For Claire and Colin
Who told me to write more.
Tonight’s post is brought to you by the letter W for Wishcraft (a book by Barbara Sher) and wine (the perfect 2 glass sass amount).
And the letter M for the amazing moon out tonight.
I just got home from dinner a bit ago. I ended up taking a wrong turn in the neighborhood I was in and got turned around quite a bit. I found this little nook of a subdivision that was incredibly charming. I have a feeling that if I ever looked for it again in the daylight I wouldn’t find it. It’s like Brigadoon.
I didn’t feel quite like coming home tonight, so it was nice to drive around a bit more. Even when I got back to roads I recognized I still ended up taking a longer way home. I had the moonroof open, the radio blaring and could have driven around for a while – odd for me.
I thought about stopping somewhere. Calling Rex to see if he was still awake and wanted to get a drink. Stopping at 16 Bit to play pinball and drink a Hell or High Watermelon beer. Picking up ice cream. I did none of these things. I decided to go to the best bar in town – my patio.
Now I have another glass of wine in hand, a laptop in lap, and Spotify with my favorite playlist next to me. All the elements are here for sheer stream of consciousness writing. W for watch out, too.
I started reading Wishcraft a few weeks ago. And then July got insane busy what with the former English teachers in town, the restaurant weeks, the dates, the friends here for the weekend, the home for a weekend, etc. Yes, another kind of hokey self-improvement book, but this one came highly recommended… by whom I cannot remember.
The opening line really gets you: Who do you think you are?
The author postulates that we would answer with characteristics like, I’m Sarah, 35, change management consultant, etc. Author calls bullshit on that kind of description. WHO do you think you ARE??
- I believe in magic but hate magicians
- I’m powered by inertia, even though…
“It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope. But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical will live the relation to another as something alive.” Rilke
- I think the next song on the radio is the universe trying to send me a message
- I’m regularly surprised that I’m not surprised by things
- I think if I really put attention to it I could have been a writer
I saw a post about a Flash Fiction writing contest this weekend. Some silly thing that reminded me a bit of the 48 hour film festival. You get some parameters and come up with a short story. I like that idea – I like parameters and writing prompts. I like boundaries. There is freedom in boundaries.
I got a bit of news that came like a punch in the stomach at work yesterday. It’s not that it’s terrible news, it was just hard to hear. It makes me anxious. I think it’s a good thing, people keep telling me it’s a good thing, I’m not sure I’m there yet. I need to apply some of my change management skills to me. Seriously. On top of that I haven’t slept great this week – not all related to stress. But I always say I’m no good tired. That’s me at my emotional worst is when I’m tired. Once I finally got back on the path traveled and headed toward home tonight, exhaustion set in. Then this song came up on my Spotify list:
And in that moment I was done. Which is exactly the state of mind you want to be in when you decide to write and post things to the world wide web.
I have no plans for this weekend.
Except to go to Orangetheory Saturday and Sunday morning. Even those are plans for me. It’s been a minute since I’ve had this kind of weekend. A weekend of my own design.
Someone asked me to go to the OH State Fair. This year there is a butter sculpture of Urban Meyer, the coach of the OSU Buckeye football team. There is something hilarious about this to me, but I dare not speak that out loud here in the O-H-I-O.
I tried rewatching a couple episodes of Newsroom. I still don’t think it’s Sorkin’s best work. I’m trying to give it a second chance, but outside that last episode of the second season, I generally think, “meh”.
I probably only grant it a break because of this song. Man, I love good cover music. And this is excellent cover music.
Okay. I shall wrap this up here before the combination of wine, moonlight and being soooooo tired make me really do some damage here.
Buenos noches. (Spanish lessons are really working)