Sooooo Frustrated


My post from this morning is still not showing up in the WordPress reader. I suspected as much because I cannot see it myself and I also had someone check for me and they did not see it either.

The only odd thing about this is that I copied and pasted this post. It was scheduled which I have done over and over. It is in WordPress land because I can search and find it in the reader. I checked my WordPress feed and the post is there. I have cleared my cache, used different browsers, etc. Nada. No real hints on a problem when I researched it either.

If this post also disappears into oblivion, then I will scream for help to the happiness engineers.

Today I bought a new iPhone helped along with a generous gift card from my son. It’s long overdue as anyone who ever talks to me can attest. It loves to squeal in the middle of calls. I passed on letting them set the phone up. I will do it this weekend. Not tonight, though. I am all teched out.

I also bought a new book. – Margaret Atwood’s “The Testaments”. I may not have time to start it until December, but at least it is in the queue.

This morning I was up early to start my NaNoWriMo challenge. I wrote for 45 minutes and came close to my goal for the day. I will write more tonight. Right now I am in love with neither the characters nor the storyline. I need to invoke some magic to make this worthwhile.

If anyone out there sees this post and has any ideas on what might be going bonkers on me, give me a shout.

For now, I think I’ll have a cup of tea and relax.

Blog, Writing

The Handmaid’s Tale — Inspiration

MGM Television, The Handmaid’s Tale intertitle, marked as public domain, more details on Wikimedia Commons

Day 360

While I have been in Florida, I have re-watched a few episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu. There is so much I could say about this story — religion, politics, dystopia Vs. utopia, equal rights, fear, will to live, self preservation…the list goes on and on. Instead I want to talk about the power of the writing.

First of all, I know the book or the series is not everyone’s cup of tea. It is hard to watch. For me, watching it generates an emotional and almost primal response, fight or flight. I find myself wondering what kind of inner strength I have and wondering if I could survive. After watching, it takes a few minutes to leave that world and step back into reality.

“Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.” 
 Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

I enrolled in Margaret Atwood’s MasterClass months ago and completed the entire class. Today I decided to go back and revisit the classroom and remind myself of the advice and cautions she gave. The imagery spun by her words is unsettling. Her characters are fully fleshed out and the circumstances and unpredictability make this story a feast for a reader.

Her characters are not entirely good or evil. They walk that line which makes us trust no one. We find ourselves liking aspects of the characters while also fearing them. It takes a commitment from the reader to take sides and decide who to root for.

The sad part of all this is that I have never read the entire book. Having only seen the series on Hulu, I want to see all the seasons through before I read it. I checked my library today and while there are 44 digital copies available, 53 people are in the queue to read it, so the wait time is well over a month.

I might just break down and order it on Kindle. Then I want to revisit the MasterClass again. What an inspiration.


For You Lucky UK Readers

Day 320

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Lazy Sunday

Day 179

The Morning View Down My Driveway – Azaleas and Dogwoods in Bloom

The rain woke me at 3:00 a.m. and again at 5:15 a.m. I could not go back to sleep so I was in a quandary about how to spend my unexpected early morning hours. I decided to meditate. Unlike prior mornings there was a lot going on in my head. It was all quite clear to me this morning, but now I cannot recall much except I think it was an exercise in learning to forgive myself.

I am always so calm when I meditate. I am finally reaching that sleep-like but not sleeping state. It is peaceful there even if the things my mind presents to me are sometimes chaotic. There was a time in my life when these thoughts might have been painful, but now they are just thoughts. Byron Katie would say perhaps I am learning to love what is.

It was a windy, rainy, and rather cool morning. I decided to forgo my walk and instead spent the day catching up on MasterClass. I finished Judy Blume’s class and started Neil Gaiman’s class.

Judy Blume strikes me as a very compassionate and feeling person. It was nice to learn she and her husband run a bookstore in Key West. It would be fun to visit — sure wish I had known that when I lived in Florida.

Her discussion on censorship was interesting. A few of her books were banned from public schools through the years. I appreciated how much time she spent on what happens after you decide the book is finished. It was very enlightening.

Her demeanor was quite a contrast to Margaret Atwood. I got the sense Margaret Atwood was a determined feminist. This is what I love about the MasterClass series – such diverse writers.

I decided to take an afternoon nap which is rare for me. It always leaves me a little disoriented when I only sleep for an hour or so. I like long naps, but that was not meant to be — not today anyway.

I had a quick video chat with my granddaughter which consisted of me watching her walk around the patio eating frozen yogurt. You never know what you will get with little ones.

Now, a quick reheat of some leftovers and then it will be time to bring some plants inside — we have a freeze warning tonight.

Blog, Writing

Switching Gears

Day 96

Some days just don’t go according to plan. Today was one of those days and that’s ok.

Yesterday we went to a very cool used book store in Asheville — the Battery Park Book Exchange. Is is a very cool and eclectic combination champagne bar and used book store. We had a great time perusing old books. I love first editions and rare books (which I can never afford) but it was still fun to look.

This morning we went for our morning walk and had a relaxing morning. At least it was before I remembered the exterminator was coming. I rushed around to pick things up off the floor and got ready to run my errands.

When I finished my shower hubby told me someone was coming to re-seal the driveway which meant no leaving the house today.

At that point I retreated to my computer where I caught up on my Margaret Atwood writing class and caught up on reading a few blogs I follow.

The rest of the afternoon was spent doing mundane tasks like laundry and cooking dinner.

Last night I did not start my new book nor did I today. Some days you just have to roll with the punches.

So now I am off to bed and will give it a shot again tomorrow.