I had weird dreams this morning after I woke up too early. They involved “Bob’s Burgers” and an overwhelming sense of unreality.
Which they would.
I’m careening into Tuesday with a caffeine underload (why can’t that be a thing? It should be a thing) and lots of ideas swirling. It’s lovely out, real summer, and I’m wondering how many times is too many times to reheat coffee.
Maybe I should toss in some ice cubes instead. See?
It feels like a nitty-gritty day, which any writer can tell you turns into a Strangest Search Day, a cascading series of rabbit holes, each more banal yet fascinating than the last.
Better hop to it.
I hope you have an excellent Tuesday.
Not in a definitive frame of mind today. Do I want to blog?
Make inroads in those pesky pesky projects lurking just beyond this blog in the pile of words yet unwritten?
Chuck it all in and feed a different part of my brain all together today?
The one thing I do not want to do today is marinate in the awful goings-on of the world. Just today.
There’s a constriction in ambivalence, the narrowing of roads when a decision is made. Wait long enough, and sometimes the decision is made for you.
Regardless, it’s Monday, and Monday it will do. Have a great one.
So Twitter is glitchy today and the lack of it has me realizing how many “just five minuteses” of my attention are consumed by it.
Many, many five minuteses.
In some ways, it creates an urgency, the latest comments, the latest news, the latest speculation.
So, so much speculation.
And even though I know it’s fruitless, at least for the time-being, I’m still posting on Twitter.
It’s pretty out, no longer scorching, and maybe today will be the first in a long streak where it doesn’t suddenly turn dark and start pouring. But who’s to say.
Meanwhile, I’m venturing into Wednesday entirely Twitterless.
Well, not entirely.
I’ll probably even try tweeting this post anyway. Have a great Wednesday.
Yesterday was such a Monday I didn’t even post a picture with the blog. Now that’s Monday.
Today is not Monday, as it’s Tuesday, and as such I hope to at least manage some kind of image up there. Fingers crossed. (UPDATE: I did it! Photo accomplished.)
We’ve got fluffy clouds and summer temps and not enough coffee but that’s a daily issue. It would be nice if scientists got to inventing a caffeine with all of the benefits and none of the drawbacks.
I suspect Aunty Ida could handle that.
The great thing about a finished blog post is all the times I got distracted writing it get smoothed away. Unless I tell on myself as I did right then.
And distracted I was, by those self-same fluffy clouds and assorted other shiny things. I’m definitely feeling the lazy drone of summer, it’s nearly hypnotic.
But off I go to be productive in some form or another. Have a great Tuesday.
I need to stop watching “The Handmaid’s Tale.” Reality is dark enough, and watching, knowing there are plenty of people who would be thrilled if society were structured that way, is really doing me in, so to speak.
I’m stressed right now and it’s heading in all directions.
Which, of course, is normal, given all that’s happening and all that could happen, but it’s tough to keep the “could happen” in perspective.
The apocalypse is kind of overwhelming. I guess that’s the thing about apocalypses.
I bet they never thought they’d have to make that one plural.
Meanwhile, I’m slowly closing in on the end of this first draft, so at least the world I can control is in hand.
Well, sort of control, my characters are rebelling. AGAIN.
Characters sure have minds of their own. Which seems cosmically unfair, to tell you the truth.
Anyway, it’s Wednesday time. Have a good one.
It’s one of those innocently sunny days, the kind that pretend as though there’s never been a cloud in the sky.
Still it finally looks like summer outside, with the sparkling leaves and lush green grass. Given the amount of rain so far, it better be lush.
I cannot pretend that I am not preoccupied with the thought of children wallowing in filth, in the very conditions that breed epidemics, without proper cooked food, without toothbrushes or soap or blankets or beds. An unabashed evil has taken root, twisted, insatiable.
And there’s no clear way to stop it. Some of the people with the power to stop it are the very source of that evil. Were this a story, there would be some kind of magic, some kind of spell that would end it.
But it isn’t.
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With that, I trudge into Tuesday. Have as nice a day as is possible.
It’s pretty chilly for June. Last year, we were steaming away with incredibly high temps, and this year, it’s feeling like April.
I’ll take the cooler temperatures but I’m not sure everyone would agree.
Yesterday’s can-do optimism has given way to something else, something waterlogged with the news that just keeps going, with one ridiculous thing after another.
Exhausting stories of endless entitlement and unearned privilege, of shocked horror at consequences for actions, of people who should stay quiet asserting they have the right to be front and center.
You have to wonder if this is all deliberate, stuck as we are in the minds of writers. I feel like it’s shifted to Bradbury at this point.
Maybe more coffee would help. I’ll think about that.
Regardless, off I go into the great expanse that is Tuesday. Have a fabulous day.