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Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Pen Pals

Throughout my life, I've heard of a curious concept known as having a pen pal. People who have never met correspond to each other through postal mail. In the 'Peanuts' comic strips by Charles Schultz, Charlie Brown has a pen pal (or pencil pal, since he always smudges the ink when using a pen) from another country, and tells them all about his life. In 'Julie of the Wolves' by Jean Craigshead George, Julie has a pen pal as well, and they share things about themselves.

Charlie Brown writes to pen-pal, Sally asks why. To learn about other cultures, get to know each other. 'Why would anyone want to hear about you?'
Poor Charlie Brown, everyone's always picking on him.

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Tuning Out the World

Sometimes, we get really focused on something. Maybe it's a project we're working on, or an interesting novel. At times, we get so 'in the zone', we fail to notice the world around us. Today's post is about some prime examples of this.

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Lobster

My brother has worked as a cook or chef at several places. In one job he had, they prepared a lot of seafood, so he spent a fair amount of time working with lobster. Often, he would come home from work smelling of it. He eventually became sick of lobster, and hated when he had to prepare it.
When he left that job, he ended up throwing away his work shoes. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the lobster smell out of them, and he finally gave up.
So when I saw this post, I couldn't help but think of my brother. I ought to send the link to him, I know he'll enjoy it... (evil laughter)

Reddit post- lobster scented perfume


Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Objects With an Attitude

Sometimes, inanimate objects seem to have a mind of their own. And sometimes, they insist on being as contrary as possible. There seems no other logical conclusion; they're obviously doing this on purpose.

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Interact With Me!

I keep thinking, "I need to write." I have a novel to rewrite, another fifty novels to continue working on, and approximately forty million short stories that I've yet to finish. I have so many options to choose from. Yet every time I plan to actually do it, I want to procrastinate. I don't want to work on the scene I'm currently on. Everything else in the entire world suddenly becomes more interesting.