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So. The time change.
Wow am I feeling it.
It’s only an hour, one single hour, and it didn’t affect my waking up, but I am dragging today and behind on everything. About an hour behind on everything.
I’m grumpy and I want more coffee and today I won’t even have a hint of debate. Even though it’s nearly noon.
I’ll be back.
So that’s brewing. Hopefully the extra dose will do me good.
It’s gray and muddy and colder than it looks. It feels like spring should be here, but it’s reluctant. I don’t know why it would be, we’re always so happy to see it.
I’ve got Tasks ahead of me I don’t want to do, but they must be done. One of those days.
One of those weeks.
So on I go, optimistic only that my coffee will soon be ready. Have a great Monday.
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Yesterday the wind was fierce. So bad, in fact, a friend in town from Minnesota was left surprised and breathless from it. And today the temperature plunged into the single digits.
She has winter weather war stories that will play in Minnesota of all places. Imagine that.
I am tired enough today that, despite drinking out of a cup like a big girl for several years now, I just dribbled my much-needed coffee. Not sure which is worse: the potential mess, or the fact that between starting this sentence and ending it, I’d forgotten the punchline.
As I said, tired.
On this flat, gray Monday, the gears in my head failing to catch, the entire outside tired of winter, I am not heading into my week inspired. I would like to be inspired, of course. Who doesn’t want to be inspired?
But instead I am much like the weather, as though it has seeped all the way through. Which it does, around this time in February.
Spring’s got to show up at some point, right?
Anyway I hope you’re having a much sharper start to the week than I am. Have a great Monday.
I’m late posting today because I’ve been involved in some chat room drama.
Spurred by a dramatic return by someone who made a dramatic exit. I will spare you the gory dramatic details, but I find myself fascinated by how much like junior high things can get in the span of less than a morning if you have the right agitators involved.
Which got me thinking about writing. Which these things do. Because nothing is better writing fodder than people who act in ways that are both predictable and yet surprising.
As real people do.
Observing conflict in the wild, even conflict aimed at you (which this was) can help with plot and character development. In fiction, our characters always seem to have clear, definite motivations. People need to want something, if only a glass of water, to paraphrase the Great Kurt Vonnegut.
Sometimes, the motivation we give them in a story is bigger, deeper, grander than it has to be. Think about the contrast if something huge and story-shaping comes from something small or petty. Like in life, the small things snowball, and that can make for something compelling.
So see? Even a weird, not great morning can be inspiring. Or, scratch that, weird, not great mornings can be especially inspiring.
Hope you have a great, not-weird Wednesday.
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Yesterday’s headache seems mostly abated, which is good. I don’t like the molasses feeling of slow thinking. It’s much better when my mind is sharp.
I like it sharp.
Behind today, though, for some reason. Got caught up in a little tidying, though there is yet more to do.
There always is.
It’s Tuesday, and it’s sunny and it feels like something is the air. If you were thinking spring, it’s definitely not spring, winter is holding fast and enjoying its moment.
An attention hog, is winter.
A quick one today, I think I’m going to have some tea and get myself ready for some writing and editing. I’m going to need an extra boost.
I hope you’re having a wildly successful Tuesday.
Drinking out of my “embrace your inner unicorn” mug this morning, but I’m having a hard time finding a sparkle, let alone a rainbow. And you can forget the glorious, shimmery horn.
I am off today.
Yes, it’s Presidents’ Day (PLURAL POSSESSIVE!) so I can, technically, take it little easier, but by off I mean off my game. Like I just had to try three times to hit that period.
Yesterday I had a headache, and I think it’s still with me, slowing down the old noggin. And fingers. I actually dropped a piece of sushi yesterday.
On the floor of the restaurant.
Never done that before. It’s sushi.
The day started gray and ominous, but suddenly it’s sunshine, the surprise snow–they said one to two inches, but they didn’t say they meant repeatedly–fresh and white.
Hopefully it’s a metaphor for the rest of the day.
So I’m going to Monday my Monday. I hope you have a fabulous start to your week.
I mean, I know. It’s winter. I live in Chicago. That’s not hard math to do.
And it’s brilliantly sunny out today, with bright white snow and a bright blue sky. Beautiful.
But I’ve got that inside cold that doesn’t quite go away until often the end of April, the kind when you’ve been cooled all the way through.
Like I said. Winter.
The sunshine is so deceptive, because the sun lets off zero warmth. Absolutely none.
Yet it shines merrily away up there as though it’s helping out. Not so, sun.
It does make for good writing weather, though. Listening to that cold wind, knowing there’s nowhere cozier than my new little writing spot. Looking forward to getting to it.
The writing, I mean. I’m blogging from there right now.
That’s the thing. Anything can be a motivator, if you look at it the right way. I’d much rather be in here, perhaps with a cup of tea in the not-too-distant future, than out there somewhere, that wind making ghosts of us all.
In here, my worlds are as warm as I make them. That’s a control I like.
I hope your Wednesday is appropriately warm.
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My posts specifically about writing have dwindled recently, but I used a technique yesterday when stuck that was so effective, I had to share it with you.
It’s called a “List of Ten.”
It’s not my own technique; I picked it up at the writing program at the Second City Training Center, and though it was taught to us for use in writing comedy sketches, it can get you past a hump no matter the genre.
That was a very long sentence. On we go.
It’s simple. You generate a list of ten possibilities. You can use it to create possible topics; characters; plot points; situations; whatever you need. In my case, I didn’t know what happened next. I’d started with something and it just felt wrong.
So I did my list of ten and it helped me to get to the right next point. Make sure you do at least ten, as my writing instructor said, as usually your best ideas come near the bottom when you really allow yourself some wider thought.
And that’s it!
Have you tried them? Do you have a go-to technique?
Either way, I hope you have a fabulously productive Wednesday.