Feeling (Almost) Like Fall

Yay Rain? It’s no secret that I love inclement weather, as long as it’s rain and not snow. Even cold rain. I just don’t do “serious winter.”

It should be obvious then, that I’m excited about the weather projection shown in this image. Now, please understand, as much as I want that rain to be “scheduled” and not merely “predicted,” I’m most excited by the projected overnight low on the last two days being below 70 degrees.

Ah, it’s the little things.

Turning the Key An Interview with Me

My livejournal-buddy Robert invited his readers to answer his questions, each of which were tailored to each of us. This was on July 31st, and I left for San Francisco on August 4th, so this is the first time I had time to answer them.

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No matter the profession, everyone has the dilemma of writing for pleasure/writing for fun/writing for work.

When one writes on-line content for compensation, the dividing lines get a bit more tricky. What steps do you take to try to separate paid web-logging or other on-line writing endeavors from general endeavors?

It helps that most of my non-paid writing involves topics I choose, and that a good portion of it is fiction, even if some days, all I have time for is flash-fiction or micro-fiction (stories under 750, and 400 words, respectively, though neither is an absolute number).

Physically, I write in different places. Blogging for fun, writing for fun – often happens in bed or while I’m doing something like cooking. (This is why I have laptops in my bedroom, and living room, as well as having a dedicated writing room that I am no longer referring to as an office.)

I write in a different voice. When I write for money, the language isn’t necessarily any loftier, in fact, since some of my fiction is literary, it’s decidedly less so, but there’s less humor in it, and more hard facts. It’s dryer, partly because it has to be, and partly because it’s WORK in a different way than writing fiction for publication, or working on All Things Girl is work.

What’s really difficult is when the two blur. For example, the corporate blogging I do is someone else’s blog, and the articles I write are topics I wouldn’t usually write about (I mean, I’m sorry, but no one really chooses to write three or four articles a day about insurance or breast implants, both topics I’ve covered), and much of that work also doesn’t have my real name on it. But last July I began an experiment in which I did paid posts in my personal blog. Ultimately, the service I signed up with was one which provided text to link, but didn’t require advertorial posts, so it was as much like answering writing prompts as possible. I’ve since stopped doing such posts, because I don’t like being obligated to blog. (This is ironic, actually, because I started blogging to give myself something external to force me to write daily, when I was still doing loans for a living. As to doing loans…there is not a single day when I don’t wake up and offer thanks to the Universe that I had the foresight to leave the mortgage industry before it tanked. I hope I will never go back.)

If you could write whatever you wish and sell it, what would you write?
Well actually, I’m working on this, at the moment, but I really want to write stuff that blends folklore, science fiction and the genre-formerly-known-as-chick-lit, as well as more literary fantasy that borders on magical realism. More recently, I’ve been thinking about something based on my own life – being named after shampoo ingredients because an AWOL relative called from Canada to insist I not be named after him, and growing up with activist parents, etc. But fictionalized.

On the other hand, the notion of being a female Douglas Adams (with better hair) is hardly unattractive.

What kind of formal education did you get? What kind of further formal education would you seek, if you had but world enough and time?

I went to the University of San Francisco, which is a private Jesuit university about three long blocks off the Haight, because a) they gave me a lot of money and b) they had a Great Books program that I loved at the time. But I’d just come from four years at California’s first performing arts magnet school, and I was really not into being in classes. In retrospect, I’d have been a lot better off if I’d taken a gap year, toured Europe, and then gone to a less traditional University (my dream school, if I had to do it all over again, is Bennington in Vermont.) Some of my financial aid package was need-based, and we were in the middle of a real estate boom – I lost my scholarship because my parents made too much money. Even if I hadn’t, though, I probably wouldn’t have finished, and I didn’t finish.

Instead, I drifted for a year, and then went to work for my mother, but I’ve always been a voracious reader, and I’ve always self-educated, and made a point of surrounding myself with people who were mentors and guides as much as friends. I ultimately got a real estate broker’s license, and a bunch of computer certifications – if you add everything together, it exceeds a four year degree, and I’ve never needed the piece of paper. I tell myself that I’ll go back to school some day, but the reality is, I don’t have time, and I really have zero patience for classroom situations. Just give me the material and let me read it, please. Besides, I was an English major / drama minor who didn’t want to teach. I made more money, and more contacts, by NOT finishing college than I would if I had, and ultimately, I was happier for it.

More recently, in my one-on-one with the leader of the writing workshop I recently attended, I was asked if I’d ever taken a creative writing class. I said, “No.” He said, “Don’t.”

You’re given a task which you must complete. You’re to create and honcho a viral campaign in support of a cause for social good. You’re to use your writing skills, your internet networking skills, and you’re to seek out people with skills you don’t have to assemble a massive viral ‘net marketing campaign to promote a cause or charity. The cause or charity must be grass-roots rather than a national institution.

What cause or charity do you pick? What skills do you bring to the table? What skills do you need to use/make friends to acquire? What is your business plan to make this assignment work?

My pet causes are reproductive rights, housing for the homeless, and literacy, but all of those have organizations to support them already.

