Wordle

Amazing, amazing fun for people who like words: Wordle.

Here’s a word cloud of my blog so far.  I don’t think it’s incredibly interesting yet, but I only have about 10 posts.

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Cathartic Thanksgiving rant

Ah, a new post.  And I love the big blue “Publish” button on the right hand side of my screen.  To think!  All the real paper, and ink, and candlelight, and blood, sweat and tears it used to require to publish something.  Thanks to the internet, we can all be published, and published immediately, for better or for worse.

Though I usually love writing, I often struggle with writing at work.  Partly that’s because copywriting is a totally different kind of animal.  There’s no room for stream-of-consciousness, diary-style, emotional downpour in the world of words for money.  You have to sell benefits (NOT features!), be succinct, grab attention, connect with YOU the reader, be witty.  There are rules.  So when I’m not feeling in the zone, copywriting is not all that fun (forget that I had a copywriting business for a few years… lol  but writer’s block falls on the just and unjust alike.)

The other difficult thing about writing at work is just the committee factor.  Granted, I hate having to write something that will go out to the masses without anyone offering me any feedback or even a simple proofread.  But on the other hand, there’s nothing more maddening than 3, 4, 5, 6 or more people continually sending you their edits on a piece.  This happens often at my job.  One is tempted to slap oneself silly when such a process not only happens, but sprawls out across email after email (and they use 4 colors!  Red for deletions, blue for additions, orange… see?  Can’t remember.  I am pretty sure this is why change tracking was developed by the fine folks at Microsoft.)

I also find it funny when people argue with you over something subjective.  Do I just nod my head and agree, or do I fight for my word choice?  I try to go the “I disagree, but no matter…” route as much as possible.  These type of things just aren’t worth fighting over.  I just find it amazing that people feel something subjective can be treated as objective.

Anyway, I’m just a person who loves her job but today is a little frustrated by some of the minutiae that make up a day of work… and I’m not even getting into the REAL details! : )

It is probably because it’s day one of a two-day work week… day two being Tuesday.  And days three through seven being Thanksgiving week vacation time!  My brother and sister-in-law are driving down from Minnesota (they literally live on the river in Fargo, ND, but they live in Minnesota).  (Ooh, I think you need a picture for that.  There you go.  Although I don’t know why the two cities look so far away in the map — they are just one city really.)

Anyway, so all I can think of doing right now is cooking, baking, watching our two dogs play together (cousin dogs!), seeing family, going for walks, sitting near the fireplace, watching the Macy’s parade, watching movies, drinking Miller Lite (heh), playing pool, watching Tom and Michael work on some household projects, uhh… that about sums it up.  Oh, and maybe going down to the Plaza for the big Christmas lighting!  Hopefully no shopping though.  I don’t want to be in a store on Black Friday.

Well this has been cathartic… I’ve realized that my writing/work frustrations, at least on this day, are nothing more than a girl who is longing for a family holiday. lol  See, stream-of-conscious writing is useful after all (but not for selling products!).

May you, whoever and wherever you are, having a happy Thanksgiving.  I am coming to think of Thanksgiving as a holiday that is just as spiritual as Christmas and Hanukkah (if not more… since the retail establishment has yet to totally ransack the fourth Thursday in November.  They can have the fourth Friday — bah humbug).  The starting point for all spirituality, from my humble point of view, is realizing that everything we have is a gift… and basking in that gratitude.  If we can celebrate rather than expect things in life, well then even the most simple thing is a cause for real joy.

(Also, who doesn’t like a holiday that has to do with pilgrims, Indians and the early colonial era? : )

I am from…

Just got this great idea from my friend Brooke.

... My sister either came up with this idea or found it somewhere.. don’t quiet remember but it’s too sweet not to share with the world. It’s a fun poetry exercise she did with her first grade students (it can be for any age!) entitled, “I am from.”

Here’s the idea:

1. Write down sensory memories from childhood/life. smell, touch, sight, hearing, taste

2. Think about sayings you heard often/ lyrics from songs, like… “don’t let the bed bugs bite” “safely in his bosom gather”

3. Think about things you smelled, food, mom’s perfume, or the feeling of a family blanket

4. Write the senses down, don’t explain them, but be detailed. Don’t just say, “I am from dad saying ” I love you more than the stars” say instead “I am from “I love you more than the stars.”

5. Put “I am from” before your memories. List some together.

Here is Brooke’s, which I love.  And here is mine:

 

I am from

I am from honeysuckle in the alley and racing bikes around the block

I am from shepherd’s pie, Grandma’s goulash, porch swings and pumpkin flesh

I am from “we built this city on rock and roll”

I am from twilight and catching lightning bugs

I am from back seat fights, two square, four square, tetherball

I am from late night drives to the 7-Eleven, a pop and a candy of choice

I am from church frankincense, myrrh and spikenard

I am from “everything is important, nothing is important”

I am from loud yelling about homework… not at me though

I am from Dad singing songs from the 50s and 60s, La Bamba, you can always go downtown

I am from the prairie, the sunrise, the big sky, the sunset.