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I Also Have To Write Something

So posting daily did not last very long.  I picked up my Tablet to make a post yesterday but felt too blank and sad.  I thought if I gave it a try this morning (Monday) I might meet with success.

Hmmm… So far, not much.

Isn’t this awesome?

I came across this in my Facebook On This Day.  I find it inspiring.  However, as we all know, inspiration is not enough.  You also have to write something.  I have a few projects in various stages of development:  a new novel and a couple of mysteries, one not involving murder.  I’ll share more about that one later (preview of coming attractions).

For right now, I am up to 100 words, halfway to my self-imposed minimum for a blog post, and I fear I have neither informed nor entertained.  What can I do about that?

What am I doing, emphasizing that this post is late?

I peeped into my Media Library and found this.  My Monday obligations are looming in my peripheral vision, urging me to finish this post and get on with the day.  Am I in fact clinging to Sunday by making my Wrist to Forehead Sunday post?  I think not, but perhaps I flatter myself.

In any case, I have achieved 200 words of this nonsense.  I hope you will all tune in later for my Monstrous Monday Post.

 

I Decide to Make a Blog Post

I am so indecisive! I was going to write in the TV Journal, then I thought I would make yesterday’s blog post.  TV Journal… blog post… Which one?  I paused, suddenly paralyzed, between the couch and the dining-room-table-top.  What a terrible feeling!

I finally sat on the couch and wrote the preceding paragraph and thought, hey, that might make a good introduction to a blog post.  Perhaps my readers will be amused at the thought of me standing in my living room, taking half steps in opposite directions as my brain refused to make up its mind.  Or perhaps they could sympathize with a spate of indecision interrupting one’s day.  At any rate, I got on the laptop (dining-room-table-top is too awkward to type every time) (yeah, I realize I just did.  It is not easy being me, but it is fairly entertaining) and eventually began to type (this computer takes a long time to boot up, get to a site, and log in).

Where was I?  Ah yes, nowhere in particular, but trying to type in some semblance of a blog post.  Writing tends to alleviate my depression, when I can tamp down the do-nothingness and actually do it.  That is, as fellow sufferers know, the terrible cycle of depression.  Doing almost anything might alleviate some of the symptoms, but one of the dominate symptoms is the almost overwhelming desire to do NOTHING.

I do manage to get to work every day.  And most days, I manage to take a walk in the morning.  Exercise is a potent and underused anti-depressant.  And so I try to self-medicate.  As a matter of fact, I did have the vague plan to make a Pedestrian Post after this morning’s perambulation.  However, I see I am approaching 300 words by rambling on about my tiresome mental gyrations.  I still have to make my lunch, so I am going to follow my usual method: Hit Publish and Hope for the Best.

 

I Feel Monstrous When I Don’t Write

I like Monstrous Monday.  No matter how down and dull I feel, I almost always feel capable of putting up a few monster pics with my own silly comments.

That sounded so confident.  While I typed those two sentences, a voice inside me was saying, “No, you can’t. You don’t really feel capable of anything.  Furthermore, your comments are dumb, boring, and repetitive.”  I believe it is either my depression or my low self-esteem talking (you wouldn’t think an egotist such as myself could suffer from low self-esteem,  but so it is).  Am I oversharing again?  I had better get on with the monsters.

What I feel like some days.

Ooey-gooey!   I think my favorite part of The Blob is the theme song.  That tango beat!

What I do not seem to have some days.

I like to share The Brain from Planet Arous when I am feeling particularly brainless.  Come to think about it, I have not seen that movie in some time.  I wonder if I have it on DVD or video.

I just loves me some Nosferatu.

I thought I would throw in a picture of my favorite, Nosferatu from the 1922 silent film.

Kafka knew from monsters.

I close with a quote to encourage myself.  Making silly comments about monsters is at least writing something.  Perhaps I can segue into something more literary, or at least more lengthy.  For a Monstrous Monday blog post, I am going to call this sufficient.

 

I Suppose This Is a Blog Post

Oh dear.  I thought that when I made my Monstrous Monday Post on Monday, I was beginning a week of on-time posts. It did not take long for that to fall apart as I failed to post on Tuesday.  Now I am sipping coffee on Wednesday morning (THANK GOD for coffee!), and thinking I should attempt some semblance of a blog post.

