The commuter traffic outside my office window has slowed somewhat, but it’s Friday, so the expected busy, busy of anyone riding the weekend’s momentum has made for a much more noisy morning than I like. Gardeners have started their mowers, weed whackers, blowers. I can hear garbage trucks in the distance.
Tag: Writing
Dawdling
It’s Wednesday. Remember Wordless Wednesdays? Once upon a time, while many others were busy posting an image or a cartoon to take a bit of a blogging break midweek, I was busy finding excuses about why I wasn’t wordless and thinking how could anyone ever be wordless? I made jokes about my seemingly endless stream…
Saturation point
saturation (sat-u-ra-tion) noun The state or process that occurs when no more of something can be absorbed, combined with, or added. This would be me on food. Eating it, looking at it, purchasing it, cooking it, cleaning it up, and most of all — writing about it. I’m saturated. In fact, I’m probably super-saturated, but…
Writing
I read a piece by Ann Lamott yesterday telling me something I already knew. If I’d just commit to writing for 30 minutes a day, in a year I’d have something. Of course, “something” is going to depend on the person who has to read it, but at least it would be something to work…
Not quite a thousand words
It’s not Wednesday, and I’m rarely wordless, but I thought this pretty much summed up where my head is these days. The sad thing is, it isn’t like it wasn’t watered or didn’t have light. It just never really got any attention. Oh well, huh? Oh well.
Still here after all this time.
It’s cold here today — even more so than it normally is in the spring. The clouds are indiscernible, resembling more of a blanket cast over our heads. There was drizzle on the patio this afternoon as well, and I willingly pulled a thick sweatshirt over my head wishing I had an excellent book to…