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Inspired by the six-year-old

Published July 1st, 2012 at 11:05 am by Zannah in family, friends, more inane than usual, pictures, product placement except not really, time to relax, writing with no comments
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We’re at the breakfast table this morning with Gaby, who is writing in her journal about what we did yesterday.

Gaby: Well, I want to write that we saw monuments, but…I don’t know how to spell “saw”.

John couldn’t hold the laughter in. She had no problem with monuments. And then I heard her spell Washington with very little hesitation. She’s a genius!

We’re all on our laptops (except Gaby, who’s using a cute little spiral-bound notebook) this morning, after a nice lie-in. Wolf Trap cancelled last night’s performance of The Pirates of Penzance, so we stayed in and had our picnic dinner in the family room with The Muppet Show. It’s just as well – we were all pretty worn out after the heat and the driving. We met up with Jess (Hi, Jess!) for a yummy lunch in Annapolis, blew some bubbles at the harbor (also thanks to Jess), ate some really good ice cream, and tried on lots of hats at Hats in the Belfry. Hey! That’s news for us – John found a hat. One that fits and looks pretty cool and will keep him from burning his head every time he goes out in the sun. It’s a miracle. I fell in love with a plum-colored cloche hat, but then I looked at the price tag. I just can’t spend $175 on a hat. Even when it’s this cool.

Today the plan is to stay inside and hide from the heat. No plans, no schedule, just whatever we want to do, whenever we want to do it. And now that the internet is back (the storm late Friday night knocked it for most of yesterday)…you know, I really don’t know how to end that sentence. I don’t remember where I was going with it when I started it. Now that the internet is back, we can…play on the internet? But we’re not really going to do that today, so…yeah. No idea.

Sometimes I bore myself

Published March 6th, 2012 at 3:13 pm by Zannah in but not in a good way, more inane than usual, school, this shouldn't even count as a post, writing with 3 comments
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You know something? I’m pretty good at babbling. Sometimes it’s entertaining (I hope. It is to me, anyway.). More often, it’s not. And sometimes it’s surprising just how long I can go on about something (like school, for instance) before I realize it’s boring. To you, to me, to the dogs. Flat out not interesting to anyone at all. I TRY to delete (deletedeletedeletedeletedeletedeletedelete) that stuff. Like I just did. Blah blah boringcakes.

Unfortunately, there are some times (like, oh, I don’t know…now?) when I don’t have anything rattling around in my head to replace the long-ass rant I just deleted about the waste of time and money my statistics class has turned into (because a full half of this course is a repeat of the last two chapters of the previous statistics course, a course that was a pre-req to this one – I get review chapters, but these two review chapters are the only subjects on the @*&$%&*^ midterm – that was a much more concise way of putting it). Do you think that’s going to stop me from posting? Hmm?

Maybe. It depends on a number of things. Like, what time is it? How tired am I? Is my book particularly engrossing? If the answers are a) late, b) very, and/or c) ohmygodyes, then no post is forthcoming. Sorry. If it’s today, however, and the answers are a) midday, b) not particularly, and c) have you looked at the time? What do you think I do all day that I could be reading my book right now?, then the fact that you’ve read this far should tell you something. (Psst. Come here. Closer. Just you. You’re my favorite.)

I’m beginning to wonder if I should build an ark

Published September 22nd, 2011 at 9:10 pm by Zannah in weather, writing with no comments
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It’s raining again. Still. Some sunshine would be nice, pretty please.

I think writing for a living would not be a good idea. For me. Meaning I would not be able to make a living at it. Put some pressure on me to write (even this) when I don’t have anything particular in mind and I freeze. Stare at the screen. Find everything else do to first. And then write about the weather. Hello, rain!

I don’t think I’d be good at that

Published June 29th, 2011 at 3:14 pm by Zannah in books, writing with 3 comments
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I’ve been thinking about stories a lot, at least partly because I’m in the midst of wanting to read my Dresden Files books nonstop, at the expense of EVERYTHING else. Like to the point where I’m more than happy to get stuck in a left turn lane with a red arrow because I’ll have an extra long time to read before the light changes again. (Yes, I read at stop lights. I swear I don’t read while the car is moving.) Yesterday, I sat in the car in the parking lot for a few extra minutes when I got to work to read a couple more pages. I did the same thing in my driveway when I got home. (Which makes no sense. Why not go inside and read? I was HOME.) Are they that good? Well, I enjoy them very much. They’re sometimes dark, but lightweight at the same time, and they move. Lots of action. I care about the characters. (After nine books (more, but that’s how many I’ve read so far), I’d better.)

I’d like to tell you a story like that. Of course, you may not want me to. I’m not good at stories. I can’t even tell a joke. (Seriously, I’ll forget how it goes midway through, and once I remember, I’ll start laughing so hard I ruin it for everyone else. And then I’ll screw up the punchline. Every joke, every time.) But I’d tell you a story anyway. I’d even make one up for you, but I can guarantee it’ll be not good. It’ll ramble (dear god, it will ramble), it’ll try too hard to be funny (and it will fail at that), and it will be full of plot holes. Plot holes so wide you could march a platoon of elephants through them. Like the elephants in The Jungle Book. (Love the elephants in that movie.) So I’m okay reading other people’s stories. WAY more than okay. I get less of an itch to write my own stories than I occasionally have to do musical theater, play in an orchestra, or be the drummer (or singer, or both) in a band. What’s the phrase that means you had a dream you never followed? Or maybe you followed it and failed. Or maybe you tried, but were brutally shut out. There’s a phrase for this.

Seriously, what is it?

It’s not unfettered ambition, it’s not untapped potential, it’s not a dream unrealized…maybe that’s it. But it doesn’t feel quite right. Something like that. Regardless, that’s not what this is. I’m happy to leave the novel-writing to others. As long as they let me read.

(A dream deferred? That’s a poem, so probably not.)

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