Monday, January 16, 2017

It's Writ To Fit



I am, for today, a writer.

Yes, I am working on a couple of writing projects. And yes, I am doing it in tandem with a friend of mine, who is also working on a writing project, but who claims she is not a writer (she not only writes a blog twice a week but has worked with writers in her storied past). But showing up to write doesn't always invite my Muse to tag along, so some days are void of much writing. That's why I decided to sign up for a 21-day "free-writing" course offered by an interesting writer (someone I've blogged about before) named Crescent Dragonwagon. The course includes a daily email with instructions on what to write about in a short time period (five or seven minutes so far). Each exercise ends with the phrase "...you are again, for today, a writer."

Today is Day Four, and in seven minutes I pounded out this snappy little piece based on the prompt phrase "keeping it under your hat."







Monday, Jan 16 2017, 12:19 pm, at home, writing on my PC, Day 4
7-minute directed freewriting exercise - prompt: “keeping it under your hat”

I am a very good secret-keeper. I don’t have that many secrets myself, but if someone else tells me a secret, I keep it locked up and throw away the key. I consider this a valuable trait in any decent friendship, and sometimes I am able to offer sage advice or wisdom, but sometimes - after I’ve had some time to think about it (and I do think about it quite a bit) - I wish I had said other things, much more helpful and way more wise. That being said, secrets can eat us alive, especially the ones that reveal serious mistakes in judgments (although I try not to be judgmental while listening to someone’s secret). It helps to speak about something we’ve done, or something someone said or did to us, and relieves some of the associated guilt and fear. But there has to be some serious trust between the speaker and the listener, and that trust is based on the listener’s ability to keep a secret “under their hat.” I wish I knew the origin of that saying… I’m sure it has something to do with some secret meeting of an ancient king or queen and someone having to smuggle a hidden message or treasure out of the castle under their hat. The same can be said of keeping a secret.



Of course, between finishing that exercise and writing this blog post, I Googled "keep it under your hat" (which has come to mean "keep it secret") and, at first glance, it seemed likely that its origin went back to medieval times and the belief that archers kept their bowstrings underneath their hats to keep them dry, but my source dismissed this theory because the phrase didn't come into common use until the 19th century (the 1800s), so it didn't really make sense to trace it any further back. 

Here's the final conclusion:

The oldest of such that I can find is in the novel The History of Pendennis by William Makepeace Thackeray, 1848:
Thus, oh friendly readers, we see how every man in the world has his own private griefs and business... You and your wife have pressed the same pillow for forty years and fancy yourselves united. Psha, does she cry out when you have the gout, or do you lie awake when she has the toothache? ... Ah, sir - a distinct universe walks about under your hat and under mine.
The extended phrase 'keep it under your hat', which didn't arise until the 20th century, simply meant 'keep it in your head', that is, 'think it, but don't say it'. 

Source: The Phrase Finder ( http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/under-your-hat.html )


So - I am again, for today, a writer. Because I had to play catch-up (I missed Day Two and Three, so I did those, too, along with Day Four). Because I also wrote this blog post. However, it did occur to me that, with all this writing, I still managed to put off working on either of my projects. 


But please, keep that under your hat.
















Sunday, January 8, 2017

Winter Gifts: Snow Prints and Free Meals





After a snow storm, I go outside to feed the birds (and other creatures) and I am fascinated by all the many tracks I see in the yard. Of course, there are the birds, and rabbits, and probably raccoons and deer as well, but there are always a few "mystery tracks" that defy identification. While we humans can make a run to the grocery store to stock up on comfort food, our animal friends have no such luxuries.



Even though most mammals are in torpor (slowed down or in hibernation to conserve energy) during the winter, some still need to forage. Their metabolism is able to adjust to the changes in their environment - for example, deer resort to eating more woody things like bark and twigs instead of the plants and grasses easily found during the growing season - but that doesn't mean they have to like it.



My husband does the same thing, but for another species of mammal - the homeless. During the winter months, he volunteers his time to help a group that offers hot meals to those who need it. Giving continues beyond the holidays, like Scrooge finally learned in Dickens' A Christmas Carol:

“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!”


