Barely Blogging

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Blogging this week has felt like a real challenge. It’s weird for me; sometimes it’s like water, it just flows, I sit down, my fingers move, and a few minutes later there’s a post, done and dusted.

Other times, not so much.

I’m tired this week, so that could be it. It can’t possibly be because I have nothing to say. When do I ever have nothing to say?

There’s so much happening right now, it seems to be taking up a huge chunk of my mental resources. Including the bloggy part.

Basically, we’re in the middle of history happening, unfurling in front of us. Some day, this will all be settled fact, we’ll know the outcomes of the trials. In the words of Shakespeare, who really did get everything, “The truth will out.”

But right now, the truth’s still pretty in.

And I’m obsessed with it.

One of the things I’ve learned from yoga is accepting what is. And so right now, blogging is tough. Who knows what tomorrow holds?

(Actually, I do. It’s a photo 10 word story prompt. See you then!)

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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Sloooooow this Tuesday.

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Ever have one of those days when you wish your blog post would write itself? But then it never, ever does?

Never?

Ever?

You’d think these things would be more helpful by now. This 21st century stuff isn’t anything like we were promised.

(“What’s a blog?” asks my 20th century past self.)

I’m physically tired from the junk-clearing, so so so so much junk clearing, and mentally tired from technical difficulties. I also dropped my phone on my foot, corner down, so ouch.

I think I’m detecting a little bit of a blog-whine today.

Two cups of real coffee down…well, one and a bit, I’d need to reheat if I’m going to drink it, and I’m no more awake than I was when I got out of bed. Which makes me question the wisdom of getting out of bed.

But then we’re back to those 21st century deficits, because then somehow I’m the one who has to feed me and my robot butler hasn’t been invented yet. It’s truly a travesty.

Anyway, we’ve gone about as far as we’re going to go today, literally and figuratively as I’m icing my phone-toe. I hope you’re tearing up your Tuesday.

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.

 

Manic Monday

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Did you know Prince wrote that song (“Manic Monday”), famously performed by The Bangles? Such an amazing talent, and such a sad loss. Not sure why I have Prince on the brain today, but there he is.

It’s been a packed several days as I continue to help clear stuff from my parents’ house, an archaeological adventure in many ways. It’s amazing the amount of space you gain when you clear out the junk. I think I’m going to try it here, to sort through the accumulations you just don’t notice and you stop seeing.

I think that’s true for us, too, on the inside. We could have so much more room if we cleared out the junk, if we dug through the layers and got to the messy, dusty bits wedged in the corners. Yoga, I find, helps with that; clearing bit by bit, making more space to breathe.

Which is a little ironic, given how much the dust makes me sneeze. Can’t say for internal dust, though I’d guess it does as well. I mean, it makes sense.

Sorta.

Anyway, I’m off to make space, physical and perhaps metaphorical. Hope you have a good 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.

AccountaClub Friday, August 17, 2018

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accountaclub-woodWeeeelllll…there were other priorities this week. Pressing life priorities. I had to help my parents clear many decades worth of stuff out of their house, which took up all of the weekend and most of the week, and yesterday I had an allergy attack thanks to the dust.

Not sure if anyone’s ever died from dust, but I could be a pioneer.

I had the whole deal, the streaming eyes, clogged nose. I’m still pretty sneezy today, in fact just talking about it I think just loaded up the old sneeze factory, I’ve sneezed twice writing this sentence.

Time for some more Sudafed, though not the kind you have to ask the pharmacist for and prove you’re not a meth lab. Hopefully that will help.

Not a stellar week for writing. Definitely a stellar week for finding stuff I didn’t know still existed, like some old dolls and some book favorites.

So AccountAbles, how about you? Did you kill it this week? Did it feel more like this week is killing you?

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.

Ten Word Photo Prompt: Lights

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It’s Ten World Photo Prompt Day!! Using the image above, craft a 10-word micro flash story. You can have a title, but as always, let’s not go crazy with them.

Feel free to post your masterpiece in the comments.

Here’s mine:

With the alien ship submerged, he’d need a bigger canoe.

Wednesday’s giving me the stink eye.

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I’m having technical difficulties today. And I don’t just mean the electronic type; I managed to get toothpaste in my hair while brushing my teeth this morning.

Toothpaste. In my hair.

I also lost my coffee cup, which was patiently waiting in the microwave where I warmed the milk before I made the coffee. I don’t know about you, but I think I’m in for a long, long day.

It’s gray outside, though I don’t think there’s rain ahead. It’s gloomy for no reason but the gloom.

Fitting.

Writing, for this week, is a pipe dream, there’s too much to do in the physical world. Too much that needs clearing. And now’s the time.

So I’m going to pack up my troubles, though I’ll probably just take them with me rather than leaving them behind because that’s how one of those days tends to go. Hopefully there will be less hair-toothpaste and missing coffee and more shifting into higher gear.

I’m going to need it.

Have a wonderful Wednesday, all.

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.

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.

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.