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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Day 19: Look over there!
I am certain no one noticed anything funny over the last day... surely I didn't miss a day or anything! I figure I gave a visual break and a post in one day - and I just needed to go to sleep. I tackled a migraine and am back and at it - ready to come up with more words to put together into sentences.
Today, I saw this posted on Pintrest (from Etsy.com).
Of course, it got me thinking - Okay, What do I love? I mean, other than the obvious - family, friends, and pets.
At first, I thought - Writing ... I love writing.
But then I thought - Could I write about writing in relation to this "motivational poster" because in reality, I avoid doing what I love every day - I avoid writing.
So then, I asked myself, "Do I love writing?"
I mean yes - I'm haunted by words and ideas and stories and thoughts. But does that really mean I love writing.
Is it love or is it insanity?
Or maybe there's no difference.
With that answered - What else?
I love reading - and I do read every day - maybe not as much as I'd like, but I'm almost always in the middle of two books.
Currently, I'm reading (oops! 3!) American Gods, Selection Event, and Explosive Eighteen. In all honesty, I've really got more than that going, but those are the three I'm working on daily - if only a few paragraphs here and there.
These books couldn't be more different than the other.
Neil Gaiman's novel, American Gods, is ripe with science fictional characters drawing on mythology. The main character, Shadow, is dark, mysterious, and oddly trusting and loyal.
Wayne Wightman's novel, Selection Event, is a futuristic view of society following the fall of man. Martin, the main character, is thoughtful and tough - and definitely a survivor.
Janet Evanovich's novel, Explosive Eighteen (A Stephanie Plum Story!) is an entertaining chick-lit novel about a female bounty hunter. (It's also a novel I wouldn't have bothered picking up years ago - now I view this type of novel as my "candy" - a fun and entertaining read, lacking grit you can sink your teeth into, but fun as all hell.)
Obviously, I can't get too much into these novels as I haven't finished them, yet. I'm almost done with the first two and barely into the third.
So yes, I do love reading - I love books. I love holding them, carrying them, and sharing them (not necessarily in the "loan out" sense - I might not get them back! So, if I really want someone to read a book I love, I buy it for them haha). Sharing a book is so much more than just loaning out a book, anyway. It's getting into the ideas, thoughts, and emotions that novels/stories evoke.
My friend, Liz, and I used to sit and read together for hours. Sometimes we'd read the same book, most often we read different books. She used to say she enjoyed watching me read a book. I'm all over the place. I can't sit still. I read for a bit, then I put the book down and look around. It looks like I'm bored - but in reality - my mind is filled with the story. I'm walking down the path laid out by the author. I'm living the moment - basking in the words. I have to take time to live in the world.
To join the world that's been created for me (I know, I know, not me in particular - but since Stephen King writes "Dear Constant Reader" when addressing readers - and I happen to be a Constant Reader, I just imagine they are all writing for me, so there...).
And I do join the world while I'm reading and when I put my book down and stare off into space, often with a smile on my face or a tear in my eye.
Okay, I don't want to prattle on (see Annie Wilkes), but I think I'll pick this back up tomorrow - if that's the way the wind blows...
X
Today, I saw this posted on Pintrest (from Etsy.com).
Of course, it got me thinking - Okay, What do I love? I mean, other than the obvious - family, friends, and pets.
At first, I thought - Writing ... I love writing.
But then I thought - Could I write about writing in relation to this "motivational poster" because in reality, I avoid doing what I love every day - I avoid writing.
So then, I asked myself, "Do I love writing?"
I mean yes - I'm haunted by words and ideas and stories and thoughts. But does that really mean I love writing.
Is it love or is it insanity?
Or maybe there's no difference.
With that answered - What else?
I love reading - and I do read every day - maybe not as much as I'd like, but I'm almost always in the middle of two books.
Currently, I'm reading (oops! 3!) American Gods, Selection Event, and Explosive Eighteen. In all honesty, I've really got more than that going, but those are the three I'm working on daily - if only a few paragraphs here and there.
These books couldn't be more different than the other.
Neil Gaiman's novel, American Gods, is ripe with science fictional characters drawing on mythology. The main character, Shadow, is dark, mysterious, and oddly trusting and loyal.
Wayne Wightman's novel, Selection Event, is a futuristic view of society following the fall of man. Martin, the main character, is thoughtful and tough - and definitely a survivor.
Janet Evanovich's novel, Explosive Eighteen (A Stephanie Plum Story!) is an entertaining chick-lit novel about a female bounty hunter. (It's also a novel I wouldn't have bothered picking up years ago - now I view this type of novel as my "candy" - a fun and entertaining read, lacking grit you can sink your teeth into, but fun as all hell.)
Obviously, I can't get too much into these novels as I haven't finished them, yet. I'm almost done with the first two and barely into the third.
So yes, I do love reading - I love books. I love holding them, carrying them, and sharing them (not necessarily in the "loan out" sense - I might not get them back! So, if I really want someone to read a book I love, I buy it for them haha). Sharing a book is so much more than just loaning out a book, anyway. It's getting into the ideas, thoughts, and emotions that novels/stories evoke.
My friend, Liz, and I used to sit and read together for hours. Sometimes we'd read the same book, most often we read different books. She used to say she enjoyed watching me read a book. I'm all over the place. I can't sit still. I read for a bit, then I put the book down and look around. It looks like I'm bored - but in reality - my mind is filled with the story. I'm walking down the path laid out by the author. I'm living the moment - basking in the words. I have to take time to live in the world.
To join the world that's been created for me (I know, I know, not me in particular - but since Stephen King writes "Dear Constant Reader" when addressing readers - and I happen to be a Constant Reader, I just imagine they are all writing for me, so there...).
And I do join the world while I'm reading and when I put my book down and stare off into space, often with a smile on my face or a tear in my eye.
Okay, I don't want to prattle on (see Annie Wilkes), but I think I'll pick this back up tomorrow - if that's the way the wind blows...
X
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Day 18: Let Sleeping Zombies Lie
It wasn't easy to talk myself into logging in here tonight and write. I spent at least 30 minutes telling myself It's fine, skip ONE night. As you can see, I went through the thought process about the whole deal and ended up here. Doing this. All the while my dog, Dusty, is half laying on me as he bathes and pants.
I guess there were plenty of April Fool's pranks online and otherwise today.
Twitter announced they are changing tweets from 140 characters to 133.
(oh my!) I know I was worried.
(oh my!) I know I was worried.
(To clarify: This refers to a Gilda Radner joke)
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