Coming from California, where schools are desperate for money to support arts education, however, to Texas, where the local high school orchestra actually comes to my neighborhood and gives outdoor concerts in October, but where the libraries are open 7 days a week, and actually have staff and free coffee, I’d want to do something to bring performing arts and literature to anyone who wanted it, sort of a combination of community based Shakespeare in the Park, a city orchestra, and NaNoWriMo, but tying all those things together, and not using it for anything particularly PC like teaching tolerance, but just infusing each community with a real love of words and music. Modern storytelling.

As to skills: I write well, and in many styles, and I am fortunate to know many people who are active in art, literature, music, theater, and finance. The first person I’d hire, however, is someone who knows how to write a business plan, because frankly, that is NOT a skill I have. I’d want someone like Derek Powazek on board, and the amazing Clay, (da_zhuang at LJ), as well.

STORY is a very big thing with me. I read an essay by Madeleine L’Engle where she said that the Judaeo-Christian concept of God was wrapped in Story, and that – it wasn’t such a big impact as much as a “click” moment, where ideas I was already beginning to form fell into place. So, anything I can do to share the love of, and importance of, STORY, that’s what I want.

What wisdom did you think you had at 17 that you see now at a slightly more advanced age that you perhaps instead lacked?

When I was seven, I wrote a poem declaring that I wanted to be an author, but at 17, I’d lost sight of that goal, and when I started at USF, I hadn’t really committed to anything. I majored in English because I liked to read, not because I really wanted to be an English major. So, as I mentioned before, I wasn’t happy or successful. College was the first and only time in my life I utterly failed at something (at the endeavor, not at actual schoolwork), and in retrospect, I would never have gone, or would have taken the gap year I mentioned.

I also thought, because even though I was baptized Catholic, my mother had left the Church by then, and my stepfather is ethnically Jewish, but doesn’t practice his religion, that I didn’t need religion. I’ve learned since that while I don’t particularly need to have a personal relationship with God, and that I’m not even entirely certain how I perceive God, I lack an important set of American cultural references.

I recognize that now, and I also recognize that while I don’t really have religious needs, I do have spiritual needs. In fact, I’m considering going back to the Unitarian Universalist tradition that I was part of as a ‘tween’ and teenager, because while I love the ritual and music of high church, I just don’t fit there. I’m too accustomed to picking the bits of various religions that I find applicable and mashing them together. (Also I have big political issues with the diocese of Fort Worth, which both Episcopal churches in Grand Prairie report to, despite the fact that we’re in Dallas county, not Tarrant.)

I’m not sure these answers are what you were looking for, Robert, and I suspect I’ve been too babbly, but apparently I’m pretty candid when I can’t sleep.

Thematic Photographic: Faded

Every Wednesday, my friend Carmi invites us to participate in his photo meme, Thematic Photographic. Here’s my interpretation of this week’s theme.

Co-Op

I snapped this picture a couple of years ago, on a chilly October day in South Dakota. It was my husband’s last visit to the farm house where he’d grown up, and while “dirty” or “rusty” may seem like more appropriate words for this picture, it means “faded” to me because, like an old photograph slowly losing it’s tone and color, it symbolizes the waning of a lifestyle.

(Also, this isn’t just ANY old tractor, it’s a Co-Op, and the original color was bright, bright, bright.)

Gustav seemed like such a nice boy…

99% of the time, The Weather Channel isn’t something I even remember we have. I mean, how often do I really need to know what the weather is like in Atlanta?

When there’s a dramatic weather event, however, I enjoy TWC’s programming. Right now, the buzz is all about our friend Hurricane Gustav, currently a Category 4 storm taking a trip across Cuba. Tomorrow or Monday, however, it’s likely to pick up speed thanks to the lovely, lovely warm waters in the Gulf of Mexico.

I’m watching news about evacuations going on along the gulf coast, and while I feel bad for people who have to go through it, I’m also excited. Why? Because a bad storm in the gulf means that we in the D/FW metroplex are likely to get some rainstorms that are heavy enough to cool things off, but not so dangerous that we need to be horribly concerned for ourselves.

I know, I know. It’s sick and twisted to think that way.

I can’t help it.

This poem is made of win.

My friend Jeremy posted this in his LiveJournal earlier this evening. I loved the poem so much, I had to post it here in my own blog, as well:

Pronunciation Poem

I take it you already know
of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
on hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
to learn of less familiar traps?

Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
that looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead — it’s said like bed not bead —
and for goodness’ sake don’t call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt)

A moth is not the moth in mother,
nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there’s dose and rose and lose —
just look them up — and goose and choose,
and cork and work and card and ward,
and font and front and word and sword,
and do and go and thwart and cart —
come, come I’ve hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Man alive.
I’d mastered it when I was five.

— author unknown

Chasing Shadows

For me, shadows generally come in the form of restlessness and lack of focus, rather than deep depression. Whatever the cause though, there are things I do to chase them away. Here are seven.