Happy wildlife "adventures" to you!






Friday, January 6, 2017

Before Daybreak




Going to sleep early has its consequences... like waking up during the night, looking out the window to see freshly fallen snow, and realizing it's all right to stay awake until it's time to go to work. So convinced am I that I am better off awake than asleep, I'm celebrating with a cup of coffee.

It's only a dusting, but more might come between now and sunrise... Maybe I'll even step outside and take a photograph of nature's magic trick.

A little while ago, as I was deciding not to try to go back to sleep, I saw a pop of light beside me... a small, bright white diamond flashed in the corner of my right eye - no sensation, other than mild surprise - and then it was gone... my own personal snowflake.

Image: petapixel.com

Was it an optical illusion, brought on by lack of sleep? A synapse in my brain sending me an urgent message that I cannot decipher? A sign from my beloved mother, telling me I should take better care of myself? Even now, I can feel the onset of a hot flash - that special gift to middle-aged women - and I have decided I might as well write, rather than worry about these (and other) things.

Why worry? It is a distraction that offers no reward, depletes the soul and starves the spirit. It is one thing to be cautious, but worry just spins us out of control and pushes us toward the sinkhole of despair.

Another winter scene - image: tjbg 2015

I will make more coffee, take a photograph of snow and see what this day may bring.


Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Where There's A Will, There's A Way



I always seem to run out of time, mostly because I don't know how to manage time. I make plans to do certain things - write, make jewelry, create an original note card or bookmark - but there are so many other things to do, like wash dishes, do laundry, run errands... 

The house is always an untidy mess - stacks of things left undone, clothes to put away, things to organize or get rid of - and I keep thinking I'll get around to taking care of it, but I never do.



I'm intrigued by the Marie Kondo method - organizing by category (clothing, knick-knacks, etc.) instead of room by room, which I find overwhelming - so I think I need to look at that method again.

In fact, I've read a fair number of articles and blogs explaining all the ways I can get things done, helpful tips to instill order in my life, but nothing seems to help. I want shelves! I want totes and bins and baskets! But only by starting at the beginning will I ever be able to make a dent in my lovingly curated mess.

The truth is, I'm just not a very organized person, and I'm okay with that, until it gets out of control. (I also prefer wildflowers and weeds in my yard to rows of vegetables and blooms in a garden.  Go figure.)



Will this year be any different? Maybe, or maybe not... but I really, really hope so. 

No children to leave my treasures to, and no one else would be interested in having any of it. I still have to figure out what to do with my mother's things... All of these things - mine and Mom's - need to be looked at, picked up, decided upon, before they are put out to pasture.

My goal is to make my living space a little nicer, a little sweeter, a little prettier, a little neater. Like this!


 


I know I can do this. I have to. Well, maybe not exactly like this, but just a functional, lovely creative space. Now let's see if I have the courage to say good-bye to some of my old clutter and hello to a brand new way to be ME.






Monday, January 2, 2017

Don't Just Think, Write




I think. A lot. All the time. About everything. And sometimes... nothing at all. 

But quite often, when I sit down to write, I am speechless. Where do the words go?

Conclusion: Thinking is not writing.

There is a quiet disconnect between my thoughts and my attempts to write.

This is frustrating. And challenging. 




















I  have put one writing project aside to work on two other ones. I go back and forth, from one to the other, expecting the time spent away from one will fuel my desire to work on the other. So far, this seems to be working. I have to focus on writing - something, anything - like Susan Sontag writes about in her diaries. 

She also says: "I think I am ready to learn how to write. Think with words, not with ideas." 



























Get started... Think with words... Learn how to write... Sit down, look down, write it down.

"Show up, show up, show up... and after a while, the muse shows up, too." Isabel Allende





Sunday, January 1, 2017

2017: Just Another Trip Around the Sun




THIS YEAR...

I will write more







THIS YEAR...

I will create more





THIS YEAR...

I will honor myself and those whom I love/have loved


















THIS YEAR...

I will do what I can to promote peace, love and understanding wherever and whenever I can



I will hold myself accountable to these promises... 

What will you do to make yourself and the world better this year?