I don’t have one particular quote or mantra that informs my life. I’m a well of words, a consequence of a lifetime spent deep in books, but they swim about most chaotically, and I’m not the best at dropping the appropriate bot mot at the most effective time. I’m more about l’esprit de l’escalier. I could carry about one of my many quotation collection books, … Continue reading Happiness is an apropos quote.
I keep meaning to do things – write, vacuum, connect – but meaning to do things, and actually doing said things are very different animals. I accomplish much in my head, but not much in the real world of late. Productivity is down across the board. All departments are experiencing contractions, save one. Chocolate consumption is up. Chocolate bar consumption is actually way up, and … Continue reading Momentum drives motivation.
I don’t have writer’s block. I have a life block. Nothing feels quite right with me of late, and I don’t feel particularly present, either. Everything feels a little bit skewed and off-kilter. Part of this is timing – November is not my favourite month. It’s not the dark and dreary cold dampness, though that’s not thrilling either. It’s memories. The body remembers trauma, and … Continue reading Feeling Wordsworth, an off-the-cuff joint.
It’s hard coming up with clever titles for repetitious offerings, not that I’ve ever been queen of the title. I’m the opposite of good with them, at least on a technical level. I don’t want to talk about capitalizations. And content is so subjective. In addition to culling the vast quantity of desktop memes I’ve saved lo these many years, I’m attempting to reduced the … Continue reading And then there were memes.
From Famine to Feast 