Remiss in my duties

I’m sorry that I haven’t made time to answer the comments that many of you have generously posted on my last few entries. It seems as if Real Life keeps intruding. The moment I get one fire stamped out, flames burst out of another corner of the room. I’ll be coming back to some of it as soon as possible.

My sister-in-law’s mother crossed the Veil yesterday, quite unexpectedly. (This is the mother of my husband’s brother’s wife–of course, my other sister-in-law’s mother would be my mother-in-law, who is already gone. How complicated everything seems.) We’re trying to figure out the best way to support them this weekend.

Before that, I had been trying to sort out some other stuff that I’ve been shoving aside. Got some of it done–yay me.

I also joined the 2011 In Photos FLICKR group (a total copycat from green_knight, who joined and journaled about it) and have been trying to keep up with that. Everyone is posting snow pix, and we do have some leftover snow, but nothing as interesting as their stuff. “Tired of myself and tired of this town,” I think. It’s tough finding anything different to photograph around here. I’m just not SEEING it. That’s the point of joining the group–maybe I can start re-imaging the same old things.

Advertisements

Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s