I had a sudden great need for sunshine, so I escaped my upstate New York confines and fled to Florida. Temporarily. And with my AlphaSmart, of course. Because I was too busy (lazy) to craft a new post for you before my journey, I’ve pulled one of my favorite posts from the archives. Still, I can’t leave you without a little new fun, so: Can anyone figure out what’s weird about the picture above?
And now, on to the oldie but goodie (coff, coff).
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Today I want to offer a little story and maybe some food for thought. My family kept a wooden mug filled with pens and pencils next to our telephone when I was growing up. Problem was, none of them worked. I have no idea what my actual age was–maybe 7 or 8–but I clearly recall the day that I reached, once again, for a writing utensil to find, once again, nada but leadless No.2s and pens-run-dry. I had a light-bulb moment: sharpen the pencils, throw away the pens and replace them with new ones. What a novel concept: Yes! I can change my environment! I don’t have to accept this cruddy rut! I think it was a delightful surprise to my family, too, to finally have useable writing tools. Granted, this whole story implies I come from a family with an intellect barely above that of the average snail, however it was exciting to me at the time and the memory stuck. Now how does this relate to writing, or am I just floating around memory lake without a paddle? The writerly lesson is this: