That’s an odd phrase, when you think about it. Why would the wise need a word? Wouldn’t they already know, being wise and all?
There’s disembodied music drifting in from outside, and I think it’s utterly unfair I can’t choose the playlist. At least give me some options, for goodness sake.
I put on my own music. Take that.
Though if I’m going to write I’ll have to switch to classical because lyrics tend to throw me off. Yep, the outside music is pretty annoying.
Anyway, point being that sound carries. Even if you don’t think it carries. It really really carries. And maybe take pity on a writer who can’t manage to block out the music that must be damaging your hearing it’s so loud.
See? Only thinking of them.
Off to Wednesday it up, while trying not to let that music get too irritating. Have a good 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.
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.
Me to myself just now: “OK. One…two…three…BLOG! And BLOG!
“Any second now.”
Apparently I’m too familiar with my mental tricks for them to work.
Or am I?
I think I’m heading for tea today, rather than another cup of coffee. It’s gray outside again, not for change, that’s for sure, and tea sounds cozier to me.
I know what’s coming next in the manuscript I’m working on, and I think I’ve been putting it off. I’d like to blame my protagonist who is definitely putting it off, but seeing as she’s a figment of my imagination, it’s possible we might both be a little bit responsible.
Meanwhile that tea isn’t going to make itself. It should.
But it won’t.
I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday.
I keep thinking today is Thursday. It’s not Thursday, it’s Wednesday. Not sure why I’m stuck on Thursday, but I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.
So I had one of those breakthroughs yesterday, an epic breakthrough like a dam bursting, where I finally, finally figured out a major plot point in one of the many stalled books I have going.
Stalled no more.
It’s the writer’s high we’re always chasing, that moment when you think, “Oh, THAT’S it.” When it all comes together, when it all finally makes sense.
My back brain is much smarter than my front brain. No question.
Now all I have to do is get it down on paper. Easy right?
You can join me again when you stop laughing.
Anyway, I’m off to imaginary worlds. Have a wonderful day in yours, imaginary or not so.
I had a night filled with detailed, vivid dreams of strange places and strange people. At one point I waved to an otter.
It waved back.
Very odd night of dreams.
Today I’m only half in this world, with something still trying to solve the night’s problems, whatever they were. I can’t remember them at all.
I have more grounded issues, anyway, like I keep forgetting to run the dishwasher. That’s not much of a challenge, and yet…I’ll get that one off the list today. It’s not like it’s a difficult one.
I guess I’m in a bit of a fog, both figurative and literal, so I need to go shake it off. Just the metaphorical, though, the literal is on its own.
Have a great Wednesday.
I have a whole lot to do today and I don’t want to do it.
Did I want to work out? Nope.
Did I? I did.
Did I want to blog? Not really.
Am I? Well, I think that one speaks for itself.
It’s a grind kind of a day. One reluctant foot at a time. The specific reasons right now are many, but it’s also a thing that happens.
Sometimes you have to tell yourself that any progress is good progress. A half-inch forward is still forward. Some days are tougher, and that’s how it goes.
I hope today is not one of those for you. Have a great Wednesday.