Archives for June 2011

Some Commitment Issues

*twittering*   *chirping*   *chatter*

Yo!

…I KNOW!  I can’t BELIEVE that Brooke Shields…wait.

*shifts to new browser tab*  Oh.  It’s you. Hello.

Betsy.

Blogosphere. What are you doing here?

Well, I kinda thought we had a…date.

Did we? *crosses arms*

Today’s Tuesday.  You know, time for a blog post.  Three times a week, remember?

I remember.  I’m just surprised that you remembered me.

Hey, what’s all this? Are you angry about something?

No.  Why should I be angry. I have nothing to be angry about, do I?

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Social Media: The Poem

As social media in all of its many, many, MANY forms has become a major part of my life, I, naturally, felt the urge to write a poem about it. And I am happy to present this fine work of literature to you, my dearest, closest friends.

PS – note the colon in the title of the poem. When I was an English major we rocked the place if we put colons in the title of anything.

PPS – please feel free to set this to music if you’d care to.  I think it calls for heavy metal.

 

 

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Self-Challenge Update

It’s been a while since I posted a self-challenge update and, since I didn’t have anything else planned for tonight, this seemed as good a time as any to do so.

Goal 1 – write every day

I’ve written every day since May 30th with the exception of Tuesday, June 7th.  I missed Tuesday because I was completely stressed out from work and my brain was a puddle of mush sloshing inside my skull.  Ah, well.  At least I picked it up again the next day.

Goal 2 – write at least 1000 words per day, 1500 on the weekends.

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Out In The Fields

Some days, you just need a little tranquility, you know?  And boy, has this been one of those days.   Which is why I thought I would share the following poem with all of you. This poem always makes me feel calmer. I think it has something to do with the rhythm of the words, the cadence, what they are saying.  When I read it, I can almost smell the fresh air, feel the sun on my face, and I find myself…settling. It almost always helps me back to my center. And after a day like today, it’s just what the doctor ordered.  Enjoy!

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8+2 Things About My Mother

Today is my sainted silver-haired mother’s 82nd birthday. In honor of this very special occasion, I thought I would tell you a few things about her. I was going to tell you 82 things about her, but then I realized that was probably a little excessive. So I decided to tell you 8+2 (10) things about her instead.  And, here you go –

 

  1. She paints amazingly well. She loves to paint winter landscapes in oil and acrylic.  She loves Currier and Ives.
  2. She has the neatest handwriting of anyone I know and has often threatened to disown me when she sees my signature.
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When I’m Not Writing

When I’m not writing, I feel sad and out of sorts.  These facts came home to me with a vengeance last week, because for some reason, I stopped writing.  I didn’t write.  At all. Nary a word.  Nary a peep, except on the blog, Facebook or Twitter. Nary a jot nor a tittle.

I’m not quite sure what happened.  In some ways last week was an exciting week – I got the draft of my book’s cover and cover copy, I found out my release date.  These are good things.  But the writing came to a full, dead, grinding, stop.  And that was very bad on many different levels.

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