Time, the past and Shakespeare.

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I’ve been going through old stuff at my parents’ house, and it really makes you think about the past and our connection to it. The past can feel much like dream; like something that never really happened, but then you find a concrete reminder that it really was.

Shakespeare’s soliloquy from MacBeth automatically springs to mind:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time…

Of course, it then goes into the dark mortality stuff, but I can’t help but think about all those petty-paced “tomorrows” piling up during Shakespeare’s life, and then after, and all the way along until now. The sun goes up, the sun goes down, the world spins and on it goes.

There are many schools of thought in which there is only now, only the moment we’re currently experiencing. No future, no past, only now. And in some ways, that must be the absolute truth, as time as we use it is a construct. A day here isn’t a day on Mars; a year here isn’t a year for Saturn.

But time is also a dimension; a marker of where something is. My phone is next to me on the sofa right now, but it wasn’t there yesterday. If we could look into yesterday as we can look up and down and right and left, we wouldn’t see my phone.

Should have warned you I was deeply philosophical today.

Whatever time is, it’s going, and I have other things to do. Happy Tuesday.

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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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I’m having the Monday morning blanks today. Friday, I knew exactly what I wanted to blog about today, but I probably should have done that then because whatever it was, it’s gone.

My sleeping is off lately, I don’t know if it’s the heat or the world or just life as a whole, but I’ve been waking up in the beginning hours of the morning and having trouble going back to sleep.

Thank goodness for “Monk.”

So the gears are sticker than they should be today, the wheels grinding to a week-start more slowly.

A weak start, more like?

Ah, where there is punning, there is hope.

I’m going to try to get my brain to a more acceptable level of participation. It may or may not involve more coffee.

(I mean, we both know it’s going to involve more coffee.)

But I hope your week is off to a faster, brighter, more efficient balloon drop, and if not, you’ll join me in a cup of whatever beverage gets you going. I mean, probably not alcoholic beverages, if it’s morning where you are too, because that seems like a tipsy way to kick off a Monday, but for so many of you that could be moot because it’s already Monday evening or later. All of which is to say I’m making that other desperately needed coffee.

Have a great Monday.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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#AccountaClub Friday, August 10, 2018

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accountaclub-woodIt’s that time, AccountAbles! #AccountaClub Friday, where we talk about how our weeks went, and how we’re doing with our goals.

Mostly writing goals, but they don’t have to be; all goals and life changes are completely welcome! You can leave a comment here, or, if you prefer, write a post about it and drop the link in the comments so we can come cheer you on!

This week was definitely more productive than last. I think I’ve finally recovered from my vacation, which was amazing and fantastic and wonderful. And exhausting. Still haven’t gone through my pictures; maybe I should add that to the goals.

Writing-wise, not too bad, I started something that I thought was new, but then realized it was part of a project already underway. That’s a weird and kind of fun feeling when the writing seems somewhere outside of you.

Did my political piece, got a little editing done on that novel that is, at the moment, like plunging my hands into a trough of spaghetti. I really need to build up my editing endurance again.

Speaking of endurance, on a non-writing note, if you hang out here, you probably know I enjoy my yoga, which I try to do every day. That wasn’t possible on my vacation, as I was on a cruise ship and couldn’t even unfurl a yoga mat fully in the cabin, but I’ve gotten back into it since I’ve been home.

But I’ve found that, even when coupled with walking, the yoga just isn’t enough. I’ve tried to do other workouts later in the day, but found my motivation flagging. I’m a big fan of variety in my exercise, so I finally decided to try Daily Burn, a streaming exercise service with new interval workouts every day, I think, or probably Monday-Friday.

I didn’t join their site, I did it as an Amazon add-on, so it’s a little less ($14.99 a month versus $19.99) but it appears you don’t get access to the community features or live workouts. You can still stream the live workouts; you just don’t get them live.

And I love it. I LOVE IT. The workouts are really challenging, but only 30 minutes. You can’t get bored because they’re different; there are even different instructors each day. It has a positive, honest vibe. Totally a convert.

The best part is that it has really helped my focus. It burns (ha!) off much of the excess energy that can interfere with concentration. I think I’ve found a good balance between my AM yoga and these workouts, because I don’t have to worry about trying to intensify the yoga, I can just do what feels good.

