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Falling Off the Map

My Octobers and Thanksgiving have little change from year to year. And that is something to be grateful for.

And special thanks given to those original commentators of six years ago who today are even more a part of my life, now sisters and comrades in life: Judith of New Zealand, Snipewife,  Eliz at Mirth and Motivation, and of course Colleen the Chatter Master,  and Joss who was a Crowing Crone back then and now author, and Winsome Bella, and dear dear Celi of Kitchensgardens and the Farmy,

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Falling Off the Map

It’s amazing how one day of not blogging turns into two or three.  I started a number of times each day just to wander off either physically or mentally.  The notes below I did on Sunday basking in the warmth of a true summer like day.

‘Canadian Thanksgiving

This is my favorite holiday of the year, unsullied by commercialism, and stress, a true time of thanksgiving.  Most years it is cold, many times snowy and the odd time like this year it is warm and sunny.  When I say warm I mean like 70ish which is warm for the frozen north.  I am outside, reclining under a cloudless sky, so blue it could be it could be a vast warm ocean, wearing summer togs and listening to leaves rustling from a gentle breeze.  Somewhere distant there is the drone of a lawn mower.

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Writing about Writing: Those early morning thoughts

Darned if best intentions, scheduled schedules, and even well thought out plans, don’t  just go awry on a whim.

It’s Tuesday and here I am thinking about effective time use and scheduling my week.  I did mention it is Tuesday didn’t I?  And most of the world is already almost half way through their week, you know Wednesday being hump day and all.

Judith, way down under New Zealand way and I spend a fair bit of time, either during our weekly Skype visit, or by email, or Messenger talking about scheduling our days to allow for all we want to do: writing, blogging, reading, socializing, chores and cleaning (rubber gloving as she calls it).  She even has a neat Excel Sheet to schedule our activities and one to track our writing success on a daily basis.

Now Joss, our accomplished Canadian writer, living in Cuenca Ecuador also joins this little group and we chat and discuss and at times solve all the world’s problems, unbeknownst to the world of course.

Aside from Beta reading for Joss, talking about writing and schedules we also talk about writers and their routines and schedules, as we did last week.  I read a lot about successful people, not so much as to try their style, as much as hoping that just the act of reading about it will make it stick to me somehow.  Alas, I have come to the conclusion that if one want’s to be successful, one must work for it.  There is no sticking by association.

Part of last week’s discussion was about writers who go outside their homes to write. (Joss writes this way).

Jeffery Archer: 

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Describe the room where you usually write

I have a home in Majorca that has been built into a cliff. The study is separate from the house, and I love its calmness. It has 20 foot-long windows and overlooks the sea. There is just a desk with pens, pencils, a rubber, an hourglass, paper, pictures of my family, and me. (http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/one-minute-with-jeffrey-archer-novelist-7545587.html)

Oh also Stephen King’s Top 20 rules for Writers (article here) from a Barnes and Noble Blog is just to good to pass up.

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Oh yeah, writing outside your home.  Mr. King has written anywhere and everywhere, but once when his children were young he rented an apartment across town for six months.

There are many writers who write outside their home but now I have come across this article about Detroit Nonprofit program for providing homes for writers called

A Room of Their Own: How Write A House Is Putting Writers in Vacant Homes

from Electricliterature.com, and my mind if off in a few more directions.

Oh yeah, and about writing about writing – it occurs to me that that may be my expertise.  You know, rather than actually writing something.  Time will tell.

Attacks of Brilliance are Exhilarating

Have you ever had an attack of Brilliant Thought?  You know it happens so rarely. I mean it may not be rare at all it just seems such a unique experience. And seems to happen spontaneously.

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I mean you cannot say to someone, ‘Watch me be Brilliant.’  It just happens.  Then of course it could be that it is not at all Brilliant except in my mind.  You know that whole bit about perception.

