After I get my kids and husband out the door in the morning, I like to pour myself a cup of coffee and just be still for a bit. Usually I watch the birds out my window and check social media to see what folks near and far are up to. This morning was pretty much the same even though everyone was mysteriously ready nearly five minutes early. The door closed, the garage door came back down, and the dog looked at me as if to ask if it was okay to come lay by my feet. The coffee steamed and the birds sang outside. Continue reading
A few days (or was it weeks? oh dear) I tweeted out some things that were true for me in that moment. I had read a tweet by the agent Jessica Sinsheimer and I was reminded of how sweet she always is to folks on Twitter. I’m sure she has her moments of crankiness in her private life, but on-line she is always kind and gracious. In that moment, I was moved to tweet something along those same lines. Continue reading
Earlier this morning I tweeted “Advil starting to kick in. Ah…let’s Friday it up, folks.” In quick succession, two of my Twitter folks responded to that tweet which got me thinking about gerunds, social media, and Fridays. As one does, obviously.
First off, I adore the community I have carved out for myself on Twitter. The folks I follow are largely folks I’d actually want to go have coffee with, or people whom making small talk would be fun and not a challenge. Does that make sense? There are lots and lots of people whose company I enjoy when I’m around them, but having conversations with me require me to engage my full-extrovert-skills. Somedays I just don’t have that in me. Because I’m a creative type which means all that natural extroversion takes a toll. In other words, my extroverted self is balanced against a soul which can easily be trampled by all the noise and energy of mishmashing people. Continue reading
One of the things that struck me years ago is the fact that we humans tend to assume that other folks will react to a situation in a similar fashion as ourselves. And when they don’t, either comedy or tragedy ensues (in the literary sense at the very least). While I had, of course, mastered this understanding as a child maneuvering through the emotional land mines of family life, it really was brought home at work. One coworker did “a” and coworker assumed that was the wrong thing to do because she would have done “b” and all kinds of interesting times occurred.
This is the stuff of which made-for-tv and commercial fiction is made.
But it is also a driving force behind pretty much everything else. And no place like social media illustrates that point better.
Years ago my parents had a house fire. It was a complete loss. All the boxed up toys and books of my childhood are gone now except for the memories of them. And last night one of those memories came to me. I loved my Spirograph. It was probably my sister’s but I spent plenty of time aligning the wheels and pins. Enough time that making Spirographs is a dear childhood memory.
A truly great a person I follow on Twitter tweets incognito. She does this because she is an editor with one of the Big Publishers and so incognito is the way to go. Although I can’t help but think she’d get lots and lots of chocolate/booze/flowers/et cetera if people knew how to actually get them to her. But I understand and actually find her avatar so stinking cute that I’m glad she is only an adorable forehead surrounded by books. Sometimes, mysterious is really fun. Also, if NYCEditorGal is reading this, I’ll make good on the chocolate someday. I pinkie swear.
As I sat down to string a few words together, some television staples of my childhood came to mind. Imagine my surprise when I realized that it is no longer a week in review happening over there at PBS. Of course, since I stopped watching tv in 1995, I really shouldn’t be surprised that I missed Washington Week’s name change back in 1999.
According to seemingly all school-children’s favorite on-line source, Wikipedia, the name change signifies the current host’s desire to look forward and not just behind. And I can see the marketability of such a move, painting yourself as forward-thinking and all that. But there is also something to be said for reviewing what has just passed. For without reviewing one’s course, how can one ever accurately adjust one’s sails to meet the next headwind?