I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?
I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.
Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.
🦉 Owl-oween I don't seem to be writing. Just writing what is necessary to complete the daily streak requirements. Eventually that leads to feeling unfulfilled. And MBs lose a bit of their shine.
Sometimes I feel like a prisoner to those streaks! After reading your post, I just might take a break, too. We are going on a fall color trip next week. Maybe I'll do it then...I don't know. I'm finding I am not spending the time on my writing as I'd like to. So much is going on in RL, too, right now.
Maid of the Mist Most Macabre I watch the cheesy Christmas movies because they have snow and twinkly lights. Plot don't come into it. I don't watch any that are set in warm climates or down under. I like lots of snow. I watch lots of Christmas movies year round, like Miracle on 34th Street and last year I watched seven different film versions of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. In fact, I just reread A Christmas Carol over the weekend for a brief online literature course. I might have to go put up the tree...
For me, those cheesy Christmas movies, and their close cousins the romance genre offerings evoke feelings of dread. Too many share the same predictable plot and outcomes. My spouse is enamored of them. I get it. Not every day is an occasion to streak.
I was recently forced to break my streaks through a period in hospital. When I came out, I decided that I didn't want to remain in thrall to merit badges anymore. So I took my time and fancy in picking up on a few of them. Pretty soon I was doing what I wanted, when I wanted, and feeling much better for it. I still have days when I do 'em all and weeks when I crack the lot. But now I don't care and really enjoy those days when I think, "Nah, not today."
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