MBS strikes again

It’s been rainy today.

Not the kind of steady rain that makes me long to curl up with a book and a blanket and a nice cup of tea, but the kind of deluge that makes me begin a mental inventory of everything in the basement that might possibly be damaged if the sump pump breaks down and the water begins to rise. It’s not been the kind of thunderstorm that me long to sit and watch roll by from the comfort of a swing on my front porch, but the kind of thunderstorm that makes me turn on the TV so I can catch the latest weather updates, even as I compulsively check my phone for the same thing.

The power flashed here, but didn’t completely go out. The wind howled as if a blizzard were on the way. The rain hit my windows with such force that I wondered if it wasn’t hail instead. And in under an hour…

Day 26: Hidden

Hidden away in the store room of a castle in the clouds, my hopes and dreams of a life among the stars lie half-forgotten amid the debris of a once-vibrant imagination. Covered in cobwebs and rusted from lack of use, my imagination lies in tatters as I await the gruesome end I am certain I will see.

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Day 6: Hands

My hands are not adept at drawing or painting, although I wish they were. My hands are fairly adept at writing, though, or at least they were. I find that lately, I’ve been doing less writing. I don’t mean to imply that I haven’t been writing poems and stories (although I haven’t actually been writing much fiction), because I have, but I’ve been doing a lot more typing than normal lately and a lot less actual picking-up-a-pencil-and-writing-something-down.

I take a lot of pride in my handwriting. It’s small and neat, and my cursive is pretty. I get a lot of complaints from my husband that it’s too small to read, but that’s a matter of opinion. 😉😄

I have the time for writing at the moment, though, so I really should be doing more of it. But there are so many other projects that need attention…If I could afford to retire tomorrow, I would definitely not be bored. I have more than enough projects and story ideas to keep me busy for a very long time. But retirement is a dream, and a far, far away one at that (especially with the market in the shape that it’s in – I just got my quarterly IRA statement and I’ve put off opening it for a week because I don’t think I can handle that much negativity).

Besides, right now my hands are needed for cooking and playing games with the kids and so many other things. Writing will still be there when they’re all grown. Writing will always be there.

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What’s up?

Well, my video diary idea rapidly crashed and burned, and with it, my plan to write a new poem (and blog post) every day.

Whoops.

I guess that’s about par for the course, though. Lately it seems that I plan and God laughs (hysterically). So what have I been up to so far in 2020? Well, let’s see. I’ve been:

  • Revising The Lokana Chronicles (again);
  • Writing poetry (but sadly, not every day);
  • Workshopping my poems (yay feedback!);
  • Trying to keep up with the kids;
  • Working;
  • Getting older;
  • Saying goodbye to relatives;
  • Capturing Iowa’s natural beauty with my camera;
  • Playing a ridiculous amount of Harry Potter Wizards Unite and Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery;
  • Stress eating;
  • Catching up with friends, both old and new; and
  • Submitting poems for publication (not that it’s gone well).

I suppose that’s actually quite a lot, given that the new year is only just a couple of months old. And January was definitely crazy – almost as crazy as December, if you can believe it (I know I can’t).

Also, show of hands: Who’s ready to be done with winter?

So how about you? What’s new in your world? Have you been able to stick to your New Year’s resolutions?

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What a beautiful morning

I got today’s video knocked out a bit earlier than yesterday’s. There was a beautiful sunrise this morning, and I couldn’t help shooting it:

Mornings are so pretty in Iowa. But it would be even more peaceful if the boys didn’t argue about every little thing.

Of course, since I’m me, I decided to add to the challenge by writing a poem to go with each day’s video. Yesterday I wrote a haiku about two of my kitties; today I wrote another one about how nice it would be if my kids did’t spend each morning’s wait for the bus in an argument over something. They argue about everything lately.

I’m excited about the poem aspect of this challenge. I’ve gotten back to work on The Lokana Chronicles, but I don’t want my poetry  to fall to the wayside, and this will be a great opportunity to keep those poetic muscles in shape.

Well, that and the two poetry groups I’ve joined in the last six months. 😄

What about you – have you set any new year’s resolutions?

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New year, new challenge

One of my friends posted a video today showing a brief look at her life over the past year. She made it with a video diary app called 1 Second Everyday, which allows users to capture videos one to three seconds long. I thought it was a pretty cool idea, so I downloaded the app and decided to try it myself. Of course, since it’s late, there wasn’t actually a whole lot going on at my house except for visits from my kitties:

Since it’s a video diary app, there’s also a section to record your thoughts on the day:

Days spent antiquing are so much fun, even if some of the really cool things have to be left behind. But kitties don’t care about tiny typewriters of pretty stained glass. All they care about is food. And water. And ear scritches. And getting inside the house again.

I’m really hoping I can stick with this challenge. I’d love to be able to create a video similar to my friend’s this time next year. And if nothing else, it’ll give me a brief record of my year, since I’ve been so rotten at keeping up with my actual diary the last few years.

Do you keep a diary of any sort?

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Momentum…I don’t has it

I had hoped to carry my November blogging momentum forward into December, but that didn’t happen. I could blame the holidays and being sick and all kinds of other things, and I wouldn’t be wrong, exactly, but I would be just making excuses. Because the truth is that if you really want to do something, you’ll find a way (and the time) to do it.

It’s not that I don’t want to blog, because I do. But my project for this month fell flat in a hurry.

See, I had this idea to document my Christmas spirit. Last year, one of my coworkers questioned my commitment to festivity, so I proved my love of Christmas by wearing something festive every day I worked for the entire month of December (and if I’m not mistaken, I may have started between Thanksgiving and December, but that’s not really important, I suppose). I only worked three days a week for most of the Christmas season last year due to my class schedule.

Apparently, however…

Throwback Thursday: ’90s Inspiration Edition

Today’s Throwback Thursday post is going waaaay back. Like, back to the ’90s.

My very first autograph.

Tonight I had the pleasure of attending Final Thursday. It’s a reading series hosted at the Hearst Center for the Arts; there’s an open mic period followed by a featured reader, and it’s a whole lot of fun. I attended a couple of times in college (either because it was mandatory or there was extra credit), and I even managed to read something once (so I wouldn’t have to do a write-up on the event later). For someone who hates public speaking as much as I do, that was a big deal, particularly when it came to the essay I’d decided to read.

Anyway. Even if you’re not reading, Final Thursday is a ton of fun because…

Well, it’s Wednesday…

…but I’ve got nothing. It was a long and uneventful day.

I’ve been watching a lot of TED talks recently, and I ran across this one about the lessons Jia Jang learned from a hundred days of rejection. I thought it was really cool, and maybe even worth trying myself. At any rate, it gave me a nice little boost of confidence to start submitting things again.

Well, that and a friend who badgered me (good-naturedly, of course) into entering some poems in the James Hearst Poetry Prize, which closed the 15th. I can’t wait to hear back regarding my submission, regardless of what, exactly, it is that I hear back. I mean, obviously I’d like to win, but I’d really just like an end to the suspense.

So there’s that.

What are you all up to lately? Any wrimos out there winning Nano? Tell me your stories below!

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