It’s a surprise and a relief to feel the mist from July clouds. It vanishes as it touches the skin, nature’s way of teasing California’s crisp hillsides. The clouds will pull back to hover over the ocean soon, but for the moment they play with the sun and their shadows scud over the garden. Confusion for the tomatoes and zinnias–ripen? Flower?
Avatars
Such an interesting idea these representations of ourselves. I love to see the images people select to say, “This is me as I see myself.” So much is revealed and all is hidden unless one chooses to upload an actual image of herself/himself. (We have to do something about the her/him issue in our language. It’s terribly annoying when you have to decide between grammar and philosophy.)I digress.
The writers’ boards are filled with avatars of single eyes, ghostly images, trees, water, bones. Then others choose to show their faces and their family. Is this too revealing? Who logs on and sees the person behind the story or the message or the comment? Do I want my face pixeled across the internet? Have to think about this. In the meantime, I’m sticking with the image that I like to represent me. I’m sure it surprises people who think they know me.
Blogger Block
I’ve had writer’s block, but blogger’s block is the worst. When you can’t even say the yadda yadda yadda about your life, you’re in trouble. Notice the switch to second person.
Back to Work
Time off is finished. Now it’s back to the daily grind. It’s interesting that after a few weeks of “unstructure,” the grind isn’t so bad.
Jet Lag
There’s nothing better than jet lag unless it’s a hangover. At least with jet lag you have the recollections of all those wonderful vacation moments to mull while you’re face down in the pillow at noon.
Quiet
Quiet describes this blog. I’m not a steady blogger. However, I’ve found reading my log to review where I was on a certain day in my life is rather revealing. My diaries never seemed as interesting, so there’s an element that the screen image and the clarity of the type-written word brings to the record that gives it a spark.
Standing in the Wind
One foot anchored. One foot suspended. Palms pressed together. Eyes open. Stand and face the wind.
Quitting
Reading
Here’s some good news. Everybody’s writing something: short stories, books, poetry. More good news: some is actually well-crafted or even brilliant work. Bad news: adult readership is at the lowest it has ever been in the U.S.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
The Vanishing Blog
The last time I checked my blog and been de-blogged and was no where in sight. So surprise! It’s back and just in time. I’ve had great news from a writing friend who has been under the gun for months. This blog is for her. Hats off. Congratulations. Keep well. I know your attitude played an important part in the outcome.