I’ve become lackadaisical in my ways.
Once again, this week, the hop nearly didn’t happen here. But this time not for any heart-rending, worthy reason I can take solace in. Purely and simply because I dropped the ball. In fact, I not only dropped the ball, I dropped it, watched it roll into the corner of the room, get covered all over with lint and goodness-knows-what, then I picked it up, looked at it, and dropped it again. And then forgot about it.
It took no less than THREE of your dear co-hosts and one participant to get my ass moving on creating a linkie tool for this weekend’s version of the TToT and get this posted. And whilst I’m tempted to blame it on insomnia (nope, I slept last night, for the full four hours, and LOVED it) or the weather (raining like Noah fancied another go at having a float-around) or that I haven’t had my evening cup of tea yet, I really don’t think I’ll get away with it.
Follow me down the rabbit-hole for a second or six…
If I were the White Rabbit (whom I reasonably *could* be, because in spite of my best intentions and my insistence that it’s VERY rude and disrespectful to be late, and in spite of MANY tantrums on my part when Husby makes us late…I’m late an awful lot of the time for things) I would definitely want to borrow the top hat and monocle off the Mad Hatter, because I’m a little bit bonkers and suave and…well, I suit a monocle (and a mustache, and horns if you must know…but I’m not growing my own). So there’s that.
There’s also THIS, in which that Insomaniac I told you about did a squinchy bit of crowd-sourced research and asked a bunch of writers what their biggest struggle about writing was. Let me give you the abridged version:
Awesome Writer #1: “I have so much to do – there’s not enough TIME.”
Awesome Writer #2: “I feel like I’m being pulled in ten directions at once – there’s not enough TIME.”
Awesome Writer #3: “I’m constantly playing catch-up between this and other things – there’s not enough TIME.”
Me: “I only ever write about myself. And people have heard it all by now. I think I’ve gotten boring”
Boring. And also
kind of a total narcissist! Excuse me while I lose myself in a mirror…
So while I try desperately to think of my Ten and pretend I’m not over four hours late to my own blog hop, I want you to think for a while on the following things, cos I’m the CONSIDERER, yo!
- The disingenuity of Twitter, of Tweeting, and of ‘favouriting’ All The Important People at once. In groups.
- The panic you get when you realise you forgot an Important Person, and have to make it seem like you didn’t.
- The larks when someone calls you on your BS
- The almost impossible question of whether, if you were to look out of your window rightnow, and see two ducks in the park (cos you live opposite a park, in my supposition) right there in the middle of the pond, going at it, it would be more interesting than this list (yaknow, because of all the feathers and distracting happy-quacking etc). D’ya think you’d stop reading?
- The lengths some people (me) will go to to impress
- At what point this all becomes less about community and more about self-validation
I’m done. Did you think?
Did you think any NEW thoughts? (I love that feeling when I realise that I’ve just thought an entirely new thought, and that ne’er before fired synapses have just exploded and connected for the first time, with others. It’s awesome, and once I start thinking about synapses and the amazing nebulas and starbursts of light they might make as they connect (cos electricity, yo!) and the patterns and fractals which might at this very moment be going on inside my brain as I write this, and which might be echoed in yours, almost precisely, as you read it…you could get lost in those thoughts for HOURS. Or I could, anyway!)
5 hours late to my own blog hop! Pathetic!
One Thing – THE CLEANING SWAP IS COMPLETE. And it was glorious.
Two Thing – Setting up Niece and Neff with pen pals in ‘Merica has proven to be absolutely THE most cutest, gorgeousest thing ever.
Red Thing – Husby and I had an argument cos he was unwrapping things which sounded like sweets but were actually playing cards. So I looked at him like I wanted sweets (it’s a particular kind of look, that) and he threw me the unwrapped pack and said “You can eat them if you want…” so I did what any sensible person would do, and bit them. Then threw them back. Then he got all pissy cos apparently they’re SPECIAL cards, and now they’re “mutilated” with tooth marks. And they’re the only ones in existence (or something). So after I said he shouldn’t have said I could eat them (and he said I shouldn’t have eaten them) and I checked whether he still loved me, he said no.
And then told me that he hadn’t stopped loving me. He just didn’t want me to have eaten his cards.
Blue Thing – it only rained on me for HALF the day. And I had my hat. Which everyone seems to find inexplicably amusing. I don’t know why. I even asked one of my colleagues (when I got back to the office, and she burst into giggles and said “Ohhh you’ve got your HAT!”) whether or not there was something inherently ridiculous about the hat. She wasn’t sure…
Old Thing – ALWAYS thankful for my friends
New Thing – I got called a ‘Green-Thumb Friend’ yesterday. Twice. By two different (and very wonderful) people. Cos they think that I’m good at nurturing friendships. Which is AWESOME and a lovely thought to have in my head (nebulae, fractals, synapses…beautiful)
SomeThing – Finding parallels. And talking them through at length. Because they exist and they’re important and they matter, and even though they might be sometimes not that lovely in and of themselves, the connection and layers of understanding they provide is AWESOME.
NoThing – I’ve *nearly* finished The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood. And I LOVE IT. But am sad it’s nearly over. And want it not to be nearly over. And I think I’m gonna get a book hangover from it.
EveryThing – Right now, at the moment, I am happy. And about to hop onto the Awesome Bloggers VidChat. Which should be SO MUCH FUN. Cos it always is.
DoneThing – Original Secret Rule from the Secret Book of Rules (or, Book of Secret Rules)
Show us yer Things 😀