Meandering Thoughts (#13)

It is 7:30 pm, on Halloween, and I managed to finish this post. Sure, the laundry isn't done. I am a bit bloated from the candy. The image choice is uninspiring. And since I still have a load of candy to give away, I can't just shut down for the evening. So, I don't expect to get much else accomplished.

Yet, I have this blog post. 

So, for the moment, I am happy.

(Okay, I changed my mind. I am going to include a better image. I was looking for a tavern scene, because I mention one below. This one is more rowdy than the one I wrote about. And a lot more fun.)

A Brief Interlude (#15)

Around eleven this morning, I began typing up a blog post. That is very early for me. It should have been a cause for celebration. However, I abandoned the project, partly because I had an errand scheduled thirty minutes later that I could not avoid. But mostly because my heart really was not in it. Well, my heart was there, just the darker part. 

(I know I have used this image before, because, for some reason, I am fond of it.)

Confessions (#16)

Right now I am laughing. I managed to get this post done by 5 pm on a Sunday night, which is on the earlier side for me. If you read through to the end, you will understand why I think this is funny.

This is yet another weekly post on a blog I have managed to maintain for one-and-a-half years. Yes, I missed a week or two, here and there. But at one time I was putting up three posts a week. 

I have to believe each step is leading up to somewhere. Though, skipping a few would not be so bad, right? Maybe even taking the elevator a few times?

Sigh. Step by step, one flight of stairs at a time it is...

(I went searching for images of the "Nine Muses"-- I previously thought that there were just three. The classical versions were disappointing, and I could not find any modern versions. However, through this process, I did discover the artist John Everett Millais. Two of his paintings struck me. I could not decide which one to use. So, I am sharing both. Some day I will produce my own "Nine Muses", either in the form of a story, or a series of drawings. Perhaps both. )

 

On How I Became a Writer (Part 4)

This began as a short piece reflecting on a memorable experience that involved writing. At the start, I assumed I knew how I wanted to conclude it. However, as it unfolded, the substance of it darted off towards the horizon. I started running after. Unfortunately, this all happened at dusk. Now, under evening's darkness, the damn purpose has eluded me. 

So now this post has become a long backstory that ends abruptly--I am too exhausted to pursue it any further. 

(Also, I should be more careful about viewing documentaries about black holes.)

My apologies.

A Brief Interlude (#14)

This is not going to be a pleasant read. But I have studied history. As a result, I hold out hope for a better world. I will strive to act, and do my best to play my part with kindness, intelligence, compassion, and humility.

However, for the moment, despite my optimism, I cannot help but weep.

Thus tonight's post.

(I struggled between three images for this post. The first was way too dark, even for what I had written about. The other two were Norman Rockwell works. I considered his illustration, The Problem We All Live With, for its historical context. However, I thought Ruby Bridges deserved a better placement than today's post. Instead, I went with Breakfast Table Political Arguments. I think it aptly reflects the state of current political discourse. I some times feel like I am the child.)