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 Day to day stuff....a memoir without order. |
 Imagination is described by Webster as...The act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses in reality. Albert Einstein said "Logic will get you from A to B, but imagination will take you everywhere."  I never realized it until I read it somewhere but there are ways to boost one's imagination: Create a visual journal Draw whatever you see for 15 minutes a day. You don't need to be an artist. Think like an artist Cut out pictures from magazines & piece them together to create an original image. Listen to Bach Close your eyes while playing your favorite music. Or listen to the sounds of nature on a CD or in the great outdoors. Play word games Try thinking of as many words as you can that begin with MAR...or you pick. Daydream Let your mind wander, or focus on a single object & study its characteristics.     Everyone has a story....here's mine.....c ** Image ID #1701066 Unavailable **  |
| I was so all fired up writing my memoir/life history, up to 30,000 words but now I have come to a complete stand still. I am at the point in time when Jim began to be really ill and going downhill...and it's hard to know how to put it into words or if I want to put it into words. I really had this crazy idea that by Christmas I would be able to give the finished books as gifts to my children and grandchildren. Any suggestions or does anyone know of any writing books that address this type of problem, writing about a spouse's illness? until next time...c |
| Night before last I couldn't sleep. I have nights like this every once in awhile. They seem to be coming more frequently than they used to. I read in bed about an hour,I go to sleep, then in around two hours (1 o'clock), I wake up and can't go back to sleep no matter how long I lay there and try. This time while laying there trying to go back to sleep I kept thinking about my computer room and how I might rearrange the furniture in there. In my mind I moved the desk, the bookcase, my art supplies, rearranging furniture yet keeping what's on it the same so that I don't forget where things are. This is something that gets more important to me the older I get. My brain is going berserk moving all this furniture around so....finally, at 2:30 I got up and my virtual reality became reality. Without really thinking things through, especially about how heavy the stuff was, I started unloading everything on the bookcase first, realizing I would need to move it out of the way to get the desk over there. I didn't have to move either one very far, swapping places from one wall to the other. But it was still moving and the desk is a 3 x 5 laminated particle board...heavy. The bookcase is laminated too, a 4 footer and believe me, you couldn't squeeze one more thing on it. Somehow turning on the a/c never entered my brain. The room has a smooth carpet so after the bookcase was empty I was able to slide and walk it to the center of the room clear of the desk. I cleared everything off the top of the desk and commenced to taking out the drawers. On a level of 1-10 my mechanical and common sense skills rate around 5. Figuring out how the drawers are removed took around 30 minutes and involved the use of a flashlight and much squinting. With all this time and effort, sweat is dripping off my chin and still I don't think of turning on the air. Finally, I get the drawers out, the very heavy drawers. By this time emptying them is not an option, no place to put anything else. The desk is so heavy it is sunk (and seemingly stuck) into the carpet so I have to lift each end to get it loose and swing it just a teeny bit to get it out of the "hole". I realized this is how I could move it to the opposite wall, swinging to the left, alternating ends, walking it over. I'm getting tired just writing about it. I finally got the two pieces of furniture swapped and in place. The desk drawers went back in much easier than they came out. I put all the "stuff" back on the bookcase exactly as it had been, rearranged the desktop "stuff" a little, and collapsed into my computer chair around 5:30. At that point I remembered the a/c and turned it on. Why is it while a person is lying in bed "dreaming", she thinks she can do anything? Yet, during the day everything seems monumental and impossible, or maybe I'm the only one who thinks this way. Well, I rearranged the furniture, it looks great (I think) but I still can't believe I did it. I would never have attempted it in the daytime. And, consequently, yesterday I slept most of it. until next time...c |
| I am what you would call very slow to make friends. In fact, depending on your definition of friend, I may not have any. My "friends" are more like acquaintances. I have become acquainted with a lot of people through book clubs, writing groups, church, and my neighborhood but to say any of them are real friends, I'm not sure. I try to be "friendly" but I feel like I'm always holding back just a little. And there's that old saying...to have a friend you must be a friend. It's quite a commitment. My one true friend is no longer in this world. When I think of him, I know what a friend is. To be that to someone else again may be more than I can handle. until next time...c |
| My cold is much better although still an annoyance. I had gone to bed but decided it was too warm and am up running the a/c awhile, turned it off too soon. I can't sleep with it running at night so I'll need to wait until it cuts off, then go back to bed. I received a review earlier on one of my older stories. It was short and had only one remark, that the characters needed to be more developed. I tend to overreact...still...to these kinds of reviews, critical with nothing good to say, and in order not to show it, I try to be overly nice in my response and gift points. Of course, an older story as it was, and written for a contest, I probably will never do any editing. But this may be a mistake. I'm overlooking the fact that someone who doesn't know me from Adam has taken the time to read my story and express his opinion. I think I'm missing the point here, an opportunity for improvement. until next time...c |
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