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Musings
It's so odd writing again for characters I first created 5 novels ago (Jeremy, Susan, Carmina, Maff from Blood Geek). Kind of like meeting up with old friends you haven't talked to in 20 years. You kind of know them, but you kind of don't, and it's partially getting to know them all over again but with this strange deja vu.
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Oh, criminy! The December 19 Democratic debate is going to be held about two blocks from here, at Loyola Marymount instead of UCLA. Looks like I don't leave the house that day.
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The Lao Tzu quote I used for the November 8 random quote of the day is so ubiquitous that it appears on t-shirts and coffee mugs, but I couldn't verify that he actually said it. I don't normally like to use quotes I can't verify because there's already too much of that on the internet. And I try to avoid ubiquitous quotes altogether, because generally the more ubiquitous they are, the less likely they are to be an accurate attribution. But when I pulled this one out of my random quote file yesterday shortly after posting about learning to live with limitations on Twitter, I thought, "Okay, Universe, I get the message." I felt I had to use it. So, "attributed to Lao Tzu" and adding to its ubiquitousness. (Any time I use "attributed to" it means I couldn't verify the authenticity of the attribution but decided to use the quote anyway.)
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An interesting article on art and arthritis:
https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2019-07-26/art-arthritis-aging
We overcome what we must. I'm kind of in a place now where I've said to myself, "You can either limit yourself because of your legs [arthritis] or do what you are able to and not make excuses." This is almost a daily argument I have with myself.
I think I finally turned the corner there (and I really am so much better off than so many others). I'm still limited but trying not to limit myself. It's tough not to give in to despair and self-pity sometimes, though, when you can't do things like you used to do. But that accomplishes nothing. The lady in the arthritis article come through it, too, after a requisite period of mourning.
Losing my eyesight would be utter devastation. I think of what it did to my mom. Her stroke left her with severe vision impairment and she'd been a visual artist all her life. But she never gave up, not until maybe the last six months of her life when other things started to take their toll.
I fear sight loss, too. But that's a fear for another day, and not part of my current objective reality. We have to deal with what's on our plate right now, and keep digging deep to find the resources to continue in some way to be who we truly are.
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If I had an RV, I'd call my RV Maria.
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Yoiks. So many talking heads in the chapter I’ve been working on, and characters standing around frozen until it's their turn to talk. I look forward to the rewrites. A very long scene, and possibly told from the wrong POV, but talking heads are easy to write when you’re trying to get through a lot of information. Not so much interesting to read, though. I still look forward to the rewrites.
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People love to hate, and they love dancing around in their underwear feeling superior to everyone else.
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Here’s another interesting article: “Ancestor Worship with Mother Nature: How Indigenous Death Rituals Illuminate the Web of Life” by Maria Popova:
https://www.brainpickings.org/2019/08/27/david-abram-the-spell-of-the-sensuous-death/
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The worst earworms are ones that play in your sleep and every time you wake up the tune starts up. Or is that just me? For a week, every time I woke up “My Darling Clementine” started playing in my head. I finally had to unleash extreme countermeasures by singing "Brandy" to myself until that replaced it. Lately, they have improved considerably. “Brandy” was replaced by “Look At Me,” which is heavy rotation on a VW commercial right now, then “Ave Maria,” also in heavy commercial rotation (Amazon). But that has now been replaced by Leonard Cohen's “Anthem” which is not in a commercial but a gift from the gods. A much classier run of earworms.
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Oh, criminy! The December 19 Democratic debate is going to be held about two blocks from here, at Loyola Marymount instead of UCLA. Looks like I don't leave the house that day.
*
The Lao Tzu quote I used for the November 8 random quote of the day is so ubiquitous that it appears on t-shirts and coffee mugs, but I couldn't verify that he actually said it. I don't normally like to use quotes I can't verify because there's already too much of that on the internet. And I try to avoid ubiquitous quotes altogether, because generally the more ubiquitous they are, the less likely they are to be an accurate attribution. But when I pulled this one out of my random quote file yesterday shortly after posting about learning to live with limitations on Twitter, I thought, "Okay, Universe, I get the message." I felt I had to use it. So, "attributed to Lao Tzu" and adding to its ubiquitousness. (Any time I use "attributed to" it means I couldn't verify the authenticity of the attribution but decided to use the quote anyway.)
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An interesting article on art and arthritis:
https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2019-07-26/art-arthritis-aging
We overcome what we must. I'm kind of in a place now where I've said to myself, "You can either limit yourself because of your legs [arthritis] or do what you are able to and not make excuses." This is almost a daily argument I have with myself.
I think I finally turned the corner there (and I really am so much better off than so many others). I'm still limited but trying not to limit myself. It's tough not to give in to despair and self-pity sometimes, though, when you can't do things like you used to do. But that accomplishes nothing. The lady in the arthritis article come through it, too, after a requisite period of mourning.
Losing my eyesight would be utter devastation. I think of what it did to my mom. Her stroke left her with severe vision impairment and she'd been a visual artist all her life. But she never gave up, not until maybe the last six months of her life when other things started to take their toll.
I fear sight loss, too. But that's a fear for another day, and not part of my current objective reality. We have to deal with what's on our plate right now, and keep digging deep to find the resources to continue in some way to be who we truly are.
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If I had an RV, I'd call my RV Maria.
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Yoiks. So many talking heads in the chapter I’ve been working on, and characters standing around frozen until it's their turn to talk. I look forward to the rewrites. A very long scene, and possibly told from the wrong POV, but talking heads are easy to write when you’re trying to get through a lot of information. Not so much interesting to read, though. I still look forward to the rewrites.
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People love to hate, and they love dancing around in their underwear feeling superior to everyone else.
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Here’s another interesting article: “Ancestor Worship with Mother Nature: How Indigenous Death Rituals Illuminate the Web of Life” by Maria Popova:
https://www.brainpickings.org/2019/08/27/david-abram-the-spell-of-the-sensuous-death/
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The worst earworms are ones that play in your sleep and every time you wake up the tune starts up. Or is that just me? For a week, every time I woke up “My Darling Clementine” started playing in my head. I finally had to unleash extreme countermeasures by singing "Brandy" to myself until that replaced it. Lately, they have improved considerably. “Brandy” was replaced by “Look At Me,” which is heavy rotation on a VW commercial right now, then “Ave Maria,” also in heavy commercial rotation (Amazon). But that has now been replaced by Leonard Cohen's “Anthem” which is not in a commercial but a gift from the gods. A much classier run of earworms.
