I’ve strayed from my essence.
Have you ever done that?
It all became clear; it all got brought right back – smack in my face – with this particular comment from a PR person who liked a review I’d written…
“I love your particular writing style (your voice is very casual and personable)”
…and that lovely and very unexpected compliment stopped me in my tracks.
Isn’t writing, after all, the raison d’être?
The WHY of why I’m doing this?
I mean, blogging, ya know?
I’ve been sidetracked.
I’ve been petty.
It isn’t to attract FRIENDS or FOLLOWERS or LIKES or pennies that dribble in from time to time – it’s the WRITING.
Screaming in the darkness of the void of humanity.
Or something like that.
I thanked the giver of the the compliment – it arrived at the perfect moment.
Probably nothing, ‘cos I hold title to being the world’s biggest procrastinator. Those three books with titles and about 500 words each — I look at them from time to time and…and then I go shopping.
However. Even without my tugboat man home to fill my days – and nights – it was an awesome weekend.
I had my first photography lesson on Saturday. A whole new world has been revealed to me: Fstops, aperture, shutter speeds, ISO, rules of three — it was like being back in kindergarten and only knowing a few words but wanting to read all the books in the whole world.
After the class, I met a friend and we made calls on behalf of a local politician running for office who promises to eradicate stores that sells puppies from mills and factories.
Sunday was full of old school, pre-internet technology activities.
I washed all the bedding, turned the mattress (does anybody even DO that anymore?).
Laundered, ironed, and rehung curtains.
Re-organized the laundry room. Our laundry room is on the top level (third floor) of our tri-level home, and it’s packed to the rafters with shelving in addition to a washer and dryer.
Now it’s all clean and orderly.
I used my mini/handheld steam cleaner and made the showers happy and hard water deposit-free.
I washed windows. And screens.
Sunday 9:00 p.m.
The only sounds are the tick tock of a seashell clock and the gurgling of our pond’s waterfall in the backyard.
It’s warm outside and the patio doors are wide open. There’s not much breeze but there’s a lot of quiet.
I ate junk food.
I drank wine.
But full of happy.
Wishing you some happy, too!