Time

I often wander aimlessly through my day wondering (wander, wonder-I love using those words together in the same sentence) ‘where does the time go?’

Don’t get me wrong. Working nights has made me a huge time waster-in my own mind anyways, and I think ‘if only I didn’t have to sleep, I would get so much done.’ Perhaps that is true, on the other hand, I love to sleep, I do, I really, really do. Not the time wasting sleep that has you in your bed too tired to get up, but unable to slip away into the oblivious unconsciousness that we all crave for at least once a night, where we wake up, stretch and say “man, that felt good!” Ah yea, that is what I mean. I get up after such a sleep and dash through the day getting everything done that needs doing, fall into my bed late at night, (there are no early nights for me, I am truly and completely a night person) and think ‘Now that was a good day!’

‘Early to bed and early to rise’ has never applied to me. Sure, sure, I have had jobs (infrequently) where I’ve had to get up and start my day before 0600, but that doesn’t mean that I go to bed early. I’m just not truly tired until after midnight, regardless of how few hours I’ve slept. Try to explain that to a morning person… they just don’t get it.

Back to needing no sleep. I think it was Benjamin Franklin (yes him again) that used to sleep several times during the day instead of one big chunk at night, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. I don’t feel inclined to look it up right at this moment, and since I’m the one writing this, I don’t have to. So, if I could adapt myself to his scheduling, would I get more done, or wander through my day half dazed, wondering what needs to get done that I’m not doing?

Of course, making lists would work, and they do work, in fact, most of the most successful people are list makers. I once was a list maker, and I have to admit that my days ran smoother when I made them; but alas, life threw me a double, actually a triple whammy and it’s taken me this long to recover from it. So maybe it’s time to start listing again. I shall ponder on that thought tonight while tied to my desk at work.

Where is all this going? Good question. I suppose I could make the point that we should respect each others sleep schedules, or we should all embrace our differences… there’s half a dozen adages that could apply; so just pick one that applies to you.

The Written Word

Have you ever noticed how some people believe anything as long as it’s in writing or on video?

Years ago, while still in the throes of my youth (I really like that phrase), I was told: Don’t believe anything you hear and only half of what you read. I learned later that the original quote; “Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see.” Was said by Benjamin Franklin, one of my favorite historical figures.

I must concur. If more people were more skeptical, and less influenced by the influx of media, then the world would be a more educated place to live-not to say that I’m particularly educated, but I do try to keep that which influences me based on facts and not merely what I see written on the page/screen in front of me.

One of my favorite websites is snopes.com. I know, I know, it’s still the written word, but after researching several items myself (I love research also, by the way), I found that they are spot on with their information.

So, back to people and the influence of the media. I saw a ‘documentary’ about Vampyres on Netflix, or I actually flashed through it, what I did see was disturbing, to say the least, and left a dark blotch on my brain that only some positive media input and a hot Epsom soak could wash away.

To say I was disappointed is a gross understatement. The only true reality I picked out of it was that of emotional vampires, which I had already known to exist, in fact many of us have encountered an emotional vampire at least once in our lives. You know, the friend, associate, colleague, etc that leaves you feeling completely drained after spending any amount of time around them… Yea, that’s what I’m talking about. They aren’t aware of it, not typically anyways, but they still suck the energy right out of you. More power to you if you maintain a friendship with one. I know several, and though the emotional vampires I  know are nice people, I have to rev up my engines before I see them. It helps to be prepared (Epsom salts, I’m telling you, great stuff).

Back to the ‘documentary’… From what I saw, and no, I refuse to watch it completely through unless someone can give me some redeeming value in the program, I refuse to subject myself to such intense negativity, and that was what it was. It was about people using the excuse of vampires to be emotionally dark. That’s as far as I’ll go, I won’t pass judgment on the people in the film, it’s not my place, and I don’t truly know them, but I tell you what, I didn’t see anything that would make me believe in the true existence of vampires that depend on blood for their existence.

If I were more influenced by what I saw, then perhaps I would believe, but… Nah, too skeptical.

On a brighter note; the vampires in my book are truly dependent on blood, as a result of a virus. Sorry, animal blood can be used in an emergency, only after the first year or so of the initial infection, but cannot be used as a permanent solution for sustenance. And no, they are not just people with fangs, nor are they animals that look like people.

Do you know any emotional vampires? Now that you know what they are, do you feel better or worse about them?

Also, wanted to tell you of a free writing contest I have entered through Writer’s Digest. The contest is for young adult and sci-fi writers and the website is http://tinyurl.com/a8msdw2 . I would also like to take this opportunity to thank Chuck Sambuchino for his time in posting information to help us new writers with a leg in.

Like

Okay, I must ask the $64,000 question: What is the freakin’ purpose of the ‘like’ button?

The way I see it, it’s just the lazy person’s way to say “I saw it, I’m acknowledging to you that I saw your post, but I’m not interested enough to post my opinion of it or to see what it’s all about.”

Am I alone in this, or do others’ share my opinion?

The problem is, there are many times when I see more negative comments to a post than positive, but I do see a lot of likes. So… who’s going to get more attention; a bunch of ‘likes’ or a few negative comments. Do I have to do the math here?

As a newby to the posting world, I must acquiesce to the ‘like’ button, ’cause apparently, someone, somewhere sanctioned it to sway the powers that be on the internet.

So here we are, enslaved by the power of ‘like’, wondering why? What did you ‘like’? How could I improve upon my post in order to get you to say something more?