  1. Sing. Like a little kid, when no one’s around, if I have the time, I can perform entire musicals in my living room.
  2. Dance. Tap, mainly. Sometimes I use the railing of our upstairs hallway and do barre work – it’s kind of Zen. Other times it’s just mindless grooving to whatever music I hear.
  3. Soak. I’ve always responded to water, and taking a bath is completely comforting. Warm water, scented bubbles, a good book, and NPR for company.
  4. Read. I have a shelves full of “comfort books,” – novels I know as well as I know my closest friends. Re-reading them is like visiting home.
  5. Bake. It’s impossible to feel at all blue when there’s something in the oven – bread, chocolate, cinnamon. Doesn’t matter.
  6. Swim. Bubble baths are good for relaxing, but a swim is refreshing. Invigorating. And involves sunshine. Usually.
  7. Sleep. I used to hate sleeping, but now I find it restorative. Also, a bit of melatonin now and then guarantees deep, restful sleep with lovely dreams.

If writing seems conspicuously absent from this list, it’s only because writing is a constant for me, like breathing. It’s there whether there are shadows or not.

For the July/August editon of CafeWriting

I Smell Like Piña Colada…

…that was caught in the rain.

It’s all Deb‘s fault, too, because she got me hooked on ULTA, so I bought shampoo there yesterday, because, even though I do love my Aveda products, every so often it’s nice to use something different.

I fell in love with Freeman/Aussie products 20 or so years ago, but our local grocery store shampoo aisle is distinctly lacking in them, so when I saw them at ULTA, I couldn’t refuse. I love the cheery purple bottles and snarky instructions. I love the fruity smells of the shampoo, and the piña-colada scent of the conditioner. When combined with my lovely citrus body wash, I’m a walking fruit salad. Or something.

The best thing about my visit to ULTA yesterday, is that it came with a free gift. A lovely green Calvin Klein tote bag with black leather straps, and some CK Eternity lotion, body wash, and cologne to try. Well, for some random guest in my house to try, because I sprayed the cologne and all I could smell was alcohol for ages. Or ten minutes. I’m so spoiled by the perfume oils I buy from Possets and BPAL that I can’t tolerate spray scents unless they’re amazing.

For the record: Coco & Coco Mademoiselle are amazing. Clinique’s Happy is delightful. CK Eternity? Not so much.

From ULTA we went to PetSmart or PetsMart (I never know how to interpret their name) to buy dog food. Funny thing about dogs – they like to eat regularly. I did not spend an extra fifteen minutes meeting all the dogs up for adoption. No, I really didn’t. Well, maybe ten. The rest of the time I was quietly chanting, “You have two already. Zorro will never forgive you if you bring home a third.”

I paid the extra $3 for the good dog food, though.

We went to the grocery store as well, for, you know, groceries. I was out of tea. Well, out of good tea. Well, out of good black tea. I have tons of herbal. Sadly, Tom Thumb, even in it’s new and improved upscale garb with a Starbucks about to open inside the store, does not have a great tea selection. (Translation: I was looking for Lapsang Souchong. They don’t carry this, even though I KNOW Twinings and Ceylon Teas both make it.) I opted for a Twinings sampler of English Breakfast, Irish Breakfast, Earl Grey and Lady Grey. The Lipton, which I had resorted to drinking, is now back in the cabinet, where it shall remain until the next time I’m ready for it’s intended use: ICED tea.

And now, on a fine Sunday afternoon, I’m going to go have tea and a muffin, because it may be nearly two, but we’re just getting up (oh, hush, we went to bed at four), and then I’m going to roast a chicken.

Have a great day.

Not a Pet-Friendly Year

It’s been a rough year for animals, at least in our family and circle of friends.

Zorro is coughing almost non-stop, at least when he’s awake, and while we have drugs to help him, he’s refusing to take them, and has to be hovered over and watched in order even to eat dinner. His new food-avoidance (and this is an animal who will do anything for food) means he’s also not taking the pain killers for his torn ACL. He IS, however, jumping onto the bed with apparent ease, so maybe the pain isn’t bad, or isn’t phasing him. I’m thinking of hiring neighborhood kids to drug him for me, since he knows, now, when we’re doing it.

More immediately, my friend “MeliBabe” at LiveJournal (not linking, on purpose) said good-bye to her cat, Aoife today – she discovered she (the cat) had cancer not that long ago.

Another friend, whom many of you know as Ms. Eclectic has learned that her cat, Dorey, has terminal cancer in his lymph nodes. She’s elected not to put him through chemo, and she said estimates are that he’ll live about a year, give or take. Please go wish her – them – well.

The worst thing about a sick pet is that you can’t explain to them why they need to swallow the nasty pills, or why they’re not allowed to jump onto furniture any more, and when you deny them something for their own good, they give you the big liquid eyes that go right to your heart.

Here comes the rain again…

Today, I posted, mostly in jest, a request to a friend to shoot me if ever I wished for rain again. The truth is, I love rain; it inspires me more than anything else, including chocolate, but this week, the rain is annoying, despite it’s cooling effect, because it means the dogs are refusing to go OUT, and everything is damp and soggy, and it’s raining but has the nerve not to be all dramatic with thunder and lightning.

I want thunder and lightning.

And yet, I’m also grateful for the rain, because I know we need it, because I’d far rather have rain fall than spend money to fill the pool, or water the lawn.