And that’s my extra-long week!

How was yours?

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Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Ten Word Photo Prompt: Unknown

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It’s 10 word story time! Using the photo above as a writing prompt, create a ten-word story. Exactly ten words.

Drop it in the comments!

Here’s mine:

No mirage, he stood at the end, waiting for her.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Some thoughts. Mostly mine.

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Hammering and drilling again. No idea why or where it’s coming from; I’m starting to think my neighbor has secrets of the mad scientist variety.

At least that would be interesting.

I was wrong about the rain yesterday, and got caught in it, but luckily I had a nice big umbrella, courtesy of Abt Electronics. If you can snag one of their umbrellas during a promotion (nearly typed “premonition”…huh) then do. They are mighty umbrellas.

And with a major digression, I just got an email from TJ Maxx telling me, “these are so you.” My questions: What are “so me,” and how would TJ Maxx know?

Yes, I opened the email. No, there really wasn’t anything there, just categories of clothing. About as disappointing as the real reason for the drilling and hammering likely would be.

Reading this post back, I sure have retail on the brain today. Weird. Not really in the market to buy anything at the moment, yet two brand names have wormed their way into my consciousness enough to end up here.

It’s so odd, we never really know what’s influencing us, driving us, whispering in our ears so quietly the ideas feel like our own. Sometimes we can harness it for our benefit; often we’re being harnessed for another benefit.

Creepy.

Though not quite as creepy as that drilling and hammering that seems to have stopped. Step one to world domination must be complete.

What’s whispering to you today?

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

 

 

So. Yeah. Tuesday.

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So much Tuesday. The rain is gone, for now at least, and from here it looks like serious summer. Postcard summer.

The kind of summer that seems impossible in January.

I’ve got a little time-pressure, which isn’t how I generally blog. I like a languid expression of the day, a quiet intro, or middle-tro as the case may be. Not today.

Today these fingers better get moving. It would help if they moved more accurately. I’m typo-city right now.

But here’s the thing about typos. Sometimes they result in the most-fun things, like my previously-mentioned “caffiend.” I mean it’s so perfect, I kinda think that part of my brain did it on purpose.

Or so I choose to believe.

None of those today, though. Unless “thsoe” sounds interesting. Which, come on, we both know it doesn’t.

Fun fact: it took me three tries to get the typo spelled the way I wrote it the first time.

So no creativity in my mistakes. Today they’re just mistakes. And that’s OK too, or so I hear. Making mistakes.

It’s weird that we seem to make more of them when it’s important that we don’t. Pressure or contrary human nature, who knows which, but the need for perfection always draws them in like flypaper.

Does flypaper work? That’s one of those purely-for-simile-effect things for me, I’ve never used flypaper. But magnets get all the metaphors, so I thought I’d go a different way.

But  I digress.

Maybe the answer is to let perfection go and by doing so, lose all of its crafty traps.

Tuesday on.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

 

Monday musings plus rain.

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It’s a rainy Monday after a string of oppressively hot days. Saturday I tried to do an art fair, but after less than 30 minutes I felt faint.

Alas.

It’s one of the nicer ones, too, with truly talented artists as opposed to the type of fair where you wonder if everyone has been too kind to the people hopefully springing for booths. Art is hard.

Art is even harder if you intend to make a living at it. Not that I’d know anything about that.

And now it’s Monday like the weekend never happened, like the relaxation has vanished into a never-was. Yeah, fine, right, maybe the rain has made me a little melodramatic.

But only a tad.

I’m feeling unsettled for reasons I couldn’t pin down, which is odd as the rain usually calms me. I love a good rain. I love a dramatic rain, though this one isn’t. Steady, by the looks of it. No thunder, though.

You know what I call this. Writing weather.

Though I’m not sure that’s going to work today, I’ll have to see. Other things to do, but maybe they can be shifted. Such romantic notion, writing in the rain.

Well, not IN the rain. I don’t think my computer would enjoy that very much. Though note to self: waterproof computers, the wave of the future. GET IT? Wave?

I told you, all over the place today. I wonder if more coffee would help?

Doesn’t it always?

Happy Monday!

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.