|the so-called studio, on a "neat" day|
I have to tell you about my day, because it was a typical day in I-only-blog-now-and-then land. Blogger/Google has added this new applet, I guess you would call it, or add-in (who knows the difference among these, anyway? I mean, who under 40 knows the difference?) or maybe widget, that searches your text as you write and adds hyperlinks to anything it can find a reference to, whether it is important to your post or not. So I wrote this nice little essay and on the right start appearing photographs, most of them of Salman Rushdie--for a man in hiding he sure gets his picture taken a lot--well, maybe these were taken since he has come out in public again. Regardless, the photos and links to articles I don't care about started to appear in my writing and rather than do the smart thing, which I am doing now (starting over), I tried to pick and choose what I wanted and then--heaven forgive me--arrange the page the way I wanted it. Oh my what a disaster. I can't begin to describe the ensuing chaos, and I hardly need to. Those of you who have done battle with the PC-dragon know exactly what I'm talking about, and those of you who turn around and sneak back to the village and the work you are supposed to be doing have only an inkling and the more I explain the more you will wonder, "why didn't she just stop?"
The answer is, I don't know. I never do. Not until maybe the 18th inning, although the baseball metaphor implies an equal score for both participants in order for the game to continue and this little piece of non-work would score more like website 24, Cindy 2 (I'm just giving myself 2 because I can't accept total defeat and it's my blog and I can lie if I want to).
Now I will attempt again to put up a couple of snapshots of my life, because I think a few of those reading (dear math genuises: how many is a few of a few?) actually don't know me well. There is no attempt here to say these pictures define my life. They are just what happens to be on my camera. Yes, home pix. What the internet does best.
|Only the dogwoods and redbuds add an inkling of color, and here it is, October 25 already.|
ONE, I am doing NaNoWriMo again this year. I suppose the working title will be Nvl918, though the blog will remain www.nvl917.blogspot.com .
TWO, it won't really be me writing it. I present you the new and improved Cindy (if she can pull it off . . . ). Laid back, non-competitive, good loser, comfortable doing mediocre work, excellent at juggling many demands at once, cares more about her family than her petty achievements (but they gave me an icon to put on my website! That was worth all the trouble, right?), cares more about the companionship of sharing the event with fellow writers than she does an all-out win. Yup, that's me. Absolutely unprepared, going in by the seat of my pants, under doctor's orders not to be methodical or editorial but just let 'er rip, gasp, I feel as though I'm climbing the upwards slope of a very steep old wooden roller coaster, and everyone knows that once you are over the hump and into November, if you aren't strapped in tight, you die.
Which brings me to another point about Nanowrimo. If you are a writer, nano'ing this year or not, and you have not discovered Write or Die, get yourself to Google and download the program. It's written by Dr. Wicked, and you can use it online or download it. I would never ever be able to write without it. (and I'm a wimp, I use Gentle Mode.)
Now the morning is past and I will attempt to post some of my art. Next to home photos, pictures of your mediocre art put on public display is something else the Internet does really well. Here I go, joining the multitudes. Thanks for reading. Now enjoy the visual portion of our show. And tune in next week to my nvl917 blog and find out how the new laid-back me is coming along at writing almost 2000 words a day.