I would actually apply this to Walter. But I can have my moments. So, people. Lets not be stupid.
I’ve gone three days without writing a decent post and I had plans today to write something that was of decent capacity, but here I am writing about not writing. I want to update this blog a bit; I’m not exactly sure what I want to do. I think a bit of a new sidebar and a bit more information that I’ve kind of let go by the wayside. A new quote or two might be nice.
What would you like to see? Any ideas? Categories you might want to see. A better index? Do you like my Saturday Inspire posts?
More quotes? More flash fiction? I’d love to know what you readers are interested in seeing.
Comment and let me know. I’m open to more options.
This is just a little milestone in the scope of blogging for me, but I want to thank all of my 300 followers, new and old. For sticking with me through some very weird blogging years, for commenting and liking my posts and for just hanging around when you could have left long ago.
You are all rather wonderful. :)
Who am I? Do I show my true self in life? Sometimes I wonder as I make my way
through life and interact with the public, friends, family, and at home.
I joked with someone recently that I don’t swear in public because I have this persona I’m trying to keep up, in which case this person replied “Oh, street cred.” That is completely it. In public I am the good girl. The girl that might be a bit prissy but mothers love. I love to be polite and kind and well dressed, even if I’m in just jeans and a t-shirt.
But that is who I am really. At home I might swear a bit more than I should. I know, Boris, you don’t like me swearing. Sometimes certain words just get my point across just right, though I never use the ‘F’ word or the ‘C’ word or any combination of those nasty things. I totally get a lady should talk like a lady.
With friends I’m more apt to say what I think. With family, I tend to say whatever I think. With the public…. I’m terribly, horribly diplomatic. Almost too much.
But who am I? I am that super girly girl who has painted nails and jewelry on all the time. I wear high heels and love it. I wear frilly dresses and have my hair just so. I have a book in one hand and a cup of coffee (always coffee) in the other. Picture upper class priss. That’s my inner me.
I don’t get to be that me very often. The most I can do is have the nails painted, the heels on, and the book in one hand… I get comments if I wear low heels, shorts and have scarf around my neck. Because I live where that is super dressed up. (not in my mind, but well, ranching community)
I would my true self in public. I like that aspect. I like being ultra feminine and girly. I would if I could. This is how you would see me if I lived in the city and did not have to worry about mud and dirt and no sidewalks and funky houses and growing and farm animals.
Most people wouldn’t get this about me, but I just think that Boris’s statement that I am a princess, is pretty accurate.
And I’m okay with that. (oh, pardon a glasses wearing princess. I happen to adore my glasses.)
I found this image in my files as I was looking for some writing prompts, and this came to me. Instead of troops fighting to the death on the fields, leaders who want to take over the world, or start a war with another country, play war games. IE, the strategy games of Risk and Axis and Allies are what come to mind first. (on a side note, I have never played these, but I know of them, and I know there is a Civil War game of the same ilk)
Each side, for instance, Ukraine and Russia, play their game to determine who gets Crimea. Can you just see Putin and Poroshenko at a table with all their soldiers spread out, playing hours on end until one wins?
Granted, these tend to have risk (haha no pun intended) with the roll of the dice, but there is chance even in real war. Maybe chess would be better. And if you say, “Oh, well I don’t know how to play chess well”… well, that’s the point. I mean, some people just do not do war well, which is why they lose… No offense Germany… Okay, what the heck, I’m going to say there is offense because I have my own issues about Germany even though I have a fair amount in me… but you lost two wars! Two. You don’t fight too well. Same with the British and our two wars….. *crickets chirping*
It’s also like I read in All Quiet on the Western Front. What if instead of all the men dying in wars, you had the two leaders get out there and box until one is defeated? Wouldn’t that save a whole heck of a lot of lives? Granted, I’m not sure Roosevelt would have been able to defeat Hitler, but well, we will never know? But it is a rather interesting subject.
Heck, if you really want to get down to basics, let the two leaders play several games of Battleship. Whoever wins declares victory and we all go home happy (except for the losing side and country) and there is no bloodshed.
It’s just a thought.
Despite the month of August being a smoke filled month (say hello to California wildfires and forest mismanagement) and the constant fill of farming and watering and working more than I care to think about, I was able to accomplish some pretty nice things this month and I thought I would share them. So drum-roll…… Well, you can add that in if you want. I’m doing it in my head….
Okay, so maybe those are small accomplishments, but small doesn’t mean inferior or not important. It’s the little things in life that count, right? I have to take little things and enjoy or savor them. The running is huge. The short story is huge. So, I’ll go with it.
Anyone else have some accomplishments that made them want to dance around?
Ah, irony. It doesn’t happen much, or I just don’t know irony when I see it, but sometimes it slaps you in the face.
So there I was running the other night. I went and ran two miles, which is huge for me. I’m trying to lose a bit of weight, not much, and tone a bit more. My choice of song?
Meghan Trainor’s “All About That Bass”. Pure irony.
I love this song, and so does Mrs. Day. Apparently it’s catchier than I thought because I’ve been humming and singing it all weekend into this morning. It is permanently stuck there I think. But it’s such a great song! Now, I’m fairly thin in the scope of things, but I’m far from a size two (thank goodness) and it’s fun to shake it a bit. Plus, well I was blessed (cursed) with a largish posterior. Go figure. So, well, I shake a bit. :)
So, there’s your Monday thAng. (that word comes courtesy of Boris who said something was a Cali thAng, the other day and it’s stuck in my head. Boris is a southern boy btw)
I owe an acceptance post to Amy over at Inkcouragement, and I have several things I want to write about, but just haven’t taken the time because it’s been so busy. For those interested, being a farm girl, there is not a lot of free time. Bleh.
