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That’s Not Writing on Monstrous Monday

Now I remember why I so often have Monstrous Monday.  I am TIRED on Mondays!  And I want to make my blog post quickly and watch Dateline on OWN.

Nobody does. What am I complaining about?

All day at work today I thought about writing.  At least, throughout the day, off and on, I thought about writing.  I thought about writing my blog post.  I thought about writing the next murder mystery.  I thought about writing my next article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  I thought about writing a novel.  That last was more of a vague thought; for the others I actually formed words in my head I intended to put on paper.  However, as the writing books so helpfully point out, thinking about writing is not writing.

When it came time for break, the only thing I could manage was a few jottings in the food journal I am keeping this month.  I am writing down everything I eat, any exercise I get, and when I get a headache or feel light-headed.  I hope to do it for a month and look for patterns.  Being me, it is more likely that I will (a) forget to write things (b) lose the journal (c) get tired of the whole thing (d) start adding all kinds of commentary, thus obscuring the information and losing the purpose (e) any or all of the above.  But that is strictly by the way.  The point is: I am not writing enough.  Bad writer!  Get to work!

But… DATELINE!!!

Will I tear myself away from the television?  Will I continue to watch Dateline (full disclosure:  I have been giving it half an eye while I type this post) (as Truman Capote once said, this isn’t writing, it’s typing)?  Will I attempt to write WHILE watching Dateline?  A little uncertainty adds spice to my evening.  In the meantime, I think I need one more picture of a monster if this is to count as a Monstrous Monday.

 

“Are you going to write, or do I have to get tough?”

 

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Running Commentary, One Letter at a Time

Well, this is just swell.  I can’t get on WordPress on my laptop .  What’s that all about?  So here I sit on my Tablet  typing one letter at a time with the stylus,  occasionally benefiting from the anticipatory thingy.I really do not like posting this way.  Then again,  I meant to make a Running  Commentary post.  For once I am typing as slow as I run.  It! Could! Work!

Once again I did not want to run today.  I also felt that I did NOT want to run the Reindeer Run 5K in Little Falls Dec 8.  The run is part of the Christmas in Little Falls festivities,  which I similarly felt not in the mood for.  What’s that all about, me?  Finally I said to myself, “Just try.”

I put plastic bags over my socks inside my sneakers,  because it was quite wet and slushy.  As it turned out, I did not run through much wet.  I stayed in the road (left side, facing traffic, which is the right way to do it), which is not my favorite way to run.

Once I got started, my body didn’t feel too bad about moving.  I had promised myself I wouldn’t have to run more than 20 minutes.  Just a short run to keep my feet in (You know, like keeping one’s hand in, only it’s feet, because I’m running), in case I decide to run the Reindeer Run 5K after all.

As you may have guessed,  I am now leaning SLIGHTLY in the direction of running.  I’ll let you know.  And I’ll make a longer blog post, after I get my real keyboard back.  In the meantime , we’ll call this a Wuss-out Wednesday and drive on.

 

Lame Left Hand

I confess it has not been a good blogging week.  I don’t think I have had a real blog post since… OK, too lazy to go back and look.  And I don’t know how good this one will be, because my tennis elbow has been awful all day and it hurts like a sonofabitch to type. Pardon my French.  I’m trying to type with my left hnd only.  Oh dear.

I switched to my Tablet so I can go one letter at a time with the stylus.

This could take a while.

OK, I won’t!

I wanted to put in a graphic to pep things up and this bit of encouragement caught my eye. I confess I am quite fascinated by the whatdoyoucallit, that anticipates what you’re about to say .  That is one reason this is becoming a REALLY lame blog post .

Are you?

I thought yesterday I would use this picture today.

 

I might scream.

I thought I would look for a good Friday night movie, although we are currently watching Dateline.

Found this one right away.

OK, I’m getting REALLY tired of typing one letter at a time with the stylus (although the anticipatory thing just suggested “with the stylus ” all at once; that was pretty cool (under the heading It Takes  So Little To Please Some People)).

Oh hell, happy Friday , everyone.

 

That’s Writing AND Typing!

Earlier today I was talking to my sister Vicki, and she was saying how she and her husband were having difficulties with a new device that I confess would mystify me as well.

“Because we’re stupid,” she explained.

