An entry not about writing
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shalanna"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
--Jimi Hendrix
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Let's take a brief break from the writing talk. My next post will be an excerpt from the opening of the book that I'm currently tweaking. But here's an entry I started on Friday afternoon that I never posted.
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I know there's a juicy new scandal afoot concerning lobbyists and money and so forth. Mama and her friend are cackling and enjoying every moment of it, because both political parties are going to get their hands slapped and someone's going to have to emerge as "the party of reform." But I don't want to hear it. I've really had my fill of the flavor-of-the-month media coverage trend. This new batch of sins from congresscritters will scandalize people for a while, and then they'll forget all about it and turn to the next thing. Nothing will really change (or, if it does, it'll take a long time and be painful for everyone), and it won't even be a footnote in the history books. Maybe I'm wrong--I hope I am--but that's the way it seems right now.
I'm currently thinking about larger artistic and spiritual issues, and that's just not something in Mama's program (or her friend's). She can't understand the artistic temperament. When I was alone in the car this afternoon (for a change!), I clicked over to the oldies station. "The Rainbow Connection" (by Paul Williams, as sung by Kermit the Frog) came on. I hadn't really listened to the song in ages, and I had forgotten the second and third verses. This afternoon, they moved me to tears. She would've had a FIT. ("What are you DOING? What's wrong with you? You can't drive while you're CRYING, and you are SO LUCKY and have no reason to cry! Why do you have such Mood Swings?" Etc.)
I can't tell you what was sad about this, or what touched me in particular. Hubby kind of "gets" this kind of stuff, but he hardened his heart after his parents died a few years ago (within the same year), and he turns off his emotions fairly successfully. There are a few cracks forming in his new veneer, though. His favorite song has always been Kansas' "The Wall," if that gives you a clue. He put up a new wall, but I don't know how long it'll hold. However, he doesn't have the artistic temperament and isn't a nutcase, so even if he did get really emotional, no one would notice it from just looking at him. Whereas people are probably alarmed at my frequent tearings-up while out in public. Wearing glasses helps hide that a little. . . .
Anyhow, it must be tough for THEM to live with ME. The converse is certainly true. (grin)
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I thought "THE CORNERSTONES OF EVERY STORY" by Karen Wiesner was worth linking to. She has a number of other articles that enhance her book about doing a first draft/outline in a month. I'm not big on worksheets and schedules, and that's what she says the book contains, but I might take a peek inside the book the next time I'm at the bookstore and see what else there is. It takes me longer to get a rough draft, obviously. Some of my books have been sitting on the disk (getting pulled out, dusted off, revised, and then going back to "wait state") for years!
I also poked around this cool site about magnets and magnetism. I had forgotten about the magnetic field being made up of photons--I remember hearing that as a theory, but since the Middle Ages when I was in The Project Physics Course as a junior nerd-in-training back in high school, they've apparently shown that it's real. Wow.
"Photons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic!"
--Science nerd who thinks he's a wag
[NOTE: Photons have zero mass, but nonzero momentum. The momentum is their form of energy. Low-energy (and lower-frequency) photons are radio waves or microwaves, medium-energy photons make up light waves, or visible light, and high-energy photons are X-rays, while those having higher energy still are called gamma rays. This from a science site. I checked, because I remembered the wave/particle duality of light and how light can be a wave or a stream of photons, depending on how you observe it . . . oh, me.]
--Jimi Hendrix
Let's take a brief break from the writing talk. My next post will be an excerpt from the opening of the book that I'm currently tweaking. But here's an entry I started on Friday afternoon that I never posted.
I know there's a juicy new scandal afoot concerning lobbyists and money and so forth. Mama and her friend are cackling and enjoying every moment of it, because both political parties are going to get their hands slapped and someone's going to have to emerge as "the party of reform." But I don't want to hear it. I've really had my fill of the flavor-of-the-month media coverage trend. This new batch of sins from congresscritters will scandalize people for a while, and then they'll forget all about it and turn to the next thing. Nothing will really change (or, if it does, it'll take a long time and be painful for everyone), and it won't even be a footnote in the history books. Maybe I'm wrong--I hope I am--but that's the way it seems right now.
I'm currently thinking about larger artistic and spiritual issues, and that's just not something in Mama's program (or her friend's). She can't understand the artistic temperament. When I was alone in the car this afternoon (for a change!), I clicked over to the oldies station. "The Rainbow Connection" (by Paul Williams, as sung by Kermit the Frog) came on. I hadn't really listened to the song in ages, and I had forgotten the second and third verses. This afternoon, they moved me to tears. She would've had a FIT. ("What are you DOING? What's wrong with you? You can't drive while you're CRYING, and you are SO LUCKY and have no reason to cry! Why do you have such Mood Swings?" Etc.)
I can't tell you what was sad about this, or what touched me in particular. Hubby kind of "gets" this kind of stuff, but he hardened his heart after his parents died a few years ago (within the same year), and he turns off his emotions fairly successfully. There are a few cracks forming in his new veneer, though. His favorite song has always been Kansas' "The Wall," if that gives you a clue. He put up a new wall, but I don't know how long it'll hold. However, he doesn't have the artistic temperament and isn't a nutcase, so even if he did get really emotional, no one would notice it from just looking at him. Whereas people are probably alarmed at my frequent tearings-up while out in public. Wearing glasses helps hide that a little. . . .
Anyhow, it must be tough for THEM to live with ME. The converse is certainly true. (grin)
I thought "THE CORNERSTONES OF EVERY STORY" by Karen Wiesner was worth linking to. She has a number of other articles that enhance her book about doing a first draft/outline in a month. I'm not big on worksheets and schedules, and that's what she says the book contains, but I might take a peek inside the book the next time I'm at the bookstore and see what else there is. It takes me longer to get a rough draft, obviously. Some of my books have been sitting on the disk (getting pulled out, dusted off, revised, and then going back to "wait state") for years!
I also poked around this cool site about magnets and magnetism. I had forgotten about the magnetic field being made up of photons--I remember hearing that as a theory, but since the Middle Ages when I was in The Project Physics Course as a junior nerd-in-training back in high school, they've apparently shown that it's real. Wow.
"Photons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic!"
--Science nerd who thinks he's a wag
[NOTE: Photons have zero mass, but nonzero momentum. The momentum is their form of energy. Low-energy (and lower-frequency) photons are radio waves or microwaves, medium-energy photons make up light waves, or visible light, and high-energy photons are X-rays, while those having higher energy still are called gamma rays. This from a science site. I checked, because I remembered the wave/particle duality of light and how light can be a wave or a stream of photons, depending on how you observe it . . . oh, me.]
