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Writing, life, and everything that keeps the words flowing to the page.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Homework
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Words
My writer friends will understand what I mean when I say I haven't found any words in far too long. Though most of my writer friends are far more prolific than I am, they too go for a while without finding words. I could go on for hours about reasons why I can't find words. Tax sea. School. A two year old who refuses to sleep normal hours. A husband who needs and deserves a break, but can't get one because of tax season, school, and a two year old who refuses to sleep.
Unfortunately, my reasons for not finding words are not so glamorous as a difficult emotional scene, a need to research, or wrapping up the final book in a series and thus saying goodbye to a long-loved and life-changing story and process. Nor am I experiencing a bit of writer's block. I find myself surrounded by stories to tell; by characters who want to dance and be heard. It's the reasons above that keep me from finding the words to bring those characters to life. The stare at a screen with hands on keyboard and make a bunch of noise while my fingernails clack out a world that may resemble my own, but is not.
Right now though, I have bus time as a good friend once called it. And I am thankful for bus time, and for the ability to look at story in a whole new light while on my phone. It may be tax season, and I may be a full time student and a mom, but I can still put my thumbs to work.
I'm coming words. Don't leave me now. I'm coming.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
The Price of a Burger
That's right, disaster.
No, my disaster didn't have anything to do with alcohol on New Year's Eve. We were all home, safe and sound, by 730pm, in bed by 9, and I think I was asleep by 10. Early to bed makes it easier to get up early in the morning, and, just like much of the world, I greeted 2014 with a big, fat, whopper of a headache.
Except my headache isn't just a headache. It's a full-blown migraine.
The answer is really quite simple: eat whole foods. No, not the grocery story chain (though I love them for banning all things containing MSG) but simple, real, whole foods. Foods that haven't been adulterated by processing in a factory. Foods that come from a farm and straight to my table.
Foods that I like to eat anyway. It's harder, and takes a bit more planning, but, there's little we go without when we actually try. Including Chocolate Hazelnut Spread. This recipe is great (I don't know just how close I followed it as I'm not so great with the measuring things - I eyeball just about everything, even when baking - but it came out great, and turned me on to coconut sugar). I'm really loving it in just about everything, and can't wait to try another batch with cream. No offense to coconut milk lovers out there, but, my food issues do not disallow cream, and I like the taste of it better. So, next time, ganache with cream, not coconut milk, and don't forget the salt and vanilla extract (maybe vanilla beans?) and a lower ratio of coconut sugar.
I digress. Though my head hurts, I'm excited for the food I have planned out for the day (dhal with yoghurt and jalapenos and coffee for early breakfast, oatmeal with that lovely chocolate hazelnut spread for 2nd breakfast (snack for me, breakfast for the boys), humus and cucumber cupcakes for lunch, and I don't know about dinner just yet.
Meanwhile, I'll be directing the husband to make and do all the things today, as movement magnifies my head by about a billion.
Damn that MSG.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Lookout 2014, Here I Come
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Short and Sweet
Small things make the world go round. Make the world a little bit better.
Good music about sheep. Mascara. Re-discovering something old anew.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Productivity
Why do I always have inspiration for the project that isn't due right now; that has no technical due date?
I try to give myself little windows of time. I know that I run in sprints of 20 minutes and two hours. Sometimes, satisfying the thing that isn't necessary right this minute for 20 minutes gives me the ability to focus for those two hours and knock something else out with a more pressing time line.
Sometimes it backfires, and I move on to another 20 minute window of something.
Regardless, it all gets done. Everything gets wrapped up in a neat little bow, and the box is ticked as complete. Eventually. 20 minutes and 2 hours at a time.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Making Things
I suppose I should qualify. I work for a hybrid advertising firm in Nampa, ID. We do everything in house; creative production, media buys, strategy. If it has to do with marketing, we do it in house, all under one roof. That's quite a bit of work, and someone has to do all the invoicing. That's my job. Okay, it's one of my jobs.
My point still stands. I'm not a "doodler."
I am, however, quite creative. I write. Not as much as I want, and I haven't written anything I actually like in quite sometime, but, I do write.
I also put things together. 3-D things. No, not clay or anything else that would be considered a sculpture. I love running fiber through my hands watching it turn in to something. Personally, spinning is my favorite. There's nothing quite like starting out with a bundle of fluff and coaxing it to a workable size and then watching the spindle on my spinning wheel gobble it up and turn it in to something useful. I like knitting too; sweaters and scarves and the like. And toys. Small little knit toys. Even before I had a kid to give them to.
Sewing is pretty great too. It's kind of like spinning; materials run through a machine to turn into something completely different. I have plans to cut and make a dress, a skirt, pants, a jacket, bags, purses, padfolios, tablet cases and covers, and, yes, toys for the little ones. Though, I really do prefer to knit those.
Lately though, I've been returning to one of my first 3-D loves: beads. As a kid, I made so many things from beads it's a bit sickening. My bead collection was one even for professional beaders to envy. I gave it away to someone at some point along the way. Seed beads were my favorite. Tiny beads and toddlers sound counter-intuitive, but, it oddly works out okay. At least, it does with my toddler. Better than spinning or knitting.
Pics or it didn't happen, right?
Soon as I'm happy with 'em. Till then, patience.