Write Lightning is a blog from writer Deb Thompson.
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(Some links or topics may not be completely kid-appropriate.)
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Tue, Jun 08 2010
Writing about not writing, tongue-in-cheek
Self-discipline is important in writing. Creativity and spontaneity are also important. I've been away all day and unable to access most of my writing files. I should spend some time writing, but it's now almost 9pm on the West Coast and I want to watch the finale of Glee on TV. That's not a very good example of talking the talk and walking the walk. I will be shuffling through some notes on index cards as I watch the show. I'm hoping that bit of work makes up for my lack of self-discipline this evening. And how was your day, fellow writers?
posted at: 19:51 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Self-discipline is important in writing. Creativity and spontaneity are also important. I've been away all day and unable to access most of my writing files. I should spend some time writing, but it's now almost 9pm on the West Coast and I want to watch the finale of Glee on TV. That's not a very good example of talking the talk and walking the walk. I will be shuffling through some notes on index cards as I watch the show. I'm hoping that bit of work makes up for my lack of self-discipline this evening. And how was your day, fellow writers?
posted at: 19:51 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Fri, Oct 23 2009
Frivolous Friday
Let's end this week with a little levity. Check these sites for a smile:
This is why you're fat
Item Not As Described
CrapCo Corporate Advisor
Upside Down Dogs
Have a light weekend and share some smiles.
posted at: 15:30 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Let's end this week with a little levity. Check these sites for a smile:
This is why you're fat
Item Not As Described
CrapCo Corporate Advisor
Upside Down Dogs
Have a light weekend and share some smiles.
posted at: 15:30 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Mon, Sep 21 2009
Which room is the front room?
Earlier I heard someone refer to a living room as a front room. My parents also always called the living room the front room. And it was the literal front room of the house I grew up in. In the house I now live in, the living room used to be the front room, but we remodeled a few years ago. The living room is now at the rear of the house and the room that used to be the living room, which is still the front room, is now the dining room. So, should we call the current living room the back room? And is the former living room/current dining room still the front room? To further muck the issue, the former living room/front room, which is now the dining room/front room, has openings at both ends, permitting one to make a circular route from the former living room/front room/current dining room into the kitchen and on into the current living room/back room and then right back to the former living room/current dining room/front room. Oh, look. The internet connection is back up.
posted at: 08:32 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Earlier I heard someone refer to a living room as a front room. My parents also always called the living room the front room. And it was the literal front room of the house I grew up in. In the house I now live in, the living room used to be the front room, but we remodeled a few years ago. The living room is now at the rear of the house and the room that used to be the living room, which is still the front room, is now the dining room. So, should we call the current living room the back room? And is the former living room/current dining room still the front room? To further muck the issue, the former living room/front room, which is now the dining room/front room, has openings at both ends, permitting one to make a circular route from the former living room/front room/current dining room into the kitchen and on into the current living room/back room and then right back to the former living room/current dining room/front room. Oh, look. The internet connection is back up.
posted at: 08:32 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Fri, Sep 18 2009
Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated via Nigerian scam
Below is a portion of an Email I received today. Once I could stop laughing, I knew I had to share it here.
"We are obliged to inform you that after we have completed the process of releasing your funds to you, we now received a Death Certificate, certifying that you were dead according to one Mr. David Jones, who claims to be your representative, and he has requested that your funds should be transferred to a Swiss account he provided.
But however, due to the suspicious nature of his claims, we therefore decided to write you to know if really you were dead as said by the so called Mr. David Jones. So please if you were still alive, you should provide the following information for us to be sure.
1) Your full name
2) Your residential address
3) Your telephone number
4) Your occupation
Be notified that if we do not hear from you within the next 7 days, we shall assume you were dead."
There was more, but I have omitted those insignificant details. I'm thinking that this could be the start of a whole new life, now that I'm dead and all. I could escape to some little island and live like the locals, feasting on fresh fish and coconuts and making leis and exotic music CDs to sell to the tourists. I would deflect any tax inquiries to the Smith Kole (who claimed to send me the above Email) or to Mr. David Jones, who will apparently have had my fortunes transferred to that Swiss account. This is a great bit of fun with which to end the week. I'm still laughing. I hope you have as much humor in your Friday, good readers.
posted at: 13:09 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Below is a portion of an Email I received today. Once I could stop laughing, I knew I had to share it here.
"We are obliged to inform you that after we have completed the process of releasing your funds to you, we now received a Death Certificate, certifying that you were dead according to one Mr. David Jones, who claims to be your representative, and he has requested that your funds should be transferred to a Swiss account he provided.
But however, due to the suspicious nature of his claims, we therefore decided to write you to know if really you were dead as said by the so called Mr. David Jones. So please if you were still alive, you should provide the following information for us to be sure.
1) Your full name
2) Your residential address
3) Your telephone number
4) Your occupation
Be notified that if we do not hear from you within the next 7 days, we shall assume you were dead."
There was more, but I have omitted those insignificant details. I'm thinking that this could be the start of a whole new life, now that I'm dead and all. I could escape to some little island and live like the locals, feasting on fresh fish and coconuts and making leis and exotic music CDs to sell to the tourists. I would deflect any tax inquiries to the Smith Kole (who claimed to send me the above Email) or to Mr. David Jones, who will apparently have had my fortunes transferred to that Swiss account. This is a great bit of fun with which to end the week. I'm still laughing. I hope you have as much humor in your Friday, good readers.
posted at: 13:09 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Wed, Jul 22 2009
ADD and me. And you.
