1. There's not enough hours in the day for me to write, talk to mother, make dinner, make lunch, make breakfast, commute to work, commute home, work, (do the things I enjoy: read, watch my soap, write creatively and in this blog) relax, meditate and sleep. I find myself doing things while doing other things.
But, I've really no complaints? Mother reminded me of a friend of hers, a tennis pro, who had gone to Cornell, got a law degree, worked in a law firm writing up depositions, lost her job when they wanted to transfer her to Philly and she wanted to stay in Pittsburgh. Then, a few months later, she suffered a severe brain aneurysm. At Cornell, she'd played rugby and rowed. She didn't play Tennis because she was a higher level than most of the students. She graduated high in her class.
When she got the aneurysm - she was forty years of age. Just turned forty.
At the time, she was between jobs, so no health insurance coverage. They needed a stint to drain the blood from her brain. And find ways to cover it. End result? She has severe short term memory loss. And is dependent on her parents. That was over seventeen years ago. She can't play tennis, row, or play rugby - she can't remember the rules. It's tragic.
When I hear these stories, I think, there but for the grace of God, go I. I learned that phrase from my Criminal Procedure Prof in Law School - who I adored. He was Jewish (openly so), played the fiddle and violin, and went to Turkey in an exchange program on prisoner's rights. He was also head of the Kansas Defender Project, and helped me get an internship at a Public Defender's Office. (That was in 1991.)
2. I think the activity app on my smart watch is counting typing on a computer as an activity. If so, this amuses me to no end. It keeps telling me that I've exceeded my goal for the day. I'm thinking - for what? Typing? Twitching? Really?
3. Mother decides to ignore my total international news blockage and inform me of horrible things happening in the world. What good is a news blockage when people insist on ignoring it?
The latest? I should cut, just in case you want to avoid it too. That would be the polite thing to do, wouldn't it? Give you a choice in the matter. You might already know about it?
( the latest news from the Middle East )
See? This is why I'm on a total international news blockage. I only watch my local news. Which has its issues, but no one to my knowledge is weaponizing pagers and walkie talkies to explode.
4. Came up with another story idea - off of an old story that I hand wrote ages ago. ( Read more... )
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My difficulty with my writing right now - is I have too many ideas and no time or energy to write. Or focus. Also too many distractions. I need to jot them down and organize my thoughts.
I write on the train. Before work, when I'm able. Before bed. On the train ride home. When you are a writer - you will find a way to write, no matter what. It's really a calling. You are either a writer - who is driven to write or not. Being published doesn't matter. Most of the stuff I'm reading right now is self-published or independently published anyhow.
I also write for a living, and edit. ( Read more... )
***
Eh, I need to go to bed. Good night.
But, I've really no complaints? Mother reminded me of a friend of hers, a tennis pro, who had gone to Cornell, got a law degree, worked in a law firm writing up depositions, lost her job when they wanted to transfer her to Philly and she wanted to stay in Pittsburgh. Then, a few months later, she suffered a severe brain aneurysm. At Cornell, she'd played rugby and rowed. She didn't play Tennis because she was a higher level than most of the students. She graduated high in her class.
When she got the aneurysm - she was forty years of age. Just turned forty.
At the time, she was between jobs, so no health insurance coverage. They needed a stint to drain the blood from her brain. And find ways to cover it. End result? She has severe short term memory loss. And is dependent on her parents. That was over seventeen years ago. She can't play tennis, row, or play rugby - she can't remember the rules. It's tragic.
When I hear these stories, I think, there but for the grace of God, go I. I learned that phrase from my Criminal Procedure Prof in Law School - who I adored. He was Jewish (openly so), played the fiddle and violin, and went to Turkey in an exchange program on prisoner's rights. He was also head of the Kansas Defender Project, and helped me get an internship at a Public Defender's Office. (That was in 1991.)
2. I think the activity app on my smart watch is counting typing on a computer as an activity. If so, this amuses me to no end. It keeps telling me that I've exceeded my goal for the day. I'm thinking - for what? Typing? Twitching? Really?
3. Mother decides to ignore my total international news blockage and inform me of horrible things happening in the world. What good is a news blockage when people insist on ignoring it?
The latest? I should cut, just in case you want to avoid it too. That would be the polite thing to do, wouldn't it? Give you a choice in the matter. You might already know about it?
( the latest news from the Middle East )
See? This is why I'm on a total international news blockage. I only watch my local news. Which has its issues, but no one to my knowledge is weaponizing pagers and walkie talkies to explode.
4. Came up with another story idea - off of an old story that I hand wrote ages ago. ( Read more... )
***
My difficulty with my writing right now - is I have too many ideas and no time or energy to write. Or focus. Also too many distractions. I need to jot them down and organize my thoughts.
I write on the train. Before work, when I'm able. Before bed. On the train ride home. When you are a writer - you will find a way to write, no matter what. It's really a calling. You are either a writer - who is driven to write or not. Being published doesn't matter. Most of the stuff I'm reading right now is self-published or independently published anyhow.
I also write for a living, and edit. ( Read more... )
***
Eh, I need to go to bed. Good night.