My co-author and I have spent many days, nights, and weekends fighting our way through Downton Abbey. I originally began watching it years ago when it first aired on PBS. (I didn’t have cable at the time – and still rarely watch anything besides sports.) When I met Chanel she opened my eyes to the wonderful world of books and TV shows. I’ve always loved to read but was told, at times, that it was a “waste unless you were bettering yourself”. Now, I argue you can learn something from almost each one you pick up!
I’m right behind my co author today in talking about tough situations. In this politically charged world we live in, there are certain topics people just don’t want to talk about. Today I’m going to briefly touch upon one of those topics and my personal feelings. As a disclaimer, I don’t mean to make anyone upset but if I do, I’m sorry in advanced.
Life has been a little crazy for me lately. One friend told me she’s getting a divorce (yay!), we went to a funeral, and another friend just told me she thinks her husband’s cheating. Here’s the thing: he wasn’t…and she has. I’m her BFF, was her MOH, have spent more nights out partying with her than I care to admit, and I told her she should’ ve never gotten married.
If we were having tea (or coffee if that’s what you prefer) right now, I would tell you all about how much I love this Beauty and the Beast reboot!
Last night I saw the film for the second time and I absolutely can’t get enough. I usually hate remakes, especially Disney remakes. Somehow they always fall short for me. I watched Snow White and the Huntsmen and then regretted that. I didn’t bother watching Cinderella and I was hesitant to watch The Jungle Book. However, Now that it’s on Netflix, I may just give it a chance because everyone I know who’s seen it says it’s really good. There’s actually a live action version of Jungle Book that was made in 1994. That was actually a great remake even though it’s not widely known. I am not a huge fan of clay animation. Sounds weird right? Toy Story was decent but not really watch over and over again type of film for me. The two exceptions to the clay animation genre is Finding Nemo and Kubo and the Two Strings (not Disney but still).
I was driving home from work one day a few weeks back and I usually decide between taking the back roads or the highway. I take 3 different interstates to get home; 422 to 271 to 8. On average, 422 never has traffic no matter what time of day I drive it. 8 usually has no traffic as well. Sandwiched in between the 2 is 271 that almost always has traffic in the morning and at 5pm. The only time I can expect no traffic is around holidays or if kids are out of school. All of sudden the highways are free, open roads and I can drive like a normal human (maybe speed a little, ssshh).
I went into this post thinking I knew what I was going to write. Then I went back and reread my inspiration email and realized I must have read something completely different. The post today is supposed to talk about what you do when you’re not writing. For anyone who’s read my posts so far, you already know. I read when I’m not writing or working or any number of adulting activities. Today I’d rather talk about a friend who has triggered me to write today and ironically enough it has to deal with the daily prompt. If you ever need daily inspiration, that’s a great place to start; writing a prompt around a word.
Dear person driving in front of me,
I get it. I do. We both have places to be. I’m trying to go to work and you’re trying to go wherever. That doesn’t matter to me. What does matter is how often you are hitting your brakes. I just don’t understand. I can see the road ahead of you for miles. What are you braking for??? You have to understand. I drive manual transmission and I have to shift gears to accommodate your unbelievable driving skills. I promise it’s driving me crazy.
I have people who look at my hands all day. …from showing customers products to typing in their account information, they’re always looking. I used to be a nail biter and my mom hated it. Even now, when I’m stressed or anxious I will peel or bite them. …and then it’s just a mess all around. You can’t paint bitten nails and have them look nice.
Let’s talk about Twitter.
My inspiration for today is supposed to come from specific Twitter posts. I’ll get to that eventually but first I want to talk about how I got into Twitter.
Back in the day, MySpace was the social media option of choice. I had MySpace. I didn’t use it very often because back in those days everyone was all about chat rooms (remember AIM?!). MySpace was this awesome piece of the internet that you could make as creative as you wanted. If you wanted a glitter page there was a theme for that. If you wanted the site to change every time you refreshed, there was a theme for that too. You could even set your favorite song to play when someone visited your site! It was kind of a blog, but not really. Everybody had these super long profile biographies that went into detail about every little thing in their life. So if you were perusing to try a pick up someone, chances are their MySpace profile told you everything you needed to know. From what I remember, there wasn’t really a type of news feed or status update type of system to see other people’s stuff. You had to physically go view(creep) and individual’s page every time.
Where do you write?
….asks my inspiration email. Currently, I am writing from my sofa. The room I’m in is addition off of our little cape. When were were house hunting we didn’t want a cape but we came across this one and fell in love. All the houses on our street, and really in this whole neighborhood, look the same. Little cookie cutter houses built by WWII soldiers so they had something to do and places to live. Ours is slightly different because of the addition. The room is an ugly beige color that I want to paint over but that my husband likes (😩). It’s really neat because it has these wooden beams going across the ceiling with storm window blocks lining each side of the beams. My cats like to chase the rainbow lights and shadows that appear on the a walls when it’s sunny out. The previous owners also installed a little, vintage wood burning stove on one side of the room.