Archive for April, 2020



So I reached my adjusted word count goal of 30,000 plus 132on my CampNaNo project, Pandamapacalypse. I feel good about that. I think I will work on it more in May. I left my characters at the zoo. Well some of them. Because of how crazy this month has been, I feel my writing was all over the place. So I think I will spend the beginning of May reorganizing the scenes and setting a new outline. Then the second part as trying to reach the 50K I was looking for this month. The story is still playing in my head. Can you imagine a virus that could mutate and become a person? What would we learn from this person!

What day is it anyway? When you are watching Grey’s Anatomy every day and it is no longer playing on Thursday as usual, that isn’t a way to know. I’m on the twelfth season out of fifteen. Can you imagine what I will be like when I am caught up? Anyway, the trash it out at the curb, or the place a curb would be if we had actual streets and not dirt roads. So, tomorrow is Friday, May first! Wow! We made it through April! A2Z is done!

I wonder how the world feels in New Zealand. One of the characters on GA is from there. Before pandemic. I don’t know. I think I have zero more words today. Oh, I can look forward to another Zoom meeting of friends tomorrow!

One-Liner Wednesday/A2Z Y


Just a quickie, I need to go over and log a thousand words in yWriter. The Pandas are needing my help in the Pandamapocalypse!

#WDIIA, #A2Z, Y, #One-Liner Wednesday

 

What Day Is It Anyway? A2Z X


is just an eight without curves! I just realized that today.

I’m not going to pretend to know X words. X-rays are more than just words, they are a main-stay for Grey’s Anatomy series. This is not the place to be X-rated. And I guess I’m done. Sure I could go Google X words, but I’d rather show what I’d like to have:

3/8" 240 peg Extra Large X-loom

I tried so hard to get a photo but the WEBS thing doesn’t like WordPress or the other way around. You can make four socks at a time or really large items.  Here’s a YouTube of Scarlett Royal teaching how to work with what I have been calling the X-wing knitter.

Would that be a good way to use my stim check? Or is that too much and I should save it for house and food? I know it is there to help companies and I think CinDWood could use the money, too. I’m retired so…

Okay,, that is my version of the #A2Z and # WDIIA. Happy, safe, lockdown!

Now on to writing.

What Day Is It Anyway, A2Z-W


What day is it anyway? Yeah, I’ve been starting with ‘W‘ every day this month of alphabetical soup. I wish I could say that I  have been writing furiously daily, too. That didn’t happen. I ran out of juice last week. My characters decided to take off in directions that seemed unconnected to my story. I knew the story still wanted to be told so I took time off to think. Then I decided to take the stress of the word count. I set a new goal to hit 30k by the end of the thirtieth. With nearly 28k I figured it was doable. Next month I will continue as I think the book is only halfway done. I still see a lot of adventures and dangers happening ahead.

Oh, Monday is my local Zoom Writers Meet so today I do know the day it is. It is so wonderful to meet with other writers and hear their take on the prompts. The same prompt can be taken so differently.

Wandering heart is playing in my head that it wants to use tomorrow’s 77 degrees for a walk. It is about time we get good weather. Everyone I know is telling me how hot it is where they are. When I’ve looked outside to decide the wind or the rain were my deciding factor.


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I don’t know if the croakers around here look like this guy. But as I take Kali out for the last couple times of the night I hear a chorus. It is so peaceful. I wish I could see them but they are in the neighbor’s yard this year so …

All-day bingeing Grey.  And playing games on my phone. Didn’t knit or draw or coloring. And Yipes it’s nearly the end of the month! There is a dragon with my name on it–or will be when I get it done.

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Starting the morning I was able to Zoom a service. I nice way to start the day with a lot of positive goodness during a negative time.

And after that, we all watched Sunday Morning on CBS. I love that show. My favorite part is the moment of zen. Today no egrets, I mean, there were egrets.

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So that’s #What Day It Is Anyway.


 

 

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “val.” Find a word that starts with “val” or if you’re not doing the A to Z Challenge, find a word that just has “val” in it, and use that word any way you’d like. Enjoy!

 

Though I value your approval of my  Steam of Consciousness I feel like an invalid. My brain is a dormant volcano Ash just lying there not moving. It’s been a couple days of just mindlessness. A stream like that isn’t moving very fast. I have no excuses. I’m well and able. It has been weird, don’t you think? I can’t imagine how all of you with outside lives are getting along. Like I’ve mentioned before, we were already homebodies. Oh, how I feel for you parents of young children. I can’t imagine raising my four during times like this. I bow to you all.

Maybe I had brainless times before C19, but now it seems so overwhelming. It’s like it doesn’t leave when going to sleep. So the dreams continue the stressors, waking one up and resetting calm thoughts. To be replaced again by: Did I wash that bell pepper well enough? Is this cough allergies? I wish I knew a way to turn off the uncontrollable thoughts and turn on the ones that are needed for creativity. I used to think of myself as a bit of a rational person.

I’d rather be knitting. But even that seems to present problems as now my wrist hurts if I work too much. Maybe I should work on the hats and toys for a while as they didn’t take so much concentration as sock cuffs.

Okay, the stream’s gone dry. Please tell me you are all doing well, that your brains are happy and creative in spite of the tiny little virus taking over the whole wide world.

What Day Is It Anyway, A2Z Version


 

 

Tuesday, right? No that can’t be true. Trash was taken out last night. Today must be Friday. Nope, not a finished Friday. Still working on the two pairs of socks for daughter and her boyfriend.

Oh and Friday Zoomin’ with friends.

I don’t have much more to say. After talking to friends I am chatted out, I think. I hope you are all finding your way in this weird world. I wish you all health. I’m so feeling healthy, just not so talkie. U?

