Nothing Goes To Waste

 

There is an understanding among writers, at least I hope so, that nothing goes to waste. Not a fight with your neighbor, a bad waiter, a rude barrista, a friendly squabble, even a bad bout of depression. Before the Prozac sinks in, I will sometimes write down how I feel. I call it journaling. It ‘s therapeutic and useful. Even if I never come back to it, somewhere in my pea-brain it hibernates just waiting for the perfect scene.

For almost a week I’ve been sick. Good news: after fighting to take off 8lbs I’ve managed to lose the last 3 without trying (I don’t recommend it). Bad news: it’s kept me from writing. Even my characters are silent. And they’re never silent. Never, never, never. You know that far off look I get…yeah, that’s my characters speaking. Now, it’s me in a Nyquil fog.

My future characters, some whom I’ve yet to name, are running for the nether regions. Wading through the Nyquil fog, hiding behind headache mountain, because they don’t wish to be ill, they don’t want to be on their death bed speaking like a southern belle with a hand dramatically draped over her forehead. And the truth is, I don’t want that either.

Don’t worry my forever-inner-voice-buddies, I don’t have plans for you to fall ill, but if you do, I’ll be ready with the right amount of phlegm, cough attacks, and under the weather euphoric drift to get us all through it.

Be well my friends.  

Shannon

Toodles is just happy I'm sitting at my desk again. Notice the electric blanket, unfolded towels, and odd shoes, not to mention the tape measure... This will be my wellness job.

Toodles is just happy I'm sitting at my desk again. Notice the electric blanket, unfolded towels, and odd shoes, not to mention the tape measure... This will be my wellness job.

Priorities

One of these days I'm going to write about prioritizing, when it becomes a priority.

I have way too much to do this week and next. And with summer and the 4th upon us, far too many people pulling one way and then the other. Something's gotta give. Except that nothing can.

What to do when 7 out of 14 work days are on the line? Prioritize. 

House...nope

Yard...nope

Laundry...nope

Conversations with Toodles (my cat)...sorry bud. But you can lay under my desk and I'll look at you with longing.

Coffee - this is priority. Editing - priority. Making deadlines - PRIORITY. Wine tasting - uh, yeah, priority.

Blogging? 
Chat later...

:D  Shannon

                    Toulouse.    aka Toodles

                    Toulouse.    aka Toodles

Happiest Place On Earth

 

The Happiest Place on Earth...Disneyland

Even in June, when it’s 100 plus, the secret for a successful Disney vacation is attitude.

In the summer, know you’re gonna sweat…a lot. You’ll need a water bottle (which they will happily refill at most restaurant venues) and an overpriced, battery operated, spray/fan bottle.

In the winter you may need a poncho and be willing to ride the waves on the rain collecting, ankle sloshing, Matterhorn Bobsleds.

But the one thing you’ll need the most is a good attitude. No one likes the heat, so soak up the body odor and enjoy your neighbors in line. Or, get a fastpass. Better yet, ride solo. Browse the air-conditioned stores and bring a change of shoes.

And for heaven’s sake, enjoy the day. It’s Disneyland.

Favorite ride: Mr. Toads

Favorite snack place: Jolly Holiday Bakery

Favorite show: World of Color

Favorite company: family


Here are a couple hookups for snacking Disney style:

 http://disney.urbantastebud.com/best-snacks-maximize-disney-dining-plan/

https://disneylanddaily.com/snacks-at-disneyland-my-top-5-favorites-and-suggestions-on-what-to-bring-in/