A slightly ironic post since I didn’t go to bed until 3AM last night, or was it this morning? Then was awake by 8:30-9AM. Six hours of sleep is not enough, but it’s becoming more common with me and my generation. We stay up way later than our parents, and we run ourselves on caffeine and pure adrenaline, though with the lack of motivation I see, there isn’t much adrenaline floating around.
Eight years ago I would feel guilty if I was up at midnight. Now I don’t think twice about it. Heck, if I go to bed before 1:30 I feel like I’m doing really, really good.
And what am I doing in these early hours of the morning, “when the whole world is fast asleep”? Nothing useful. I rarely write because I’m usually tired. NO, I play on Tumblr and bounce around looking up things that could wait till morning.
If I would just turn off my laptop, open up my book, and read for ten minutes, I’d be out like a light. But I put it off. And right now as we are getting to our busy growing season, I need to be up earlier, yet going to bed after 2AM is not conducive to that. Or my overall general health.
So, maybe this prompt is a wake up call (no pun intended) for me to change my habits. Like stop writing posts late at night and do it in the early parts of the evening when I have some down time. And Tumblr will always be there wit things I’ll like. I can’t see it all. Nor should I try.
So, I know Marie of Presents of Mind and C.B. Wentworth know about my Tumblr addiction. I’ve mentioned it enough. Mimi, my friend is like this too, playing way too late. Does anyone else have my same issues? Do you stay up way later than you should and then run on empty? Do you put of sleep for other fascinating things? Vote in the poll. (My first one for this blog)
And lastly, read the article that the Daily Post used.
I have this thing. It’s called wanting to be right. I always want to be right. In an argument, I want mine to be the one that ‘wins’. I just have this need to be right. It’s not a very good personal trait to have. Not that being right is wrong, but feeling the need to be right all the time. It’s kind of hard to explain. And I want to go on a rant when I feel I am right. Hence the title of this post. Do I say something or hold my tongue? Since this is my blog, I’m going to say what I want.
Why am I bringing this up? Well, I’ve been following this blog of a young author/writer. By young, I mean he just graduated from college last year, I think. So for me, when you are ten years younger than I am, you are still a baby in my eyes. Partly because I swear, anyone under 25 seems to act like a child half the time. So this young writer doesn’t believe you need to read older books to learn style, yet he is a reader of James Patterson, Robert B. Parker, Michael Connelly, etc. Where do you think those author’s got their inspirations? From new books? By disregarding older books, you are disregarding the newer author’s inspirations, and by default, the new authors.
For instance James Patterson was inspired by The Day of the Jackal , a thriller novel by English writer Frederick Forsyth. Michael Connelly was inspired by Raymond Chandler as well as Robert B. Parker. You can read each of the interviews/articles where I found this information, below.
And in the process of researching these author’s inspiration, I read a brief bit on Raymond Chandler cited by Wikipedia as “Chandler had an immense stylistic influence on American popular literature, and is considered by many to be a founder, along with Dashiell Hammett, James M. Cain and other Black Mask writers, of the hard-boiled school of detective fiction.”
Whoa. So, without Raymond Chandler, two very well known authors might never have been. So, clearly it’s not necessary to read anything of his. He couldn’t possibly know anything. Can you sense the serious sarcasm here?
I’ve noticed a trend with younger writers. They think they know everything. Especially if they have written something or self published. Did you know that Albert Einstein knew everything about relativity? (again sarcasm) Einstein could just disregard Sir Isaac Newton because he was sooooooo old. Newton couldn’t have possibly known anything about anything. Einstein had it all figured out by those scientists that had just figured out things recently…………………………………………………………..
I know next to nothing about writing. But I don’t act like I know everything and if someone a decade older than me were to tell me something regarding writing, I’d listen. I find it counterintuitive for a young writer to tell someone, in their own way, that what the older writer is saying is, say, wrong. By saying you disagree with the thought that it might be a good idea to read older books is not a really wise statement or frame of thought, in my opinion. I think this goes in line with my post the other day about reading the classics. See HERE
Now, again, how does all of this apply to being right or wrong? I know I’m right. I know that you need to read older books to know how to find a style and to, GASP, learn a thing or two about writing. What would this young writer say if Michael Connelly told him to read a Raymond Chanlder book? “Oh, I don’t need to. It’s old and I don’t read old books?” That seems foolish and immature in my opinion.
And my opinion is right. As you can see —>
For those interested the blogger I’m discussing is Write me a book, John! and you can read his blog at this address http://johnguillen.wordpress.com
I’m not hyperlinking because I don’t want to connect directly to the blog through this post. Just copy and paste. The current post in discussion is ‘Genre, Which Genre?’ and I have commented a few times on the post. This is all if you are interested.
Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy his posts, but this is a follow up to my post about the classics the other day. And it just leads me to wonder how you can be a really good writer if you are not willing to read , and read, and read, and that includes old books. Pardon for the long post and semi rant. If this becomes a regular occurrence, I may have to stop reading this blog. Whew!
I would love some feedback and opinions on whether you agree or disagree.
Currently I’m not making bread. I should be.
Currently I’m not folding clothes. I should be.
Currently I’m not sending books to people who’ve requested them on Bookmooch. I should be.
Currently I’m not posting a review for a book I read three weeks ago. I should be.
Currently I’m not sorting books that have gotten out of hand. I should be.
Currently I’m not writing blog posts even though it’s been almost a month since my last one. I should be.
Currently I’m not decluttering areas that need it. I should be.
Right now I’m thinking about an email I want to send to a friend, the Once Upon a Time fan fiction I’m currently interested in, the book I’m writing, the music I want to listen to, the boxes of books I want to go through, and the blog posts I should write before the holidays get going.
I’m so behind of what I want to do versus what I should be doing versus what I need to be doing.
Currently I am not….. And I should be…..
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