Cake for everyone!

I just realized that today is the second anniversary of when I decided to start writing on the internets. Yeah! Two years of rambling. And sometimes photographs if I can’t think of anything to say.

I should probably go find a photo to post because I don’t have a lot to say about this anniversary, except that I’ll keep at it. I just thought I should mark the date.

Fortune2 Nevermind

Procastination. I am doing it right.

Floral w filter  4324I have been procrastinating like crazy today. A whole day in front of me with no plans, three versions of the next chapter that I need to turn into one chapter that doesn’t make me grumpy, and it’s too hot to go anywhere. I should just sit down at the computer and turn these 9,000 words into 3,000 words that move the story forward.

Oh, but wait. I recently upgraded my photo editing program and it’s so fun to play with. And then two hours slip by. Two hours in which I did not write.

Going to engage Vitamin-R now and focus. And drink more iced tea because damn, it is hotter than hell out there.

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Popsicles for dinner for the foreseeable future.

Three things to read

I should post something. I mean, that’s why I have this thing, right? But I’m traveling for work, which is keeping me pretty busy. I didn’t even pack my camera, so I can’t post a picture.

Instead of writing something, how about I share some links to some of the many things I bookmarked this week to read later? Here are the last three things I saved to Instapaper.

Oh, this is appropriate:  25 Things Writers Should Know About Traveling. I’m not sure that I’ll ever work this airport-adjacent chain hotel into a story. On the other hand, I wrote about 2,000 words on my WIP this afternoon while sitting in the bar, which is more than I wrote all of last week. Sometimes just the change in scenery is enough to recharge the imagination.

In the midst of a busy news week, the Pulitzer prizes were announced. Here’s some background on the winner of the Pulitzer for national reporting, InsideClimate News. The online publication does huge reporting with a small staff of reporters and if you would like to support their efforts, I recommend buying the e-book version of their prize-winning series on the 2010 oil spill in Michigan. It’s a great read and only $2.99.

The Body in Room 348. I have no idea what this is. I think the headline grabbed my attention. I will definitely be reading this soon.

Well, that’s … interesting

WTF Veggies Mar 2013

Sometimes, I think my CSA is just messing with me. This one had a name, though, so I didn’t have to resort to the internets to figure out what was lurking in the bottom of my CSA delivery box.

Behold the Maitake mushroom.

No idea what I’m doing with it yet. If anyone has suggestions, please share.

No need to add insult to this one

Elderly People BW 020After a long day of working in the yard and doing other spring cleaning, I felt pretty good. Sure, it was the first exercise I’d had all week, since I’d been stuck at my desk or in my car for most of it, but it felt good to be moving and putting some muscle (such as it is) into my work. That’s a satisfying feeling. I went to bed very happy with the progress I made and slept soundly.

This morning, I woke up, stretched and felt the muscles in my back voice only a minor complaint. Not bad, I thought. I figured I’d be much more sore.

I jumped up, made coffee and opened the window to let in some spring air. I sneezed.

And threw out my back.

Damn it.

Hazard zone, indeed

Tsunami WarningThis sign should be over my desk this week. Or rather, on a sign around my neck, since I’ve been running every which way to deal with emergencies and attend meetings since Monday morning. Two more days of scheduled panic, pressing deadlines and oh, lord, more meetings.

Then I hope I’ll be able to relax and enjoy this beautiful weather. And write. I miss my imaginary friends.

Crooked, Winding, Lonesome, Dangerous Trails*

Tucson AZ scenic 009 016It had been too long since I’d taken a proper vacation. Not a trip to my hometown or to visit a favorite place, but traveling to a place I’d never seen before.

So, I’m just back from my first visit to Arizona and I fell in love with it. I could not stop taking photos of the beautiful scenery. How long do you have to live here before the desire to photograph every cactus fades away?

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A little retail therapy was in order, and I was in the right spot for that. I learned my lesson (the hard way) about buying large, heavy, and breakable items on vacation.

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It was still fun to look. I did buy myself jewelry (easy to pack home), but was too distracted by the “oooh, shiny!” of the silver display and forgot to take any photos.

And now, after three days of hiking, museums, art galleries, historic sites, shopping, and a lot of excellent Mexican food, I feel refreshed and ready to tackle the last 10 percent of my WIP. Which is great, since now I have half-dozen new ideas. A hazard of travel, but one I will gladly risk.


* May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. Earth Apples: The Poetry of Edward Abbey (1994).


   I sat outside this morning with my laptop to enjoy the warm weather and the sun and the incredible smell of the blossoms on the lemon trees. I got some work done (actual work for the paying day job) and then I got some work done (fun work, reading my critique partner’s latest chapter) and even started to write a few words on my own WIP.
   It was quite productive. Right up until I identified the faint noise in the background. It had been rising and falling but was mostly drowned out by the usual sounds I hear in the yard – the neighbor’s dogs, kids playing outside, a soccer game at a nearby park (also, the infernal car alarm on the ’98 Ford Taurus down the block, but it was short-lived).
   When the noise grew louder, I finally got up to look over the fence and see what the new neighbors were up to. And when I got close to the big lemon tree, I saw the source of the buzzing.
    It was this guy. And a couple hundred of his friends. They were also enjoying the lemon blossoms. Or maybe they were getting their work done. I don’t know a lot about bees. I will say that they were very industrious and didn’t mind me poking around and taking some photographs of them.
   So, while I wasn’t working as hard as my little striped visitors, this was a very fruitful start to the weekend.
   Hope your weekend is, also!

Life, Interfering

Howarth, Yorkshire. Home of Brontes.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve checked in and I wish I could say I’ve been writing. Well, I have been writing, but not anything fun. The thing they don’t really tell you when you start thinking about being a lawyer is how much of your job depends on writing. Not that it would have deterred me because I love writing. But I’m ready to write something that’s, well, fun. With imaginary people suffering imaginary woes. Instead, my writing has been about real people and real problems and it’s been a real downer. But it is what I get paid to do.
   In the middle of this crush of work, I spoke with three people IN A ROW who were heading out on vacations to Hawaii, the Caribbean, and on a cruise ship. Clearly, I am doing something wrong.
   In the last three weeks, my “writing” has consisted mostly of listening to writing podcasts on my commute and thinking about the scene that I need to write and why it is that I’m not inspired to write it. Is there something missing? Why is this scene so difficult to write? It needs to get done, though, so I can get it to my critique partner and then move on to the scene that I want to write.
   Or maybe I’ll just skip this scene and skip to the fun stuff.