I did not have any Mohawk Valley Adventures yesterday.  I did go for a half-hour walk in the morning, as I do most mornings.  My reasons are several:  I hope to improve my physical health, keep my weight down, and alleviate my depression.  I know I could have put “physical and mental health,” but I wanted to make it sound like two different reasons.

I suppose I could have (and still could) make a Pedestrian Post, but those are so much better with pictures, and it is usually still dark when I take my walks.  I further suppose I could search my Media Library for pictures previously taken of places I walked by.  After all, I can only walk by so much in a half-hour walk, even if I start in a different direction each time.  I only have so many directions to pick from.

I am realizing I suppose a lot in these posts that are not really posts.  I suppose I could write this, I suppose I could write that…  I comfort myself once again with the reflection that writing about not writing is still writing.  I am going to bill this as a Tired Tuesday Post and drive on.  First I will throw in a picture, just for fun.

Not what I saw on yesterday’s walk, but who doesn’t love a rainbow?

 

Don’t Say I Never Gave You a Lame Post Friday Post

The earlier in the morning I make my late posts, the less late they seem.  That is logical, of course.  However, there is also the school of thought that a miss is as good as a mile; that is, late is late.  As long as you’re late, you might as well be REALLY late.  Then again, sometimes you are so late, you might just as well not bother.

I find it does not pay to generalize.

Anyways, here we are, early Saturday morning, I couldn’t sleep any more, I hope my husband, Steve, is bringing me coffee (he is!), and I don’t really have a whole lot to say, even for a Lame Post Friday post.

It is raining heavily and has been since yesterday afternoon.  I guess we can’t say Hurricane Nicole never gave us nuthin’.

By the way, that is one of my favorite things to say, “Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!”

Some examples:

Someone:  You gave me your cold!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

Person:  You’re always giving me crap!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

Song on the Radio:  You’ve given me (given me) nothing but shattered dreams (shattered dreams)!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

Blog Reader:  You keep giving us with these late, lame posts!

Me: Don’t say I never gave you nuthin’!

 

I Try to Make a Blog Post

A blogging question: if the post I made yesterday morning counted as Tuesday’s post, will a post I make this morning count for yesterday?  Second question:  does the first question merely call attention my failure to post Saturday and Sunday?   Third question:  am I completely flattering myself to think anybody notices or cares when I do or do not make a blog post?

Yes, I am once again writing about not writing.  I am having a hard time writing about anything else, and, yes, I have tried.  Oh, please do not quote Yoda at me!  A co-worker once did that to me.  For the Star Wars illiterates, if any (and I confess, I personally did not see all the movies), the quote I am talking about is, “Do or do not.  There is no try.”

“Don’t go Yoda on me!”  I said.

“Talk backwards I did not,” he replied, in a Yoda-like voice.

Have I shared that story before?

Anyways, the problem I have with “there is no try” is this:  There is too!  You can sit on your butt and do nothing; that is not even trying.  Or you can make an attempt and fail.  At least you tried!

That last paragraph brought me to exactly 200 words.  I’m going to call this a Wuss-out Wednesday Post.  At least I tried!

 

I Never Whine About Monsters

I am having yet another patch of bad blogging days.  I do not wish to offer whiny excuses.  At least,  I would like to excuse myself but do not want to be whiny.  Oh dear, I am whining already.  I hate when I do that!  Quick, throw in a monster picture to distract us from it.

“Just thought I’d come out and — what’s this? DAYLIGHT???”

There is my favorite guy,  Nosferatu.  I do not know if he is coming out into daylight in that shot or not.  Additionally,  I understand that in actual vampire folklore, vampires do not crumble to dust in daylight, but their powers are considerably weakened.  The movies made up the dramatic daylight deaths, and I must say, some of them are very dramatic.  If I ever finish any of my novels about vampires, I will probably keep the crumble to dust rule.

That’s what I needed! A large beer!

Having successfully backed into my Monstrous Monday Post,  I add a photo emphasizing my Thank-God-I-made-it-through-Monday state of mind.  It was not a heinous day, but it does not always take a heinous day to wear one out.  Not whining about it, merely commenting on the fact.

