Boo, Y’all, It’s October!

black-and-white-blur-close-up-237205I do not understand how it can be October already.

I mean, I understand how the days of the year work, divided into months, starting with January, then February, and so on and so on but wasn’t I just hanging out at the beach yesterday? And the week before that…wasn’t I singing for Easter? Just last month, I was thinking about what I’d like to accomplish this year around the old homestead. Now here it is October and when I took a look at that list I made (Seriously, it seemed like just last month), well…the less said about that, the better.

Okay, that’s not quite true. I had a whole lot to say about it over at The Muffin today in “The October Checklist (Or EEEKS! It’s Getting Scary Now!)”. Mostly, I shared my plan about how I deal with accomplishing a whole list of goals when there’s not much time left to do ’em.

Or technically, not accomplishing goals when time’s running out. See, I am all about prioritizing so basically, when I have a whole list of things to do, I toss anything that’s not absolutely necessary. That way, I get my taxes paid and I leave the torn wallpaper for another day. And now that I think about it, that torn wallpaper has been tossed off the list for about two years. But at least I have a house so it’s all good.

Or it will be good. ‘Cause I’m off to mail my taxes right now. I may accomplish something else today, but frankly, after the check’s in the mail, everything else is gravy. I was going to work on the kitchen wallpaper project but that ripped paper ain’t go anywhere. I, on the other hand, have a sunny day and a good scary book.

Priorities, people. Happy October!

In the Spirit of Competition…

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Libs, ready for game day. (As you do if you live here.)

 

Youngest Junior Hall is hanging about here for a bit as he reorganizes his life goals (which mostly just means building up his bank account so he can move into his own place). And it’s not too terribly difficult sharing space again, but then he’ll forget and walk into the house when I’m watching some sporting event.

 

 

Me (yelling): HOW did you think that was a good idea, throwing a pass when Julio has seven guys guarding him?

John: Do you have to yell?

Me: Yes. How else is that coach gonna know what to do?

John: Oh, that’s right. I forgot you’re an expert on every sport.

Me: Well, maybe¬†not an expert. But I know enough not to throw–WHY DID THEY DO THE EXACT SAME THING??? (This is where I turn off the TV and leave the room.)

John (groaning): What is wrong with you?

Me (yelling from the kitchen): There is nothing wrong with me. This is how I watch football.

And baseball, and maybe even a tense golf match (though I’ll admit that there’s not as much yelling whilst watching golf.) It’s just that I’m a little competitive; I like to win. And I feel that my yelling in the privacy of my own home–to name just one of my many winning strategies–helps my team on to victory.

I have winning strategies when it comes to writing, too. And I’ve shared a few over at The Muffin today in “How to Win Contests (Or At Least an Honorable Mention)”. There’s no yelling, just pretty good advice for any writer, no matter what competition you choose to enter.

(But just an FYI here, the Falcons did win last night so who’s wrong now, John Hall?)

No Place Like Home

IMG_20190603_110723997_HDRI’ve been glued to the TV screen the last week, watching the track of Hurricane Dorian. As many of you who stop by here regularly know, I have a house that I share with family at Tybee Island, Georgia. And having a home on the coast is always an up and down experience. One minute, you’re basking oceanside, toes in the sand. The next minute, you’re looking for bags to fill with sand to keep the ocean out of your house.

But as scary as Hurricane Dorian has been, Tybee’s not my mostly home. My mostly home is far away, in the metro Atlanta area where it’s hot as blue blazes and safe from winds and flooding. So it’s heart-breaking to see all those people in the Bahamas, facing the devastation of their one-and-only homes. And to know that the Carolinas are facing dangerous winds and hurricane warnings as well.

Thank you to all who’ve reached out to me; know that I’m good, my island home is good, and I hope you’ll join with me to help all those who will be dealing with home hardship for many days to come.

It’s a weird twist that I wrote about Tybee in my latest post over at the Muffin. Technically, I wrote about forest-bathing, but on Tybee, it’s more like coastal bathing. The concept–getting away from it all and soaking up the therapeutic vibes of nature while meandering along–is the same, no matter where one chooses to roam.

I love forest bathing and I find that it’s conducive to the creative process. But sometimes, as in “Forest Bathing and a Really Good Idea”, the creative process works a bit too well. Until it doesn’t work at all and one crashes with the debris of a really great idea rattling around in one’s head.

I guess you’ll just have to read the post to make any sense of it all. Because honestly, I’ve watched WAY more TV than normal for me and I’m not sure I’m making much sense. But I am sure of one thing.

It’s true what they say. There’s no place like home.2017-02-03-08-37-49

A Little Writing Humor (And by a Little, I Mean a Lot)

christmas and tips 2011 026Generally, I’m a pretty humble person. (Though if you have to point out that you’re humble, are you?)

Anyway, I think it’s amazing how I can so often find connections between my family unit and writing. ‘Course, others may not say this is such an amazing feat. Others may actually say this is just plain lazy. As in, “Cathy, how come you keep mining your own dang kids for blog posts?”

And to that I say, “There’s gold in them thar Halls!”

Hahahahahaha! It’s also probably poor taste to laugh at your own jokes. But I think we’ve already established that I have some questionable traits. On the other hand, I have written a (mostly) true and (somewhat) inspiring post that involves Junior Halls and writing. I hope you have a minute to read “Writing in the Beginning (The First-Born Child)” over at the Muffin. But if I’m being honest, you can always catch something about writing and the Halls some other time.

Probably in September. When I’ll head for the Halls for the next idea. (Hahahahaha! That was a good ‘un, too, right?)

Who Can Think In This Heat?

daylight-landscape-reflection-1209610And just like that, it’s August and shelves are ransacked of glue sticks, pencils, Kleenex, and individual snacks (though the fruit cups are always the last to go, aren’t they?). It’s like an army of kid-sized locusts have swarmed through all the stores and that’s how I know school’s started.

The Junior Halls have long since left their school days behind but there’s a part of me that I suspect will always be on school-time, following that back-to-school calendar and all its holidays/vacations. It’s hard-wired into my system.

But what’s also hard-wired into my system is that August is still vacation, especially the first two weeks of this month of sweltering heat. I went back to school after Labor Day, lo those many years ago; my kids went back to school in late August. And I’m pretty sure I know why: it’s too darn hot to think when it’s 89 but feels like 102.

The brain cannot function when it’s that hot and I have science on my side here. At my Tybee Island spot, the heat pump can’t keep the house cool. Yesterday, it was 84 around suppertime. EIGHTY-FOUR. I had to write a post for The Muffin and thank goodness, I tackled it in the morning before my brain turned to complete mush.

Except! Except I had to think up something the day before and it was also exceedingly warm in my house so I could only come up with short, little topics. Thus we have a. scientific proof re: my heat-affecting-thinking theory and b. “Writing Shorts” over at the Muffin today.

I feel like it’s pretty decent writing stuff, August and heat and brain mush considered. But it might help if you set your expectations accordingly (for both my post and the poor kidders and teachers).