This is exactly how I feel right now. Full disclosure, this is a re-post from about a year ago. Test season is here. #teacherlife #writerslife
PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand
“So, if the place is decrepit and unsafe, why does Henry still live here?”
“He runs the fuel station beside it. Sells bait out of this window and sorta stopped keeping the place up when his wife died.”
Bingham squinted. Too bad Jones would be retiring soon. Bingham still had a lot to learn.
Just then, Henry opened up his bait window. “Oh, it’s you guys.”
“Mind if we come in?” Jones gestured.
Bingham felt nervous. Suddenly, jazz music started playing upstairs.
“Gotta go.” Bingham slammed the window shut.
“His wife loves jazz.”
“His deceased wife?”
“Small Town Vibes,” (c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2018
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Welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/ The weather is quite mild today, but I’m still enjoying a mug of hot coffee!
This week has been another intense one. I worked on editing three nights this week, and the days have been: work, work, work, crunch numbers, target instruction, plan, plan, plan. I stayed late Friday and I am ready for the week! Can you believe the season of Lent is almost here? Time is flying, and I feel short-changed, because I did not get to yoga last week. Trust me, I will this coming week! There was not much time for the blog, but I’ve started a new series about books that are not so well-known, but well worth the read. Visit Installment One here: Books You May Not Know Of… I’ve also been taking care of myself. It almost feels like indulgence, but I’ve been working hard and I deserve it. Really, I’ve just decided to do some basic things that I deserve.
One of those is the pedicure. It has probably been two months. The nicer weather may bring opportunities for sandals, so I got the pedicure yesterday. This was after I had lunch with an old friend I hadn’t seen in 6 months or more. She is such a supportive person; she also works in education but she has other dreams and she is working on them. She can be quite an inspiration. I gave her my short paperback, From Lost to Loved, the imagined tale of my dog’s early life. She is an animal lover and adores her cat like I do my dog; she was ecstatic about the book, so I am so glad I did it. She gave me some social media ideas! This leads in to the new Instagram for my dog: Bixby Fluffikins Canepa! Follow him at bixby_fluffikins
The boyfriend and I went to an art show last night to see a work of art by a friend of mine from church. She is new to the art scene. It was great to see her enthusiasm and her post-modern piece. We did not stay out late, but it was something different to do. I cannot believe how much I packed into this weekend already. Yesterday morning I was finishing up work things I know I won’t get to on Monday. Then, I happened to check e-mail and see I got my DNA report back from Ancestry DNA. I just have to say, it’s fascinating! Since I had a hard time inserting the whole picture, the breakdown is:
…But you ought to try!
Okay, I’ll be honest, I read Dogrun by Arthur Nersesian 17 years ago. I was going through a break up and a re-evaluation of my life. The main character goes through a sort if breakup, well, to be honest, her boyfriend dies. She has to re-evaluate her life. In addition, she has to look for a job and navigate the world of dating, during which she gets set up with a guy who has a foot fetish.
At any rate, the way she becomes single again is sort of dark and odd, but it had been a bad relationship. She has a dog (which is awesome), and she lives in New York, hence, the need for a dog run. If you enjoy laughing at things you shouldn’t laugh at and identify with characters whose lives seem like one screw up after another, you’ll like Dogrun. It’s sort of a Bridget Jones mixed with Bernadette Peters’ in the movie “Slaves of New York.” It was published by MTV books, but I looked it up recently and it seems to have gotten another publisher. Now, go find your copy and get ready to laugh from a dark, twisted side of you!
You can find this book at https://www.amazon.com/Dogrun-Arthur-Nersesian-ebook/dp/B003N3TUAM in Kindle or paperback. It is not appropriate for kids under sixteen.
The subject of this book came up in a conversation with my boyfriend. To make a long story short, I have loaned him the book because I thought it fit right in with his sense of humor. Then, I got the idea for this post. I picked this book up because of the blurb and the MTV books on the back (which is probably now defunct) and did not regret it. After getting a Kindle in 2012, I started reading many of those books Amazon recommends, and I’ve been rewarded for that choice about 80% of the time. There is beauty in choosing to read a book that everyone else may not have heard of yet. This is why I started this post series. I look forward to sharing more books with you!
Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/ I like completing this challenge weekly, if at all possible. It helps me to check the gauge somewhat, and process where I am in my writing and life journey. I apologize for the stressed tone in the first few paragraphs; there is relief if you read through, I promise!
I am sad to say I didn’t write much this week, except for a flash fiction at the start of the week based on a photo prompt. What came out was sad and maybe a little bit touching. You may find it here: Flawed Magic Men You know, it’s disillusioning when the faults of a a person you look up to as a small child become revealed little by little. I’ll have a cheerful story another week! Other than that, I’ve been so busy I can’t write, and I’ve only been able to read a little bit but not every night. Still, a manuscript of mine is in the hands of a beta-reader, so my words are making progress! I’ll be happy for that.
