View from the rooftop bar, Beekman Tower Hotel, Manhattan, looking across the East River to Queens. Light in foreground is the reflection of a candle in the bar.
Queens, New York, September 2012.
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Do wolves get bored? Read on to find out.
I’m not much interested in normal. To me, normal is
However, normal is also
On dark days, I feel like everybody else knows the rules but nobody thought to let me know. Even then, though, I don’t want to go normal, I just want to be better informed.
This reminds me of one of my favorite pieces of writing – ever! – composed by my sister in 2nd grade:
(This post topic comes from The Daily Prompt.)
Life is good when you have close friends. These teen cats arrived in the household on the same day from a couple different shelters. They’ve been together for 7 of their 9 months and are all BFFs. (Or would that be BFsF? Tsk.)
Leo and Bo.
Arrow and Bo.
The BFFs at 3 months of age.
Former U.S. President Richard Nixon
How do I manage my on-line privacy? That depends on the kind of privacy. On the trust scale — 1-to-10, 10 being fully open and 1 being Nixon — I have always had to fight against an inner Nixon, so on-line caution has never been difficult for me. I take what I think are sufficient security precautions and I don’t fret about them much. (Note to hackers and identify thieves: the preceding statement was not meant to be a challenge. Hand to heart, I’m not worth your time.)
I’ve struggled with a different kind of privacy. Work versus personal. When it comes to internet guardedness, the dealbreaker is whether my friends and connections on the site have tie-ins to my job. Which is not surprising. It’s a curious system, the work world so many of us dwell in. The majority of our hours are spent with people who do not matter to us, where we display personas that are not entirely us. But that’s another post entirely.
When I started my blog I was determined to just write like me and let what happens, happen. So far, I give myself a B, B- on meeting that intent. I would probably have a higher grade if I did not read my statistics. The temptation to pander can be strong. Although one of my favorite blogging outcomes is the realization that I really can’t predict who will find, read, or like anything.
Not sure what I will do if many people from work start hanging around my blog. (Probably not a big concern- we don’t have much in common.) I haven’t publicized my blog’s existence around the office. When someone has happened onto it, I have so far simply reclassified that colleague as a buddy and kept going.
(This post topic comes from The Daily Prompt.)
I write this at risk of proving myself to be a total creaking dinosaur.
Those of you who read or produce serial fiction, impromptu flash fiction, NaNoWriMo, book series that publish at the rate of a novel every month or two — and any other writing that publishes right after inception. Please help me understand its appeal.
As a writer, I see much value to it. Writing quickly helps with flow, tapping the subconscious, and discipline. But — why publish without much or any editing? Doesn’t a pause to edit always improve the piece? (By editing I mean more than proof-reading and tinkering. I mean the act of making changes, some of them wholesale and sweeping.)
As a reader, I don’t want to read an early draft and I only want unplanned ideas when they come from inspiration, not haste. I like writing that feels crafted. What am I missing?
Hmm. I don’t mind reading a first draft blog post and for that matter I rarely do more than proofread my own posts. Maybe I’ve just got fiction on a pedestal when nobody else still does. Is that it?
Yet another reason to be buried at sea. (Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Billboard outside Forest Lawn Cemetery, Los Angeles, CA
I cannot write about the things I will never write about. That is akin to asking Matter to blog about Anti-Matter. It would create a tear in the space-time continuum. And that is never a good thing.
This post topic comes from The Daily Prompt.
Clear, succinct, easy to read. One problem: I’ve only got one lane to start with.
Permission to cross center line?
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
My son does some great screen printing. He made this t-shirt as a class project. I wish he would make me one! Or at least give me one of the stickers. (Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Would you wear this t-shirt? (I would.)
I’m sorry I was late for work the day I spotted this bumper sticker. Might have liked to stick around to meet the owner. Perhaps Bop the mean cat should pose this question to herself. (Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Bumper sticker parked outside neighborhood Starbuck’s.
Required Writing 