But this is how easy it is.  As I sat this morning, moments ago actually, I was listening in the back ground to the music of Gerald Raphael Finzi (1901-1956) British composer, courtesy of Chris White at The 1951 Rolling Review while reading a Poem by Robbie

And the words just popped into my mind.  I found Robbie through Sue Vincent at her blog ( my newest addiction).  Any way as I wrote a comment to Robbie I thought ‘Brilliant’.

SUCCESS DEPENDS LESS ON INTELLIGENCE AND MORE ON PERSEVERANCE OF THOUGHT.

Wow.  Well a Wow moment for me.  I mean I could write for a year on those words alone.  However I have a personal task, a Beta reading I am doing for my author friend in Cuenca Ecuador Joss Burnel on her newest book.  Sunday past I sat to begin reading and suddenly it is Wednesday.  So the next few hours will be dedicated to this fascinating tale.

I just had to take time to declare a moment of Brilliance.  Hmm perhaps they are rare.

IN THE BEGINNING

 

Lately I have been kicking around the idea of reinstating one of my past series known as FITFS (Friday Following in the Footsteps).  Each week I would choose a blog that touched my heart, inspired me, or plain just made me think.  People I wanted to follow in the footsteps of.

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That got me thinking about postings of yore. Then I got a message from da-AL who you will find here that she was impressed with how long I had been blogging.

Well you know what happens when the grey matter starts to stir. Next thing I am thinking, exactly when was my first post, who was my first comment and like, and what was it about?

December 19, 2010 I posted DATING BY THE LIGHT…  I first became interested in blogging when a friend of my son’s suggested that I had such interesting stories about dating that I should write about them.  It did not take long to realize that might not be such a good idea.  What makes one chuckle in private does not do well in public.  But it got me blogging.

Chatter Master was there in the beginning and Darlene Foster and Kathryn McCullough and of course Judith Baxter and Joss Burnel and Princess Rosebud

There were also a lot of others who were all starting out the same time.  It’s a fun place to be and I encourage anyone who even half thinks about blogging to come to WordPress and have a look around.  Stay for awhile.  You just might find yourself feeling right at home.

 

Sometimes what you need is right there….

Poems speak to one in many ways; rhythm, meaning, metaphor, reality.  They can be soft and soothing, or hard and brutal, warm or cold, nurturing or ball busting.

Joss Burnel, an expat living and writing in Cuenca, Equador, has written many a poetic word.

One in particular caught my eye yesterday and moved my spirit.

Now I can explain about my Thursday evening meetings with my international group of three,  in which every possible topic is discussed including what we are writing, and reading, and commenting on the world at large.  We started as bloggers six or seven years ago, then emailing, and now using Skype world wide.

Me in South Western, Ontario, Canada, Joss in Cuenca, Equador, and Judith Baxter in Wellington, New Zealand.

I am the one in the white robe stoically fighting a cold. (and if you think it did not take a considerable degree of bravery to post such a photo, you would be wrong.  I swear I do look better most days.  Honest..)  Judith is beside me and Joss above.

One of my favorite blogs Judith introduced me to Routine Matters who you can find here and who posted on Inklings.  Reading this will give you an idea about we three, but on a much different level.

OH! Back to the poem.  It perfectly reflects my thoughts this week and with Joss’ permission I present it to you now. (Highlighting is mine)

When you let go
of the fear,
the worry and
anxiety…

When you stop
the should,
didn’t, can’t
and sorry train…

When you accept
that what is
done is done,
what happened,
happened…

When you live
this day in
its entirety,
this moment
as the only
one that
matters – that
is real…

When you allow
your precious
self to be
fully human,
completely
still
and okay…

Then, the beauty
of today finds you
and brings you
to this
only moment…

Then your breath
is allowed
to be deep
and to resonate
with your
true heart…

Then, your
mind begins
to relax and
let go of terror…

Then, your
heart whispers
here is the truth
you are
seeking…

Then you know
that there is
life beyond the
worry and anxiety,
filled with beauty

and wisdom,
and that, truly,
all is well
and grace beyond
measure moves
you forward.

~Joss Burnel / 2012