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Today is…

Yesterday, I saw a tweet from a friend who is participating in a 30 day writing challenge. I thought it would be interesting and fun, so I signed up. I think I signed up too late in the day to receive the first day’s challenge email, so I’m starting today with the one I received today:

“If ‘the voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tracks,’ then it is more genuine to be present today than to recount yesterdays. How would you describe today using only one sentence? Tell today’s sentence to one other person. Repeat each day.”

It’s almost too easy.


Today is a delightful treat and a precious gift.

Prompts for the #Trust30 challenge can be found here

Fog on the pond

Fog on the pond, originally uploaded by The Single Rider.

Woke up Thursday to the first fog of the season. It took most of the morning to burn off. The greyness of the day reflected my mood – dental drama awaited me later in the day so I was not thrilled.

The last time I saw fog this thick was sometime in the spring. I was making a trek to the office up in Tampa and this sort of early morning gloom was prevalent all up I-75. The interstate travels through parts of Florida that are still just rural enough that we’ve got feed store commercials on the radio and cows pastured between our strip malls.

At o’dark-thirty that day, the interstate was banked by misty fields dotted with ghostly, legless cows; bizarre sight for a girl who grew up in the concrete jungle.

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Tools Of The Trade – Preparing for the Sanibel Writers Conference

So, have I mentioned that I am going to a writers conference on Sanibel? Four days of immersion in readings, lectures and writing workshops await me. Gary and Tootie are going to let me stay with them so I don’t have to "commute" each morning. This means an extra hour of sleep, which is a precious commodity these days, so their hospitality is much appreciated.

Here are my favorite implements of writing – a marble-covered composition book and a handful of blue ink Bic Stic medium ball point pens in the original "crystal" casing. And they all still have their caps. And none of them are chewed.

Yet! 😉

Years ago, when I was a child first learning to write, these marble-covered composition books came only in black. I have filled a few of the black ones in my time! In more recent years, the marble-covered composition book has become available in a wide array of colors. I’m quite taken with the blue ones; you really can’t expect different from a person blogging from the comfort of her blue suede sofa.

"Marble-covered composition book" is such an iconic phrase. In my mind, it’s right up there with "little red-haired girl" and "you bet your sweet bippy". Repeat these phrases to people of a certain era, and they know exactly what you’re talking about. Language can be a huge part of the shared cultural experience. That’s one of the things it has in common with music, the visual arts and food.

I’ve only just returned to my comfy little home after a long (10 days) stay in Orlando. It feels like a bit of a burden to be leaving again so soon but I am sure that once I get there, I will be happy that I signed up.

Stay tuned!

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