“You are not stupid,” I assured her. “You are OLD.”

I surmised that she would rather be stupid.  Be that as it may, here is my story about how today I was old, and Old School.

First, a confession.  I am usually last-minute with the murder mysteries I write, especially the conclusions. I am not going to try to explain it, much less justify it, but there it is.  I had the script typed into my laptop and emailed to my actors this morning (yes, I was last minute, or perhaps last hour for that).  I had to go to Basloe Library to print it out for a few of us.  The others were able to print their own.  I like to save the conclusion for the first rehearsal, to see if the actors are as mystified as I hope the audience will be.  In this case, I had not finished writing it.  Don’t judge me.

I had thought I would have it written by now and print it out at the library, perhaps making copies at Hummel’s Office Plus.  I am embarrassed to admit that I did not.  However, all was not lost.  I could finish it today, and type it into my desk top, which is still good for word processing purposes.  I just had to get a new cartridge for the printer and print out sufficient copies.  No problem.  I got Steven to get the cartridge out, and off I went to Hummel’s to say, “I need one of these.”

Did I mention that my desk top is kind of old?  They didn’t have the cartridge I needed.  The fellow I talked to thought they could order it and have it by Tuesday, which was too late for a Sunday rehearsal, and then he found out he couldn’t even get it.  I asked about typewriter ribbons, thinking of my minor collection of typewriters. They have cartridges for Brotherton electric typewriters and that was all.  Oh dear.

I tried Wal-Mart.  A nice man there looked on the shelf, although he was pretty sure they did not have it.  Indeed, they did not. He showed me a couple of printers I could purchase, ink included.  I could hook these up to my laptop, with or without wires.  That would be perfect! Alas, I am not beforehand enough with the world to just make a purchase like that.  Still, if all else failed, I could keep it in mind. After all, Wal-Mart is open all night, and I have a credit card.

Back home, I went up to the attic and looked for typewriters.  First I found several notebooks empty or mostly so.  Score!  I always need more notebooks.  Then I saw a really old one, but the ribbon was dry (I put a scrap of paper in and checked) (yes, my attic is quite messy and there was plenty of paper handy).  Ah, there was my electric typewriter, which did not look like a Brotherton.  I brought it downstairs anyways.  The ribbon was pretty sad.  No good.

I remembered seeing a Smith-Corona upstairs, such as my mother used to have many years ago.  I remembered buying it at a garage sale some time ago and purchasing a new ribbon for it.  It was some years ago, but maybe the ribbon was still good.  I brought it down.  No ribbon at all! I went up to the library (that is what we call one of the bedrooms that we put all our books in).  I had some idea that the ribbon might be there.  I don’t know why, but I looked.  There was another Smith-Corona typewriter!  I didn’t remember that I had two, but so I do.  And this one had a ribbon!

After ascertaining that the ribbon still had ink, I found that my fingers are no longer up to a manual typewriter.  In my defense, it was the 1980’s when I was in the habit of using one.  I took the ribbon out and put it into the electric typewriter.  I soon found that this typewriter had a lot more problems than needing a ribbon.  Never mind the fact that I didn’t put the ribbon in correctly and it kept slipping off the holders.  The “b” key stuck, the “t” didn’t work at all, this was a mess!  I couldn’t compose at this keyboard!

OK, I told myself. Just write out the conclusion, then worry about typing it.  If worse came to worse, I could just email it to everyone and beg those with printers to print out extra copies for us that needed them.  It turned out pretty easy to write, and fit in nicely with what came before.  Does that mean I should have just gone ahead and written it earlier, or that I needed to wait this long for it to be so good?  We’ll pretend it was the second.  I tried to type it up, dealing with the erratic ribbon and bad keys.  It did not go so well.  For one reason, the ribbon wasn’t moving along as it is supposed to, so I was typing everything on the same little bit of ink.

Finally I put the ribbon back on the machine I found it on and typed in that damn conclusion.  I kept making stupid typos, which I could not correct, being on a typewriter not a computer, but I persevered.  It actually got a little easier as I went.  I got it done in time to get back to Hummel’s to make copies. Woohoo!

Wow!  I am over 900 words!  What a post!  I hope you remember the reference in my headline.  Truman Capote famously said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.”  Well, Truman, sometimes you do both.

