Is it something in the air? The change of seasons? A change in pursuit or passion or priority?
All of the above?
I notice I’m not the only blogger whose posting frequency has dwindled or come to a screeching halt. I didn’t expect my ‘break’ to last this long, but whether it’s because of family time, more physical activities, signing up for (too many) classes, a change in my writing priorities or simply grasping every last moment enjoying multi-colored trees while October sun warms my face, I cannot summon the will to blog.
Right now, anyway.
My ‘Annie Project’ has led me down an unexpectedly enjoyable reading, research and mapping path. I have chosen to forego my blogging time in order to immerse myself without distractions. At least until I figure out where I’m headed. Once I know, you’ll know, too!
Withdrawing during difficult times is my lifelong pattern. Withdrawing during the best of times is not my norm. It feels right for this endeavor.
Please, don’t all of you do likewise! Reading your blogs remains a highlight every day.
Language has historically been a written and audio tool to distinguish social classes. Authors and playwrights – think Dickens, Shakespeare and Moliere – used malapropisms in dialogue when those from a lower class wished to appear educated while speaking to a higher-up. Their attempts to use proper words and grammar often resulted in a mangled phrase or two. (more…)
It was 2am one wintry February night and I was playing with a photo app. Little did I know when I stuffed my ‘fun house-ish’ doors in my virtual photo folder, they’d come in handy for Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors.
Thumbing through Robert Alden Rubin’s going to hell in a hen basket malapropism dictionary for an appropriate D phrase, I came upon ‘doggy-dog’. (more…)
This massive, expanding thunderhead is representative of what passed overhead throughout the months of May, June and July when daily afternoon rains kept our foothills green far longer than normal. (more…)