Category: Random Thoughts

The junk that pops into my brain

What Happened to Football?

~ JodiLea

We’re 4 games into the season and I haven’t posted a word about it. Not only is this is unprecedented, it’s downright scary. This season I am one happy camper – the team and coach Harbaugh are balanced and awesome. Could it be that I’m finally learning to relax? Nah…

My family is puzzled that there have been no posts about the temp referees I was screaming at. Or the game calls that caused coach to foam at the mouth. No, I am not exaggerating.  I’m paying attention to all of that, I’m just too exhausted to write about it. Or much of anything else.

It’s my novels fault. I want to finish the draft and I only have one month (before NaNoWriMo) to get there. In November I’m going to write a different story, and I want to put the one I am writing (sick of) to bed for awhile. This morning I am possibly avoiding the thing by chatting with you guys. I’m at a tough transition point now and things are not flowing, so I’m being pouty about it. Sorry!

Anyway, I will be posting here and there because you know I can’t resist. But not as much as I have been. You may have noticed the dwindling rate of my posts already. Be assured that I won’t forsake you, dear readers! Even though it may seem that I’m ignoring you – I am not.  In fact, it’s possible you may be able to catch an excerpt of said novel someday, if you hang in there with me.

PLEASE?!

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The Sounds of Silence

~ JodiLea

Stacked firewood

Well… I’m still waiting.

At first I was patiently waiting. Then I was impatiently waiting. Now, I wear earplugs and curse a lot.

When you live where people have cabins, weekends are noisy. I don’t mind that. But it’s the Monday through Friday noise that’s disrupting my mind and soul. If it’s not chain-saws, it’s hammering, men talking (or yelling), cement pumpers, power tools and large trucks.  And that’s just today.

Some days (like today), when it gets really loud and goes on for an hour or more, I let Big Yellow loose. Might as well do housework, if I can’t think well enough to work on my novel. I swap out earplugs for iPod ear-buds and play soothing music to myself. Or hard-assed rock and roll, depending. Even with my ears full of music I can’t take a nap. Along with the headache, no nap makes me, shall we say “grumpy”?

And I hate it when the phone rings and it’s for hubby. This means I have to get my grubby shoes on, go out to the yard, or wherever he is, and wait for a pause in the saw, so I can get his attention and give him the handset.  You won’t hear any feminine voices singing out the window – “honey, the phone’s for you”.  He has very high quality earplugs that can block out everything, including wifely hollering.

There is a chance the autumn firewood cutting will stop this week. Then we should have enough stacked for the winter (please God, let 8 cords be enough!), and maybe, get some quiet around here. Until hubby and friend continue building shelves for the shop. Or whatever noise-making project they think up next.

Thank goodness NaNoWriMo does not begin until November.  I want to finish the draft of the dusty novel I started in 1991, before I get involved with another one.  Wish me luck on that idea  – Ha!
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It’s In The Mail

~ JodiLea

Posting by email feels something like publishing an article that your editor has not previewed. My email program does spell check, and I double-check things before I hit the “Send” button with any email.

But this is different.

Maybe I don’t believe it will look how I want it to. Can I really trust using shortcodes or a secret address? I bet this is just the most boring post ever written, but in the spirit of the challenge, so what? I’m learning to post via email, so I can blog while on the road. Not while I am driving, however.

The only thing worse than a boring post, is a long boring post, so I’m signing off!

J