Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.
|A new blog, in case I ever think of anything to say.|
|I wondered if it's alright to moan a bit on my blog. Blogs are random and spontaneous, no? Therefore, they should be outlets for all sorts of things - within reason, of course, this is a family-friendly blog. And I fully expect these musings to be largely ignored before they are washed away.
I know we all have a love/hate relationship with reviews. We love the good ones and hate the bad ones. And I do moan a lot over bad reviews, but that is mostly because I am an undisciplined brat.
But some reviews just leave me scratching my head.
I enter a lot of contests. I enter a lot of contests with short windows and tight word counts. So, I often have quite a few items that are short - very, very short.
For instance, the "Tweet Me a Story" contest requires a character count of no more than 140. Total. And there's a 25 word contest and a 24 syllable contest, etc. There are flash fiction contests with strict word counts. I try to be clear when things are written to prompts and word counts.
So, it leaves me completely puzzled when a reviewer of a 24 syllable poem tells me it would have been better if I had made it longer. Or a 300 word flash fiction is marked down because some background needed to be expanded, etc. The answer, of course, lies in the description of the item. The poem, or whatever, cannot be made longer. But I can be made crazy.
I hope that when I review things that were contest entries that I consider the form and word count and prompt limitations placed on the author and try to appreciate the work within those guidelines.
Okay, moaning over. We return you to our regular programming.
|I got an email today from an online furniture retailer which encouraged me to consider "accent chairs". This intrigued me. What sort of accents would these chairs have? Or would they alter the accent of the occupant when sat upon? I could not resist, so I clicked on the link.
I will admit that many of these chairs had accents far too posh to be in my house. They would look at the state of the rest of my furniture and refuse to speak, of that I am sure But others had me scratching my head. The cow chair, for instance, upholstered all over in brushed black and white Holstein. I guess the accent is "bovine", and perhaps it is easy to Moo-ve (okay, groan).
There was one chair that had me completely puzzled, however. It appeared to be made from the twisted and gnarled branch of a very old tree. I looked at it from all sides (thanks to the 360 function on the website's photos) and for the life of me, I could not figure out where one sits. What I do know is that it looks ridiculously uncomfortable. It is available from the company called - wait for it - Loon Peak ! for a little over $5,000 (marked down from $12,000).
I decided that accent chairs are not for me. Nothing can tie my decor together, it isn't meant to have a theme. If I go furniture browsing again, I shall look in the "ugly-but-comfy" section.
|The email says that it's been 4 days, 14 hours, and 42 minutes since I last updated my blog. That was when I created my blog, actually. I have never updated it. But I get an accounting of how long ago my last non-update was.
It's as if I just signed up for daily reminders.
I am not saying that daily nagging isn't a good thing. It guarantees that I will have a message in my inbox each day. In a way, it's an AI friend so I don't feel all alone. But, it takes four good nagging emails before I attempt to blog, so not the most effective reminder. If it came as an audio file that played a high-pitched whine until I wrote in my blog... nevermind, that wouldn't work either - I can turn the speakers off.
The problem is that I created a blog without a plan. And that was 4 days, 14 hours and some minutes ago.
Let' s see what happens tomorrow. Will there be a reminder?