The Bride and I have a lot in common.

When I get to this point in the post (that is, around the 200-word mark), I wonder if I should go back and take out the whiny introductory paragraph.  After all, all the best writers edit their work.  As a matter of fact, I have been editing as I go.  You should have seen some of the whiny sentences I backspaced out!  And I usually give it at least another reading before hitting publish.  Editing out all my bad parts — not the badly written parts (what, me have badly written parts?  Say it ain’t so!) but the parts where I admit bad things about myself– seems less than honest.  This is, after all, a personal blog.  This is me, as a person.

Sometimes I prefer the monsters.

 

Anyways, Happy Halloween!

So I missed posting on both Saturday and Sunday,  and here I sit on Halloween morning, wanting to at least post a note to my loyal readers (also unloyal, chance, random and any other readers), just to say… what? I’m still alive?  Thank you for reading?  I know! Happy Halloween!

 

Witchy says Happy Halloween, too!

How about some Halloween pictures, to help obscure the fact that I have very little to say.

Wow I have a lot of Halloween stuff!

Here is a shot from when we got really elaborate with our decorating.  Will we ever be this ambitious again?

More fun stuff!

We also got into the toys that sang and danced.  Good times!

He’s so cute!

A favorite decoration:  my friend Marsha sent me the pot, my husband Steve got me the vampire, and it is an orange t-shirt I never particularly liked (it had a logo from a place I did not enjoy working at, but that is a whole other story).

I think this was before we finished decorating.

This picture showed up in my On This Day on Facebook.  It is one of my favorites.  I find it is symbolic, because there is Santa Claus in the background, knowing it is his turn next.  Full disclosure: that Santa sits on my staircase all year long.

My pictures have helped me get to over 200 words.  Score!  And Happy Halloween!

 

I Haven’t Murdered Anybody in a While

Who knew I would be doing a Post-Rehearsal Post again so soon (and don’t bother saying YOU knew, because I will not believe you) (you know who you are, and that’s all you know) (but I digress).  It is not a full-on play, like Love’s Labour’s Lost, but an interactive murder mystery, such as I love to write and perform.

Full disclosure: it is a previously performed script.  We have less lead time than usual, so the best I could do was revive one previously done for another venue.  I had some re-writing to do, though, because we have two fewer actors to work with.  This accomplished, some excellent actors recruited, and we are on our way.

The mystery is He Laughed Himself to Death, which we originally presented in 2017.  Goodness, that was five years ago.  How the time flies.  Anyways, we had our first meeting tonight.  We read through the script, talked about characters and clues, and set the rest of our rehearsals.  Alas, I did not take any pictures.

I feel like poo when I don’t have any pictures!

I found a previous illustration of some fake poo used in the original production.  I still have it and, surprisingly enough, know where it is, so it will make a repeat appearance.  The bigger poo was also featured in Donate to Murder, to great comic effect (I do not exaggerate; it was very funny).

He Laughed Himself to Death will be presented to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society on Saturday,  Nov. 1, 5:30 p.m. at Herkimer Elks Lodge.  For more information,  contact the society at 315-866-6413.

 

 

I Make a Monstrous Post

Oy vey, what a day!  I like to say that, because it rhymes.  In fact, my Monday was no more monstrous than usual, and also as usual, I am here at the end of the day with not much brain power for a good blog post.  In my defense, I finished writing my article for next month’s Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  However, that is also in my accusation (being the opposite of defense), because I always say that writing begets more writing.  So write, me!

She wants them to think she has a pretty face, but not JUST a pretty face.

This is obviously not me, because it is The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.  Mine apparently would.

Not monsters, but maybe murderers.

This picture is apropos, because in addition to monsters, I have murder on my mind.  This is the cast from A G.R.A.V.E. Murder, which we presented a few years ago. I may be doing another murder mystery soon for the Herkimer County Historical Society (preview of coming attractions).  I’ll keep you posted on that.

Scary!

I close with my favorite guy, Nosferatu, from the 1922 silent film of that name.  I have not watched that one in a while.  My favorite way to watch silent movies is while running in place on the mini-tramp.  Come to think about it, I could use the exercise. Perhaps if I am not too tired on Tuesday, but regular readers know how that goes!