Currently Listening To: The Lucky One by Alison Krauss & Union Station
Best Lines I Read This Week: I have to cross my eyes every time I read a blog or Facebook from an author who has words literally pouring out of them every day. Keep that bragging to yourself, selfish writer hussies! - from the hilarious blog of Jenny B. Jones
Watched Harry Potter with Dad this weekend. He calls the villain "Baldemore". Also, he calls a Port Key a "Porky". Nevertheless, he seems to be into it :) Azkaban was the one that hooked him. Azkaban was the book that hooked me too. It's still my favorite book in the series. I think it's my favorite movie so far. I liked the way Order of the Phoenix looked but I thought Doloris Umbridge had too much screen time. Sirius Black can never have enough screen time. Isn't it odd that Sirius Black is also the commissioner on Batman?! Does NOT look like the same person to me. Just another week until Half Blood Prince ...
I'm not into Facebook. Still, it's there. I'm trying to make peace with it. I may not enjoy facebooking ... but guess what I do like? Flair. Most people use Facebook to see what their friends are doing, and that's all well and good. I like Facebook because Facebook has Flair. Since my best friend and I have discovered Flair, we mostly send it to each other at random intervals all day long. Then, during Insomnia Fest, I got super creative and made some flair for Paperdoll. Behold the cute:
:) If you want to stick it on your flair board, just enter Paperdoll in the search and you'll find it. All the cool kids are doing it**.
I'm not into ants. I never eat in my bedroom because I don't want bugs up in here. (The no-food-zone doesn't exist in the rest of the chateau, however. Every piece of furniture, besides bedroom furniture, has potential dual functionality as a table.) And yet, I've flicked three ants off my bed in the past few days. I know ants are harmless and tiny, but a certain psychosis sets in when one crawls on me. Once I see an ant, I feel like they're crawling all over me all the time. (Does that make me crazy?***) Remember the urban legend about the spider hatching eggs in the woman's ear? I think somehow that registered in my psyche and so I can't make peace with the ants. I do appreciate their place in the world. In the words of Junior Asparagus, "Little guys can do big things too!" But the ants must leave. My bed cannot become their comfy ant oasis.
I'm not into ducks. I think they're like rats with feathers. And yet. The other day I went walking in my neighborhood, looping down and around a little pond infested with them. As I was walking, I saw a little creature hobble toward me. It was so fat and wobbly, I wasn't sure what it was at first. Imagine my shock when I realized it was ... a duck. A cute, small, chubby duck. He wasn't a baby duck, but he was little. He didn't have a long neck like the other ducks either. He was squatty looking and just kicking up one webbed foot to walk seemed to take some major effort. "Huh," I said, as I passed the duck. "Cute."
The duck stopped. He turned around. And he started following me. I stopped walking and looked back. He stopped walking and looked up at me. So help me, even as the beast stalked me from behind, it was adorable. I walked again. He followed. We continued this process for some time. I'm glad he didn't follow me home, but I kind of like him. If I see him again, I'll take a pic. I bet you'll like him too. :)
So I'm not really into Facebook, ants, or ducks.
But I'm into fireworks. This year, Dad and I drove downtown to watch the fireworks in the park. There were hundreds of people in the park, and more people in boats out on the river. We stood on the bridge, along with more masses of happy locals. This was one conversation I overheard:
[A firetruck rumbles across the bridge, causing it to vibrate.]
Lady gripping the bridge: I hate it when this bridge does that. I hate thinking about how high I am right now.
The guy beside her: Oh, it's good when they shake like this. If they were too sturdy, they would just crumble. Like peanut brittle.
Lady says: Wow. Thanks for that.
The fireworks were excellent. There were two kinds I especially liked ... one looked like golden rain when it exploded. The other exploded into a flower. It looked like a sunflower. That isn't a great picture to the side, but it was the best I could do. (Usually, if I try to take pics of fireworks with my camera, they just look like flaming streamers.)
My town is surrounded by lots of mountains, and all the towns on top of the close mountains, and all the towns tucked into faraway mountains, were shooting fireworks too. The horizon looked like it was full of happy volcanoes. It was gorgeous, bright, and loud. When it ended, everybody in the park, and all the hundreds of people on the bridges, and the people on the boats in the river, cheered at the same time. Summer nights are made for that kind of thing :)
And I'm into words.
I decided to stay away from the computer for a few days. I wasn't going to work on anything. Just read. Just hang out. Just reload after writing so much last week.
But then I found an empty yellow notepad in my drawer****. I took it along to Starbucks today, just in case I got tired of reading.
I put the yellow notepad in front of me on the table. I thought it would be good to have it close. Just in case. I have an idea for a New It but I don't want to start anything else for awhile. The yellow notepad is just a security blanket. A desperate measure.
The flaw in this plan is obvious ... empty pages need stories.
I thought of one sentence that was really good. I wrote it down. Then I thought of a character trait I knew I should write down too ... just so I wouldn't forget it. Then I wrote out a very basic skeleton of a story. Made some quirky notes about the characters and setting ...
By the time I left, the empty yellow notebook wasn't empty anymore.
What's new with you this week?
* The White Witch in Narnia is named Jarvis, right? That's so funny to me. I think it sounds scarier in a British accent (when you say it like ... Jah-vus). It doesn't sound as scary when you say it with a southern accent. Nothing really does ...
** Pretty much just me and the two friends I sent it to ... but we're kinda cool :)
*** Does that make me cray-zeh?
**** The story of the yellow notebook is a good one. I'll put it on here sometime soon ...