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Dreams

This is where I should place an overused quotation about dreams and broken-winged birds. Right here. Right up front. It would be here to draw The Reader in. It would be The Hook. The Reader would read the quotation, and sigh longingly in agreement. Yes! Yes! Life without dreams is like that broken-winged bird that cannot fly (wait, isn’t that redundant?). The Reader, so enamored with my clever use of the quotation could not help but read on. Read the rest of this entry

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New Places To Lose Myself

There are moments when I check out Freshly Pressed on WordPress.  Granted, this doesn’t happen often, but when I am able to do it, I nearly always find something new to marvel in.  When lucky, I find a few blogs that I can lose myself in.  The next thing I know, four hours have disappeared, never to be regained.  My advice: visit Freshly Pressed with caution.

My first treat today was Freshly Pressed on Monday, April 30. The title of the post, Walked the Walk and the picture that accompanied it caught my eye and I bit. When I arrived at Calliope’s Tablet, I was pleasantly surprised.  First, she’s talking about walking around a city I am familiar with.  Next, I just found her blog and it’s content to be a delight. She writes about writing and creativity.  I can’t get enough of that.  Hope you’ll check it out.

The other treat, another creative blog type, I found because the post that was Freshly Pressed was all about bike touring, something I am contemplating starting up as my kids get older and leave home.  Actually, my son is pushing me to do this with him.  He loves camping, we both love cycling and he agreed to deal with setting up the tents and taking them down.  That’s all it took.  I’m all in.  Now all we have to do is acquire some gear.  While I’m saving up pennies to do that, I’m going to check out LizardArtworks and read her post about Biking From Monterey to SLO, so I can be prepared when the time comes.

I hope you’ll go visit these two fun finds.

Plinky

I really like http://www.plinky.com/. It’s a great place to go to find inspirational ideas for journals, blog posts, what have you.

Except tonight it didn’t work. I found many great prompts, but not which I had the mental energy to actually develop. Tonight I am tired. Bone weary tired. Work is demanding. My closet organizer shelves fell out of the wall again for the second time. It’s just be a long, difficult emotionally taxing day.

This could be good. I might get some sleep. It could also be an indicator of a more serious health problem.

I just can’t even worry about that now. I need to sleep.

April: 30 Nights of Blogging?

It’s April and over at Blogher, there is a challenge to blog every day during the month of April. This month’s emphasis is poetry, because it is National Poetry Month. Right. I suck at writing poetry. the every day for the month thing is also going to be a challenge because, for me, on this blog that means writing when I should be sleeping. Like the complete idiot and blog addict that I am, I jumped on this bandwagon. Let’s see how long it is before I completely meltdown due to lack of sleep then lose my day job. This ought to be tons of fun.

Like I said I suck at poetry, but I’m going to venture out there anyway with the lazy (or uninspired? or untalented? or tired?) kid’s poem; the acrostic. Yes, just as creatively, I’m using the word April.

April is a month of
Pouring
Rain, beauty, and
Increasing sunshine
Luring me toward summer.

Like I said, lazy, uninspired, clearly lacking in talent…but tonight’s post is done!

I challenge you to better this attempt. It really shouldn’t be that tough and should take two seconds. Post a comment here with your own April acrostic or post it on your blog and link back to me. Either way, I’ll know I’m not talking to myself or it will become dreadfully apparent that I am. if you link back to me or if you comment I’ll follow you home and check out your blog too.

Happy NaBloPoMo April.

Oh, and for the record, I hate April Fool’s. Years of being way too gullible have traumatized me for.ev.er.

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