OK, the writer's block for today was titled "Snack Attack." BUT when I first glanced at it I thought it said snark attack. It immediately caught my interest. What does that say about me?
Don't answer that.
180 degree turn here: It makes me happy to hear my daughter singing in the shower. Currently, she's singing "Let Us Love" by Need to Breathe. Here are the lyrics from the chorus and a link:
Let us love (like we were children)
Make us feel (like we're still living)
In a world I know is burning to the ground
Give us time (to beat the system)
Make us find (what we've been missing)
In a world I know is burning to the ground
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3ORbjT8U
What food would you never put in your mouth for any reason, and why?
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I would never put calf brains in my mouth, and do I really have to explain that decision? I think not!
um...what are you looking here for? I told you the thought was gone.
Well, anyway, now that you're here...
...nope. nothin'. It's not actually writer's block, because a block implies there was something there that can't get through, where as, in my case, there was something there, it got through...
and kept going.
Maybe I should get one of those...oh, what's it called?...(this is a block, BTW, but not technically a writer's block, because let's be real...this isn't writing) NOTEBOOK! Then I could write down thoughts before they get away (maybe it would help if I learned shorthand. hmmm)
And just in case you're wondering, no, there is no point to this. I told you the thought was gone. I made a full disclosure statement. Nobody twisted your eyes and made you read this. And remember this from a previous entry: "I'm not making any promises about any life value you may get from it ("it" meaning any posts I may "write") and I'm not responsible for getting your time back."
I'm certain you have better things to do, so bye now. I need to get to the store and buy a notebook.
BH
- Location:office
- Mood:
ditzy - Music:glorious hum of the A/C
♥For Today… Wednesday, May 26, 2010
♥Outside my window... hot, summery weather. My red tea roses are blooming and our tomato plants have blossoms. Also, the neighbor's mulberry tree is providing us with jam-making material.
♥I am thinking... I'd rather be knitting right now.
♥I am thankful for... my husband taking our car into the shop to get the AC fixed.
♥I am wearing... an old, comfortable knit dress, white cotton socks, and crocs. (Don't judge me.)
♥I am remembering... my mom. Her sister, my Aunt Goldie had a birthday this week.
♥I am going... to have leftovers for supper tonight. It is too hot to turn the oven on! (That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.)
♥I am hoping... to finish a sewing project before Saturday.
♥On my mind... not much.
♥One of my favorite things… cool mornings.
♥From the learning rooms… War of the Worlds is fairly lurid reading.
♥From the kitchen… Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli from yesterday.
♥Around the house... Laundry finished.
♥A few plans for the rest of the week… Sew, knit, attend my niece's high school graduation.
- Location:office
- Mood:
blank
How would you describe your life so far in a six-word sentence? How often would your 'life sentence' change?
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Don't deserve all my wonderful blessings.
I'm certain that is never going to change--for one thing, I already have the blessings!
Writing about a Writer's Block suggestion, a few random thoughts came to mind. First the block-busting question was (and I'm paraphrasing) if you could change your writing ability for another writer's, would you? Would you keep the change? For my answer, just read my previous post. Personally, I've moved on.
What occurred to me is "How much would it stink for some of the great writers to wake up with MY writing ability?" Can you imagine being Wodehouse, Austen. . .Homer! waking up one morning and having to write about eyebrows, knitting dishcloths, the oppressive properties of. . . .sunscreen!
Poor authors. They are to be pitied. And laughed at.
"I admire the feudal spirit and all, Jeeves, in the face of, kind of funny, that, in the face of, I mean, such provocation, and taking all things into cons., the eyebrows in question...
"Anne, you pierce my soul! Tell me not that knitted dish cloths are forever barred from...
"I sing of arms and its tan!
OK, I may need to stop writing after midnight. But I'm not making any promises.
- Location:living room
- Mood: silly
- Music:only in my head
If you could have the writing ability of one author, who would you choose, and why? Would you exchange writing styles permanently?
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It would be great to have the writing ability of another author! I would immediately acquire the writing ability of Wodehouse and write a few more adventures of Jeeves and Wooster. And even though this scenario specifies one author, I choose to presume this means one author at a time, so next I would osmosisize (yes, that's a word--now) the ability of Jane Austen, and find out what really happened after Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth married. The possibilities are endless! A permanent change is out of the question, though. Eventually, I would exchange my own writing ability for the great ones, write a book about my experiences, spurn the talk show circuit, buy my husband a tropical island because he loves the beach soooo much, dedicate my life to knitting dishcloths for my friends and family (actually, I think I've already done that) and thank God for the gift of imagination.
What was the subject title of your first-ever LJ entry?
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- Location:living room
- Mood:
amused - Music:clothes dryer hum
OK, all of you peace loving people, you may want to skip this post, 'cause it ain't gonna be peaceful.
My daughter and I went for a bike ride this morning. Love the daughter. Like the biking. Really, really don't like the weather. At 7 AM, the temperature was 76 degrees! And muggy!
I've never been a fan of summer, even as a child when it meant getting out of school for 3 months. Now it is even worse. As a child I didn't worry about sunburns, sunscreen (don't even know if that product was available when I was a child) or West Nile virus carrying mosquitoes. I know this is weird, but putting on sunscreen feels oppressive to me. I just hate it. But I burn very easily, so I have no choice. (Note to self: research natural sun protection.)
If I could spend the entire summer at the lake, perhaps I would be more resigned. But I feel more caged up in the summer than the winter. We have fairly mild winters here in our little corner of the Ohio Valley, mostly with temperatures in the 20's, so there are few days when it is too nasty to get outside. But in the summer, the combination of heat, humidity and early morning and evening mosquito invasions can make for very unpleasant days.
I will admit, there are a few things I like about summer, mostly to do with food; such as peaches, watermelon, sweet corn, tomatoes, lima beans, and (sigh) Concord. grape. pies. Concord grape pies are worthy of an entry all by their lonesome. Maybe later.
Well, I feel better having let my rant out. I know that in the Great Scheme of Things my dislike of summer is absurd. What can I do about the weather anyway? Thank goodness for lake time, AC, iced tea (sweet, of course) and our absurdities that can be exploited for journal entries.
BH
Confidential to Vonilda: I DON"T want to hear about the weather in Alaska! ;)
- Location:inside
- Music:hum of my AC
I have no idea how this journal will progress. Sometimes I feel I have things to share. Other times, I feel like, well, it's just none of your business. I'm certainly not going to pour my heart out for just anyone to see. Other times, I'm thinking, "There's nothing new here. Why would anyone want to read any of this."
This may not be a very propitious beginning, but I am feeling the urge to write. You are more that welcome to read it, but I'm not making any promises about any life value you may get from it and I'm not responsible for getting your time back. Just so you know.
Why "Raised Eyebrows?" Well, why not? (Are you starting with me already?) I was pondering journal titles (bleah, btw) and thought of "Slightly Sardonic," because I can be that. But that's not always me, and it is certainly not (hey, maybe I should have called it "Certainly Not!) who I want to be. Anyway, raised eyebrows can be very expressive, showing surprise, happiness, and peacefulness. Raised eyebrows can also be angry, sardonic (there it is) and threatening.
Yes, threatening. Tell me this never happened to you: your mom raised her eyebrows at you and not only did you know what she wanted you to do and where she wanted you to be, but you also knew that it had better be done now. See? Told you--threatening.
I'm not going to say much about myself. I hope you will get to know me through what I have to say. I will tell you I consider myself a realist with an optimistic twist. Whence come the realism and optimism? Keep reading.
BH
- Mood:
mischievous
