One of the most challenging aspects of this commitment to post every day for seven consecutive days has not been the writing. The biggest challenge, especially for a perfectionist, has been practicing restraint in editing. I felt kind of ridiculous when I publicly accepted the Daily Post challenge in my “Buts” piece. I knew we … Continue reading The challenge of the challenge: not editing.
We went a lot of years without electronic road-trip entertainment for the kids. No game systems, no iPods, no DVD players. The closest we got to new technology was listening to books on CD instead of books on tape. And even then we listened to quaint titles like Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys. This … Continue reading Precious Gifts: Electronics
I lurk on the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenges, and until now, I have not taken a single one up. This week, though, I’m all over it. This week’s challenge, Just Do It, is to post every day for a full seven days. The challenge was issued on Christmas Eve. And my first thought was, “I’ve … Continue reading Buts
The idea of the north was taking him. He needed something to brace against. – Annie Proulx I just finished my annual reading of The Shipping News. I think I’ve read it every winter since 1999, the year my Uncle Syd gave it to us. That first year, I bet I devoured it. Probably read … Continue reading A taste for excellence: re-reading The Shipping News
It took every ounce of willpower in me, but I worked out this morning. I wanted more than anything to just stumble over to my French press and make my morning cup of coffee, but I’ve been crabby lately, and between the rum balls, pralines, snowball cookies, and hot toddies (not to mention the cut-out … Continue reading Inertia
We’ve been going non-stop for 7 days, packing, lifting, loading. Moving boxes, unloading, unpacking. Organizing, cleaning, eating crap food. Stressing. And I can’t do anymore tonight. All I can think about is alcohol, and drinking lots of it. And the rum balls I want to make but can’t because I left the Karo corn syrup … Continue reading Visions of rum balls danced in her head