Some days I feel almost as though I have ADD. I've never been diagnosed with ADD, but some days there are so many things on the to-do list that I end up giving a little attention to a lot of things, rather than giving a lot of attention to a few things. I rattled off a list of current projects to someone a few weeks ago and watched their eyes widen. They told me that they'd never be able to handle that many things at once and that they were a one-thing-at-a-time kind of person. While this sounds plausible, I caught them about three minutes later talking, planning a trip, eating and watching a man cross a parking lot, all at the same time. I didn't point it out to them because I knew they would have denied it, but they were definitely multi-tasking. It's just that they were doing it quietly and that their processes were showing in more reflective ways, while the multi-tasking I do often involves more physical action.
There are certain things I do not do well with other things. Cooking, for instance. I can't chop vegetables and chew at the same time. I can't pay bills and sing at the same time. My range tends to run to the type of work that involves starting simmering soup, starting a load of laundry, having lunch and catching up on Twitter posts at the same time.
Some days are just fragmented, when tasks build up and I find myself unable to finish any one of them without starting three more. And then I end up staring out the window for twenty minutes and wondering where the time went. I think this must be some form of ADD, though I do not have a medical background and have no medical basis for calling it ADD. Perhaps it's age-related ADD, though I'd been given to think that as one ages tasks became slower and concentration tends to funnel into simpler tasks. This has not happened for me and I have little hope of ever funneling my concentration into a whole day of, for instance, dusting. I mean no disrespect to those of you who deal with, or who have a family member suffering from, diagnosed ADD. I simply think that some of us have it whether we've been told so by a doctor or not. It's a condition we just live with, like broad-set eyes or big feet. There are more of you out there just like me. Just admit it. You'll feel better. And so will I. Now, where was I?
posted at: 12:46 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Some days I feel almost as though I have ADD. I've never been diagnosed with ADD, but some days there are so many things on the to-do list that I end up giving a little attention to a lot of things, rather than giving a lot of attention to a few things. I rattled off a list of current projects to someone a few weeks ago and watched their eyes widen. They told me that they'd never be able to handle that many things at once and that they were a one-thing-at-a-time kind of person. While this sounds plausible, I caught them about three minutes later talking, planning a trip, eating and watching a man cross a parking lot, all at the same time. I didn't point it out to them because I knew they would have denied it, but they were definitely multi-tasking. It's just that they were doing it quietly and that their processes were showing in more reflective ways, while the multi-tasking I do often involves more physical action.
There are certain things I do not do well with other things. Cooking, for instance. I can't chop vegetables and chew at the same time. I can't pay bills and sing at the same time. My range tends to run to the type of work that involves starting simmering soup, starting a load of laundry, having lunch and catching up on Twitter posts at the same time.
Some days are just fragmented, when tasks build up and I find myself unable to finish any one of them without starting three more. And then I end up staring out the window for twenty minutes and wondering where the time went. I think this must be some form of ADD, though I do not have a medical background and have no medical basis for calling it ADD. Perhaps it's age-related ADD, though I'd been given to think that as one ages tasks became slower and concentration tends to funnel into simpler tasks. This has not happened for me and I have little hope of ever funneling my concentration into a whole day of, for instance, dusting. I mean no disrespect to those of you who deal with, or who have a family member suffering from, diagnosed ADD. I simply think that some of us have it whether we've been told so by a doctor or not. It's a condition we just live with, like broad-set eyes or big feet. There are more of you out there just like me. Just admit it. You'll feel better. And so will I. Now, where was I?
posted at: 12:46 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Tue, Mar 10 2009
If it's Tuesday, this must be languor
Mondays are often much easier to make productive than Tuesdays for me. I'm sure it's partly psychological in nature, but it does seem that Tuesdays are full of things that don't fit in with other goals or objectives. It's not a beginning, it's not hump day, it's not the end of the work week and it's certainly not a weekend. Thursday has similar connotations, but it has a different feel to it, because it's after hump day and I know that the next day is the end of a traditional work week, so I'm using a sort of terrestrial tail wind to bluster me along.
I'm thinking of starting a file of things that I'll do only on Tuesdays, simply to alleviate the languor. Unfortunately, the first thing that comes to mind is retrieving trash cans from the curb after the collectors have come by to empty them. I'm hoping to think of a few more exciting tasks such as alphabetically organizing the spices or ironing the welcome mat.
posted at: 12:08 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Mondays are often much easier to make productive than Tuesdays for me. I'm sure it's partly psychological in nature, but it does seem that Tuesdays are full of things that don't fit in with other goals or objectives. It's not a beginning, it's not hump day, it's not the end of the work week and it's certainly not a weekend. Thursday has similar connotations, but it has a different feel to it, because it's after hump day and I know that the next day is the end of a traditional work week, so I'm using a sort of terrestrial tail wind to bluster me along.
I'm thinking of starting a file of things that I'll do only on Tuesdays, simply to alleviate the languor. Unfortunately, the first thing that comes to mind is retrieving trash cans from the curb after the collectors have come by to empty them. I'm hoping to think of a few more exciting tasks such as alphabetically organizing the spices or ironing the welcome mat.
posted at: 12:08 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
Tue, Feb 24 2009
Tiny isn't tiny
The jackalope lives! Well, almost. And it's not in our American Southwest, but in the UK, in the form of a hefty albino rabbit.
posted at: 07:15 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
The jackalope lives! Well, almost. And it's not in our American Southwest, but in the UK, in the form of a hefty albino rabbit.
posted at: 07:15 | category: /Playing | link to this entry
