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pjthompsonSurreality of the day: Learning a former boss of mine was targeted for assassination by Al Qaida. He was a jerk, but that seems extreme. I guess that's why they call those Al Qaida fellows extremists.
Exciting news of the day: My friend's husband was asked to be a judge at the Venice Film Festival in September. She gets to go to Italy!
Synchronicity of the day: I talked to my other friend today and she told me she did her annual summer solstice walk Saturday. She and her group walk from Pasadena, over the Santa Monica Mountains, and to the beach at Santa Monica—done every Saturday before the solstice if not the solstice itself. They do this in the spirit of pilgrimage, a way of breaking themselves out of the ordinary and commonplace, in the spirit of commitment. At the precise moment I was walking around Woodlawn taking pictures, she and her group were walking past Woodlawn on their way to the beach. Neither of us knew the other was there.
Things I thought of blogging about today: About how much problem and reluctance I've had lately in getting my chapters started because I've got the "end-of-the-book-but-not-near-enough-to-the-end" sluggishness thing going now.
Why I didn't blog it: Although I felt like I'd have a problem, I had no idea how to start, could feel the resistance building in me to start chapter 23 today...I had no problem starting chapter 23. The first line popped right up and I was off. I wound up writing 1500 words—which is a pretty big daily bump for me. The Muse was being tricksy.
Typo of note: To hit the kind is not nothing.
Cliché du jour: as grim as death
Darling du jour: n/a - Nothing really lit my pipe today.
Exciting news of the day: My friend's husband was asked to be a judge at the Venice Film Festival in September. She gets to go to Italy!
Synchronicity of the day: I talked to my other friend today and she told me she did her annual summer solstice walk Saturday. She and her group walk from Pasadena, over the Santa Monica Mountains, and to the beach at Santa Monica—done every Saturday before the solstice if not the solstice itself. They do this in the spirit of pilgrimage, a way of breaking themselves out of the ordinary and commonplace, in the spirit of commitment. At the precise moment I was walking around Woodlawn taking pictures, she and her group were walking past Woodlawn on their way to the beach. Neither of us knew the other was there.
Things I thought of blogging about today: About how much problem and reluctance I've had lately in getting my chapters started because I've got the "end-of-the-book-but-not-near-enough-to-the-end" sluggishness thing going now.
Why I didn't blog it: Although I felt like I'd have a problem, I had no idea how to start, could feel the resistance building in me to start chapter 23 today...I had no problem starting chapter 23. The first line popped right up and I was off. I wound up writing 1500 words—which is a pretty big daily bump for me. The Muse was being tricksy.
Typo of note: To hit the kind is not nothing.
Cliché du jour: as grim as death
Darling du jour: n/a - Nothing really lit my pipe today.