 

No, I’m Not Going to Act and Type!

I tried that before.  Shit happens, as we all know, then I don’t type at all. And as Truman Capote once said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.”

Where was I?  Ah yes, about to make an especially Lame Friday Post before I go back to either frantically chopping vegetables or thrusting my hot-flashing body into pantyhose (sorry if that gives you an unfortunate mental image)  (not real sorry) (OK, not sorry at all, ha ha on you!).  I’m thinking, this is actually a Flustered Friday post.  You’ll have that when you’re in a play.

And here they are: my acting friends!

Yes, I’ve shared this picture before.  It is one of my favorites.   I actually think it is kind of good I am so flustered, or I might begin to become melancholy.  This will be my last performance with a cast I have grown very fond of.  As I observed before in this space: not a stinker amongst them, and none of them seems to mind that I am kind of a stinker myself (not literally, mind you, it’s an EXPRESSION, don’t be so didactic!) (you know who you are).

As regular readers may remember, tonight LiFT Theatre Company will perform The Tempest at a dinner theatre at Herkimer Elks Lodge.  Who knew the Elks were so cultured?  They were a great audience last year for Much Ado About Nothing, so we have all been looking forward to this performance.  For another reason, it is indoors.  No worries about rain and it is just a little bit easier to make ourselves heard.

I have been saying my lines all day at work, sometimes to suitably impressed co-workers.  There is nothing to do now but get into costume and remember to breathe (which is not as easy as it may sound) (either one).  And hit Publish, because, lame as this may be, it is my Friday post. Have a wonderful evening, everyone.

 

 

I Didn’t Act and Type

So yesterday before our play, I just felt I could not write a post.  I thought to myself, “That’s OK.  Sometimes on a Saturday, I drink and type.  Today I’ll act and type!”  That was my plan, and it was a good one (it has been a saying of mine since army basic training: “That’s my plan and I think it’s a good one.”).  Except I didn’t come right home after the play.  I went to a lady’s house.  I drank wine.  I knew I wasn’t driving, and that was good, because I put the seat back and slept part of the way home.  That may have been awkward had I been driving.

The show went wonderfully.  That is, The Tempest by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, in Caroga Lake, for those just tuning in or who forgot. I love acting, and I love community theatre.  This play has a delightful cast.  I like to hug the entire cast before a performance.  That gets awkward when there are people in the cast I don’t like.  Today I got pre-show and post-show hugs.  I can get very huggy.

Anyways, I went straight to bed when I finally got home.  I would still be asleep if it was up to me.  However, my husband has to be up.  He gets up early with me all week; I guess I can get up semi-early with him on the weekend.  As a added bonus, I can type in a kind of a blog post to make up for my miss on Saturday (that’s not writing, that’s typing, as Truman Capote once said).  Additionally, I did not have Lame Post Friday this week, which I almost always do.  So we an call this a Really REALLY Lame Post Saturday.  I hope to see you all later today on what is sure to be Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

When in Vermont

I promised you a pretty post in the near future , and here it is.  Full disclosure (there’s no colon on this dumb Tablet!  Grrrrr!) I’m typing on Mt Tablet with the stylus.  It is not easy, but I will persevere.

I LOVE libraries!

This is Martha Canfield Library in Arlington, VT, which has saved my blogging bacon on several occasions.  Who knew you could just sit outside a library and get on the Internet, even when it isn’t open?  Oh, you probably knew.

Of course I prefer to be inside the library.  This is a really nice one, too.  I’ll have to take some inside pictures on a future visit.  In the meantime, here are the pictures I took outside.

Isn’t he handsome?

Naturally I wanted to get a shot of my husband, Steven.  We found this spot had the least glare.  It was quite a sunny day.

I don’t know who Jean Woodman is.

This is embarrassing.  I did not get any shots of the flowers, just the plaque.

Not surprisingly, I don’t know what mountain this is either.

When in Vermont, one sees plenty of mountains.  I guess I could have gotten a few more pictures of them.  In my defense, it is not easy taking pictures with a Tablet on a bright sunny day (cue jokes about how the day was bright but I wasn’t).

One last note (again with the no colon!) I have succeeded in typing in this entire post on my Tablet with the stylus.  Once again, I triumph.