. (NaNoWriMo, perhaps? I mean, as long as all that paper’s just sitting around.)
Visit a nature center to admire the fall colors.
Rake leaves before they all blow into your neighbor’s yard where he will have to rake them all by himself.
Jump into your leaf pile (not someone else’s leaf pile, unless you’ve been invited).
Throw leaves at a friend’s face.
Run away and hide from your friend until she cools off about all those leaves stuck in her hair and under her shirt.
Visit your local farm store to buy cider and donuts.
Pick an apple, polish it on the sleeve of your jacket, and take a bite. (No, do not steal apples: visit a u-pick or a friend’s/family member’s farm.) Fresh-off-the-branch apples really do taste magical. Or, at the very least, quite tasty.
Dig all your sweaters and fuzzy slippers and thick wool socks and long-sleeved shirts out of the attic.
Borrow a few “school” books from the library. Not textbooks, but your favorite going-to-school books. The books you read while going to school yourself, or the books you read instead of doing schoolwork. Books about magical school or more interesting school or more useful school or school you’d at least prefer to your own school. Or maybe you liked school and just want to watch book-characters suffer at a school they hate. My favorite school-books are the Anne of Green Gables books or Harry Potter.
Plan a Halloween party, or if you’re like me and don’t care for Halloween, plan a Fall Festival party.
Buy lots of candy for potential Trick-or-Treaters, then turn off all the lights in the house and hide the car and pretend not to be home so you can eat all that candy yourself.
Make comfort food: loaves of cinnamon-raisin bread, potato soup, beef chili, chicken-pot pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie. Let the house smell of spice and warm simmery goodness.
Take some time to look deep into the autumn sky because there’s nothing quite like that blue.
Welcome, Autumn. Let’s have some fun before the snow. =]
~ Make chocolate-chip cookies in the evening when the house cools down
~ Lick the spoon in spite of the risk
~ Eat ice cream with fruit loops for dinner
~ Sleep in
~ Work at the restaurant
~ Go to bed early
~ Drive to The Farm to visit my parents and sisters
~ Attend an Independence Day celebration
~ Have a backyard dance party and cookout
~ Attend another Independence Day celebration
~ Eat vinegar pickles
~ Drive back home while listening to music, possibly with the windows down
~ Visit with friends, who will have been playing Dungeons & Dragons in the house while I was gone. Or perhaps they will have left already, and the house will be empty but still smelling of coffee grounds and grilled meats
~ Sit on the swing in the dark and watch fireworks, while wondering what fireworks were like in Tolkien’s day, and what he imagined when he wrote about Gandalf’s
~ Write some more
The magnificent Shannon Noel Brady over at Pointing Telescopes has nominated me for The Sunshine Blog, which is why you all get this strange and spontaneous post. I’m still not entirely sure what The Sunshine Blog is BUT I had a fun time answering the questions and then coming up with my own. Here are the Sunshine Blogging rules, according to the other posts I’ve seen:
Step 1: Thank the lovely person that nominated you.
Step 2: Answer the 11 questions aforesaid lovely person asked you.
Step 3: Nominate some other folks and ask THEM eleven new questions!
One: What’s your earliest memory?
I don’t have a distinct earliest memory. My memories started around age four, and so I have a whole mess of them jumbled together from that age. Here are several:
Pretending to be Belle by borrowing my mother’s little blue Bible and a hand-basket to carry around the house, imagining I was about town.
Being afraid of the neighbors’ dogs. Not because I didn’t like dogs, but because they barked so loudly it hurt my ears. I loved riding my tricycle on the wooden deck behind the house, but only if I was sure the neighbors’ dogs weren’t going to come out unexpectedly and startle me.
Sitting in a child-seat on the back of my father’s bike as he and I rode through the neighborhood to visit the library.
Two: What kind of hat best represents your personality? Any kind! Top hat, jester bells, a sombrero… (Even if you would never wear it in real life.)
This is my lampshade hat. Someday, I intend to install a little bulb and a pull chain in it, so I can turn a light on every time I have a cool idea.
Three: What’s something that other people are fine with but totally bugs you?
Eating pancakes without putting butter on them first.
Four: Something that you’re fine with but totally bugs other people?
Five: Favorite dessert?
Chocolate chip cookies. My mother has this amazing recipe and anytime I make them I think, “Ah, yes – nine dozen cookies should last me a loooooong time.”
But no. They never last long at all.
Six: What’s the one sentimental item (not a living creature or practical object like a phone, etc) that you would grab from your burning house if you only had time to grab one thing?
The cross-stitched quilt my grandmother made and gave to me before I left for college.
Seven: Favorite animal when you were 6?
Horses. Hasn’t changed.
Eight: Favorite pastime when you were 16?
When I was 16, I lived on my parents’ farm and while I enjoyed many things: long walks through the fields and bike rides over country roads and writing club and our small-town library and work at the family shop and gardening, my favorite pastime was to sit on the front porch swing after dark and listen to music on the Walkman CD player. I’d watch the wind in the spruce branches and the fireflies dancing down by the creek, and I’d imagine strange universes and epic battles and magical characters.
Nine: You’ve just met a stranger. What’s something that would make you immediately like them if they started talking about it? (BESIDES books or writing, that’s too obvious!)
Old movies. (Think Hatari, Singing in the Rain, The Great Race, Ben-Hur, Charade, Laura, and The Wizard of Oz.)
Ten: What’s your computer wallpaper?
Something Star Warsian.
Eleven: Invent a superhero persona for yourself!
I already have a superhero persona: she is called “Shadow” and she is a ninja-type crimefighter, usually sidekicking for her best friend, who is also a superhero.
Thanks again, to Shannon at Pointing Telescopes.
Have a lovely night!