Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I've been going in many different directions lately. Whereas, in the recent past, this blog was where I came every chance I got, I've been spending my time going in a few additional directions.
I'm reading three different books at the same time. The first one is THE BONE MAN OF BENARES: A Lunatic Trip Through Love and the World by Terry Tarnoff. I came across it in a blog. The author, Terry, is the husband of a friend of a friend of mine. The second book is SILVERLEAF LODGE by T.R. Baker and the third is GIVE THE LADY A RIDE (not yet published) by Linda Yezak. I met both Troy and Linda on the Christian Writers website and agreed to read their books.
Normally, I read one book at a time. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I've taken on all three at once and fortunately, so far, I'm managing to keep them straight. I read a chapter or two in one book and then go on to the next book and do the same. It's kind of insane but I feel the need to show my support to both Troy and Linda simultaneously, which I've been doing after each reading.
In addition to my reading, everyday, I always read the new posts to blogs written by my blogging friends as they show up and then I send them each a comment; I read and respond to personal e-mails and check on activities going on in CW. I've posted some questions in CW; I've posted a smidgen of my writing on CW; and I've posted my opinions on other writers' submissions in CW. Lots of e-mails come in to me related to my questions, posts and opinions.
I'm hoping things will settle down soon so I can resume a more relaxed state-of-mind. Of course, I've taken on all of these extra tasks voluntarily and any pressure on myself is self-induced. That's my personality. If I find that I enjoy something, I multiply it by ten and then hang on for dear life as I crash into walls, spin in circles and go crazy in the flurry of my activities.
I'm not looking for sympathy, just a chance to tell it like it is. Thank God, I balance my mental stresses with physical activities. I went for a run this afternoon and came back home feeling rejuvenated and ready to face the rest of the day.
I'm in the habit of posting at least one photo with my daily posts so off I go to come up with today's selection. I'm back. I found one that seems appropriate. That's my leg as I rush from one activity to another, too fast for the photographer. (Actually this was taken by my husband at the very end of the biathlon earlier this month. Unfortunately, I was just WAY too fast for him. Don't I wish!)
Someday soon, I hope to have something more interesting for you to read. All of the above is of great interest to me, but from your perspective, I don't know. Until then, just look at the pictures.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
After reading a comment that K.M. submitted on my blog, I went to her website. I learned that she is a published author and that her first novel is available for purchase. I didn't hesitate to place an order and within a few days, I was holding her book in my sweaty little hands. Learning that authors are real people is exciting me. If K.M., a person who had taken time to comment on my newly launched blog, has a published book, maybe, just maybe, someday I will do something with my writing, as well.
Quite early in her book, this descriptive sentence impressed me: "Bent over with rheumatism and plump enough to be considered a little bit more than ample, she wore the decaying remnants of a youthful beauty like a silk party gown gone threadbare." A Man Called Outlaw is loaded with writing of this quality, chapter after chapter.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Nobody has enough time, or at least, nobody thinks they have enough time. Everybody longs for more time to relax, to sleep, to read or to write. They want time they've lost, more family time, more play time and, most often, a good time. I believe that in this day and age, I can bottle time, sell it and make a small fortune.
The walls inside my shop will be filled with shelves containing bottles, bottles of time. One area will have a selection of bottles under the category of DOWN TIME. These shelves will hold bottles filled with Nap Time, TV Time, Reading Time, Writing Time, Hammock Time and Chill Time.
The SOCIAL TIME area will have rows and rows of bottles with labels identifying their contents as Family Time, Friend Time, One on One Time, Play Time and A Good Time (sold in 2-packs only, due to its anticipated universal popularity).
SELF-IMPROVEMENT TIME will be available in bottles of Exercise Time, Prayer Time, Being On Time, Making Up for Lost Time, Over Time and Doing Double Time.
A MISCELLANEOUS TIME display will stand in the center of the store beside the checkout counter. Spare Time, Free Time, Fond Memory Time, and Saving Time bottles will rotate on this circular rack.
Instructions for use of my product will direct the consumer to shake the bottle gently and to twist off the cap. Essence of time will immediately flow up and out of the bottle, drifting slowly around the user. Each bottle will be guaranteed to contain scent-free, hypoallergenic time which fully envelops the senses and insures that the consumer's entire mental focus will be on his chosen activity.
Additional instructions will remind the buyer that he paid for this time, thus, he must not let anything interfere with it. He will be advised to keep the bottle close and to be prepared to use it to ward off any individual or individuals who attempt to interrupt his special time. It will be suggested that simply grasping the bottle at the narrow end and raising it threateningly above the head will prove to be effective in most cases.
The selling price per bottle will be five dollars. I'll make the product in a small room attached to the back of the shop. My inventory will include bottles, labels and twist-off caps. Every bottle that I label and seal with a cap will contain the exact same thing, that is, nothing. (This minor detail, I trust, will remain solely between you and me.)
I will post a sign on each wall ensuring customers that if they don't see the time they need in a bottle on a shelf, a special order will be taken and their desired bottle will be ready in 24 hours.
Time is so very, very precious. If consumers can be convinced that they can buy time and I'm certain that they can be, I believe it's my civic duty to supply their needs in the best way I know how.
Secondly, I'm just another starving artist looking for a way to pay for my next meal.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I pretend to work in a dental office. Yesterday, while I was passing the time absentmindedly looking in the appointment book, the combination of interesting names on that particular day, prompted me to try something. I challenged myself to write some sentences using the patients' last names in place of some of the nouns, verbs, adverbs and adjectives.
On this seemingly typical day in May, the last names of patients scribbled in pencil in the appointment book were intriguing. They were:
Sackmann, and Pearson,
Turnmire, Crick, and Cain,
Mowers, and Busch, Trotter,
Wendt, Forrest, and Clark,
Kristopeit, and Farnum.
While I appeared to be doing my job, I juggled the names and found connections between them. If you use your imagination, I think you'll get the drift of what I tried to say in these unusual sentences. These are the end results of my mental acrobatics:
I heard Cricks chirping from Busches in the Forrest.
It's sad that Timm can't Trotter now that he uses a Cain.
Did you hear about Clark? He picked Klingenberg Pearsons from a tree and Wendt off with them in a Sackmann?
To my surprise, Kristopeit Columbus fired a Buchanan and thus Mowers down Clark as he attempted to Selgren the sack of stolen pears.
Last, but not least, regarding that muddy mess in the corner of the yard, our gardener has been Turnmire instead of planting flowers Farnum and wide across the grounds as I requested.
[In a round about way, I got paid to write this week. Hey, I could get used to that.]