A2Z, #WDIIA


The Storekeeper A Tale of Small Town Life: A Tale of Small Town LifeThe Storekeeper A Tale of Small Town Life: A Tale of Small Town Life by Pearl Whitfield
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

When I was young I loved spending the night with friends. I loved seeing how other people lived. I found it interesting how the parents were different from my own, even how the friend became different in their own home than they were at school. I think that is why I love to move to new places. Not traveling, you don’t get the truth by visiting, but sinking into a community. Big cities, small towns, and finally the smallest I have ever lived in. I think those raised and who stayed find fault in the other. Small town people make fun of city-folk, city folks laugh at the country folk. They both have their points and their blindnesses.

Such is reading The Storekeeper. It is a tale about a small town. It takes a few people and follows them as does the main character, Ralph Johnson, widower, sinks in as a storekeeper. As the spiderweb of acquaintances grows we learn about others as he does. We hear the bigotry and the gossip, but we see the mature people that are open to help those in need rather than make fun of something different.

I was not a fan of Ralph. I wished he were female. But of my seventy years, fifty or more was spent reading books about males. When I asked my librarian when I was a kid, then as an adult the only answer was that it was to encourage boys to read. Why didn’t I deserve to be encouraged? Oh, yeah, because they were going to get jobs and needed to be readers to be smarter. And the reasoning loses something for me in that with all my reading I still didn’t get the good jobs my male classmates got for a lot less education. So as an old lady I am more demanding of my main characters, especially those who were created by female authors.

Still, Ralph gave us the insight we needed for the various people we meet in the town. He is kind and tries to give as much as he can to those around him. This is where my interests in the book developed. I loved the females brought into Ralph’s circle. I wanted to know more about the little girl and her mother. I wanted to know more about the woman dying of cancer, I wanted to know more about the love interest.

The book seemed longer than I would have liked, yet in the end, I wanted more. Maybe there is a book two coming that focuses on the other people other than Ralph? As a newbie in a small town, I get lost as to how to negotiate social situations. But that may be my own social anxiety. And fibro that keeps me as unreliable as I stay home when I am in pain to great to be out driving. I have no clue as to how folks move from being the grocery bagger to the big farmer, maybe there is a way besides being born to it? The difference between rich and poor seems far more visible here than in the city.

Anyway, during this pandemic, while everyone is looking for peace, this is a great book to slow it down and sink into another life. This could make a great television series!

By the way, here is the cover as it is on Amazon:

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Shave and a haircut–Eugene!

That’s the One-liner for Wednesday and “S” for A2Z challenge that easily answers ‘What Day Is It Anyway?’. Bam! Take that!

SO, here is what I promised yesterday. This long hair has very few good days as it gets in my eyes and tickles my ears like bugs crawling on me. Here is the fairly good before. See? Combed back with my head tilted back not a problem. But who can run around like this?

Yeah, I don’t know how to do a selfie. I do have eyes that open!

Series of excuses for everything in no particular order:

Over Seventy

Have to wear glasses (not good for self-haircuts)

fibro/arthritis that lowers my energy to do anything

It’s raining

Bad mirror system

Razor in razorcomb dull on the longer side and not quite sharp enough on shorter side

Found out that ambidextrous doesn’t play well with baseball, crochet, or haircutting. Especially with the CombPal Scissor Clipper.

Sorry. I figured folks who don’t care would have quit reading by now. Oh, one final excuse. Flowbee doesn’t work and company following COVID19 suggestions so I can’t get the replacement part I need which I applaud, yet it saddens me.

Since the above didn’t work for me and I tried the method that I used on my babies. Finger-comb cut which makes everything about an inch long (fatter fingers longer skinny fingers shorter)

But lack o’ glasses caused this sore bit that caused me to quit, for now, fingers didn’t need to be cut. Just saying.

The sides and top turned out okay. I can’t see the back and I’m not finished so nicer front view first:

Now the reason for Eugene in the one-liner. It seems I now have the Eugene Top-Hat from The Walking Dead.

But I’m not stuck with it. My wonderful spouse says he will do the back for me, YAY!

So how is your pandemic going?

P.S. Wordage count for CampNaNo is 27,509. But I am still working on it.

 

What Days Is It Anyway? A2Z-R


So after a day without the internet, and that at the end of being in a funk.

I decided to meander a bit using Bitmojis to help me keep the

I know I am blessed. I have lived a long and fantastic life. But I have to say, I am very ambivalent about everything right now.

 

Oh, gosh, this is so

But that is the haircut of my dreams right now. My hair has to be held back by barrettes. It tickles my ears and eyes all night. Before COVID19, I cut my own hair. I was a cosmetologist as a young adult. I understand hair. The plus side is I know how to do it. The negative side I can’t take my head off and put it on a wig stand and do the best I know how.  Maybe once it’s done I give ya a before and after.

Meanwhile

I’m sitting here in my recliner bingeing Grey’s Anatomy and the episode Song Beneath the Song is on and that gets me every time. Check out the Chasing Cars part:

This is my favorite episode of almost any show ever! If you get the chance to watch all the music and singing, chills!!!!

Believe it or not, I was going a whole other way when I started writing here. I think music has soothed this savage beast!

Now I’m all:

and

and I know that by tonight I will be

Well, the cat (Rosey) is all black and then there’s Teddy the ginger, and Kali the canine to keep me company and help me sleep. See? That stupid headache last night and the deliveries and family members going to stores. That stuff that makes me not breathe. I’m so scared. Sad for those having problems. I’m doing fine, sinus headache from allergies is not COVID19 and then Callie sings All of these lines across my face and I am cured!

Rock On!

and best

Remember

 

Prompts from #WDIIA and AtoZChallenge.

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