The aforementioned state of being busy was due to work, of course. I’ve grumbled about the state of education already as of late, but I’ll just say I had a suggestion on how to do things. I tried to plan it to make it work, and my plans were great, but I ended up working until 6:20 one day. Getting home at 7 p.m. is just no good. Seriously, I go to bed at 10 p.m.! I still brought paperwork home and dealt with some of that while eating dinner. Yikes! It was quite frustrating. I felt so behind on the paperwork because I took a day off Wednesday. That day was great, in the morning. I did a lot of social media and planning for my author strategy. Rarely do I get to do that. However, the afternoon was spent at the dentist, which gets my shoulders in a knot. Never a good thing.
So, my mother sent me today to go to a flotation tank type spa. Escape! My body gets very tense with the events of my day and week. Letting the words flow when I get home is great for my mind, but still may overuse the wrist, arm, bicep, etc. My lifestyle is demanding in this way. Though I have to remember to skip coffee next time, I did lose track of time and my body loved floating. I felt like a mermaid! I definitely came out of there with much less tension in my joints or worry on my mind. I will certainly go again, just to see what it’s like with the door closed! Baby steps….
So, the moral of today’s post, is “I shall rise.” Have a great weekend, everyone!
Flawed Magic Men, (c) 2018 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
When I was little, if you told me Papa could catch the sunlight in his little hands, I’d believe it.
I believed it when he caught a firefly. I’d never seen one before. And then, he made the light disappear. Years later, I figured out why he was tugging at his sleeve.
“All gone!” He held up his hands. Nothing. I thought he was some kind of magician.
Truth be told, he really could make the light disappear. He said something to make Grandma cry so bad one time. It was like he sucked the light out of her soul.
Mom just said he had too much to drink. When I looked at her questioningly, she answered, “Sick juice.” Those were the words for the drink left on the coffee table that I shouldn’t touch.
Several times, it did make Papa really sick. I’ll never touch the sick juice. It seems even magic men have a flaw. Sick juice was Papa’s Kryptonite.
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Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share hosted by Allison at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/ wherein I debate whether I really need a pep talk or a planned timeout this weekend.
Yeah, you may have guessed; I’m tired. I work for an organization that educates children but seems to test them more than we educate them. I don’t believe in the way we do things, but I follow directions well. Testing season is upon us. I will not dwell on it anymore, but I will add that there are many days I love to be in that room with that sea of facing, many of them smiling because they love being silly, and a few of them are even laughing or responding to my jokes. 🙂
On the bright side, I made it to yoga this week for a class that was very relaxing, yet energizing. We got a great stretch. This is great because I woke up so sore that morning. Today I will likely take a walk with the dog. I also carved out two hours in the evenings to work on editing my upcoming sequel to Detours in Time. It is good that I have that on the side, and I’m working hard to always have the energy to fit the writing in, because I don’t have the energy to stay up past 10 p.m. these days. It is highly possible that the time change will bring more energy and ability to extend my schedule; it seemed to work last year. For today, I promise myself a walk with the dog, whether long or short, and a hot bath. I also know I need to go to the bank, but that is not a treat, just a necessity. There will also be reading time. If two hours this week sounds too scarce for the writing/editing, maybe it is. My day job is just so demanding lately, but I will do this. I still think I can get this book out over the summer, which is my plan, since I will be off and have time to promote it, contact bloggers and reviewers, write guest posts, etc.
At any rate, there are lots of times I give myself a pep talk. A writer friend named Jonas posted an idea called Letters to Myself a month or so ago. I joined in. Below is an extension of a Facebook challenge: what two words would you say to your younger self. My words are, “You Can.” It is also a #lettertomyself, and it still rings true today. I write because I can.
You can……. Oh yes, you can. Girl, get on up there and show ’em you can. You can say what you mean. You are allowed an opinion and it doesn’t have to agree with all the others. You can do what you set your mind to. You can do things because YOU want to and you will still be loved even if you slip up. You can. Paint those walls. Run those bases and skin your knees. Dance that dance and fall on your butt and get back up because they will still love you and be proud of you. And if they don’t, you love yourself and one day, someone else will love you for that. Love yourself because you can. Do something silly. You will still be loved and you will love doing it. Do it because you can.
I’ll end my Weekend Coffee Share on that note. I hope that you all have a great week! Visit the Weekend Coffee Share to read others’ posts and/or enter yours by clicking the blue Inlinkz button at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/2018/01/26/weekendcoffeeshare-empty-weekend/