Tag Archives: metaphoric crap that is supposed to mean something deep but probably doesn’t

Mar
4

Seeing Clearly

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Several days ago I did my normal morning routine, part of which usually includes a new set of daily contacts. No biggie there, but in this case, I had recently ordered a box from my eye doc since I was running out.  I grabbed a pair, sat down at my computer, tossed the lenses into my eyes and played a few hours of Assassins Creed: Odyssey. Which is fine. Until I got up and realized I couldn’t see. More to the point, I could see directly in front of me, but everything past a certain distance got immediately blurry, almost as though I wasn’t wearing lenses at all. I found it a bit worrisome, though I have had a few times where I focused too long on tiny things and not had my eyes adjust correctly when I looked back up. But this was a little different. I threw the… Read more
Feb
24

Weaving Threads

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I’m not entirely sure what possessed me into thinking I might be able to teach a 7 year old the beginnings of cross-stitching. But we’re trying it anyway. I made some major headway with my revisions this weekend – so to reward myself I pulled out my current cross-stitch project. Which is enormous, on linen, and has a shit-ton of weird stitches, ribbon, mixed colors and blending filaments. (Think we’re only missing beads at this point, sheesh.) Lucy watched and wanted to help, but with a project as complicated as this, I really need to focus on where I’m putting the needle – I don’t want to screw it up and be forced to undo and redo the work. (And honestly, I think I’m gonna need a magnifying glass soon – linen holes are very hard to see for me, so the potential for miscounting is very high.) But Lucy… Read more
Jan
20

Square Peg, Round Hole

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I was chatting with one of my friends the other night about writing – me, looking over revisions from my agent and trying to organize my thoughts on them. (And incidentally, I usually take a few days of NOT doing anything with revision type notes or suggestions. Better for me to let them sink and decide how I want to proceed.) So I was mulling. My friend, however, was disheartened at a rejection she’d just received. And we talked about that a bit. It was an interesting sort of rejection – the editor in question indicated that her short story read more like the first chapter in a novel – that there was more potential than what the current length was able to provide. It was upsetting to her because she was trying to follow the advice of writing short stories as practice. It’s common advice – hone your writing… Read more
Nov
26

Little Fish

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I realize I haven’t been blogging as much the last few weeks. This whole month has been a bit of a time cluster honestly, and the rest of this week isn’t going to be much better. I’m starting a new round of training for work. It’s a virtual classroom and all, but I find my brain basically getting pretty fried by the end of the day and it doesn’t leave me very motivated to do anything on the computer, let alone blog. Plus, this is the first time in over three years that I haven’t been under a deadline of some sort. It’s a weird and slightly discombobulated feeling. And I’m working on this new project as I can (NaNo just didn’t happen the way it should have), but I’ve been putting this awful sort of undue pressure on myself to make it Good. Whatever Good really means. Just that… Read more
Mar
27

Who Needs Classes?

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Lucy insists she wants to be an author and an illustrator. Which is fine by me. She’s constantly bringing home little books that she’s written. (And since she’s five, no, the writing doesn’t always make sense, but her explanations do – so she’s got a natural story-telling ability.) She’s just learning to really read for herself too, and she takes such delight now in reading TO me, instead of the other way around. And maybe that’s a girl thing, because I don’t really remember Connor taking to it like that at all. He was bored in general with trying to learn to read, although now that he’s discovered real storybooks (i.e. Percy Jackson, etc – he’s all over them. They’re a bit above his age level, but there’s nothing wrong with that – I was reading Piers Anthony at that age, so fine by me. Anything that keeps him motivated… Read more