I must admit that shamefully, I have been known to press ‘like’, sadly yes, I am guilty, but I can count on one hand how many times that I pressed the almighty button without posting a comment with it. I mean, if someone went to the trouble of sharing it, and I truly did like it, shouldn’t I say why? Shouldn’t you?

Keepin’ on keepin’ on

Fatigue has set in. I ended up working a couple of nights in the middle of my week off, and boy are my arms tired!!!

Oops, where did that come from?

So, I sit here trying to fire up enough neurons to input some mind-boggling, soul-stirring, spirit-arousing tidbit of information and all I really want to do is sleep.

I saw a video that my son pasted on Facebook. I tried to embed the link, but it wouldn’t embed properly and my brain is too foggy to figure it out. So, here I bid you good night. The sole purpose of this post is to keep it going. So there, the going is kept.

Writer’s Block

What is writer’s block?

Some times, I sit outside, in the car, waiting at the doctor’s office, etc., and imagine scenarios for the book I’m writing, or an idea formulating in my mind. When I sit down to put onto paper what was running unheeded in my head, I have nothing to put down. This happened a few days ago and it made me wonder; is writer’s block when you can’t think of anything to write, or when you can’t form into sentences and paragraphs the scenarios in your head.

So, what is to be done? Do you sit in front of your computer staring blankly at the sheet in front of you, shut everything down and walk away, type randomly and hope that something triggers your spark of ingenuity, or bang your head against the keyboard until both you and your computer are senseless?

What do you consider writer’s block and what do you do to get over it?

Aw Shucks

Some days life is easy. I really like easy days. An easy day doesn’t mean it’s a lazy day, nor does it mean that you have nothing to do, it just means that everything runs smoothly-no one cuts you off on, or off, the freeway. You don’t have to play vulture in the parking lot and find a parking space right away. You find everything you need at the store without searching high and low, and none of the check out lines are incredibly long, or else the cashier rings everyone up in front of you without a hitch.

Although you wait an hour for your turn in the Dr.’s office, the people and conversations are interesting and you don’t mind the wait.

Everyone sits around the table talking pleasantly, and even though the disputes get hot and heavy, they are resolved quickly and everyone is smiling and enjoying themselves once more.

-Yep, I really like the easy days.

I’m thinking… I’m thinking…

Yes! I’m sure some of you got the line; I’m thinking… I’m thinking… is from ‘Night at the Museum 2′, It’s been a while since I’ve watched it so no review. I do know that I enjoyed it.

The best part of dieting is the healthy eating. If I would just buckle down and eat healthy all of the time, I wouldn’t find myself in this situation. Ok… start over.

My name is Valerie and I’m a foodaholic. I am, I truly am. Give me sweet, syrupy, chocolatey, fat loaded, candy coated crap any day and I will gladly gobble it up with the best of them. My poor body.

So, here I am, determined to do my body right, and be good for the next two months. We’ll talk about the rest of my life then, but for now two months is good. I can do two months – no sweat, yea, two months…

Already, this first day, technically the third, but I’m not really counting the first two, ’cause I cheated; anyways, I woke up, well, awake. Go figure, me, actually awake before the sun hits the horizon. Yes, I am a night person, and no, I’m not a vampire, I just like nights.

Maybe I got hung up on vampires because I like nights – you know, common likes and all that… Nah, vampires are scary and I like to be scared, though, Lyn, the main character in TWISTED FATE, is relatively tame for a vampire, although she is a doctor, and though she wants to kill everyone in sight; okay, just suck their blood, but hey, she’s newly infected and doesn’t have the control not to kill, so same difference… She is a doctor first – No, I didn’t get the idea from Stephenie Meyer and yes, she did inspire me to develop the story. She did steal (not really) many of the names I had for my characters – it’s okay, there are plenty of names to go around.

Anywho must fly, have a great following today and for many days after.

Snowflake

There was a time, not so many years ago, when the three hour trip was a spectacular drive through trees and snow. I will admit that it is still a trip through trees and snow, but through parts of the forest, the trees are thin with many skeletal remains of once noble pines standing as a reminder of what happens when mother nature is not allowed to take her course.

I scan the new growth of 1-2 foot trees anxious for them to cover the forest floor as they shoot up to the sky. When I can peer into the mystery of the woods and allow my imagination to go wild with strange creatures lurking about, hiding just within the shadows, beckoning me to come forth and walk amongst them in a game of hide and seek. Where they hide and no amount of my seeking finds them; for they hear my loud human footsteps long before my poor human eyesight has a chance to spy them.

I feel solemn in these parts of my forest as I drive through. The lively conversation pauses as we gaze at the not-as-bare-as-two-years-ago, hillsides and sigh.

Another trip to the family down under, where one more join the festivities of the grave yard. Auntie-Bob has gone home, the last child and the last grand-child to return to the ranch where she’ll join the great cattle drives, round-ups, and rodeos with the rest of her family. They smile as they embrace her in their arms while we hug each other with tearful eyes and hearts. They welcome her home while we whisper “Good-bye, we’ll miss you.”

Of Life and Death

Nothing like a death in the family to make you rethink things a bit. My father’s sister, my aunt; the last living child of my grandfather has passed away.

There are a lot of things I could say, a lot of things I’ve deleted, and a lot of things I won’t say. What I would like to do is honor her by saying that she was kind-hearted and all my memories of her are good memories.

Her name was Melba, but I knew her as Auntie Bob – don’t ask, ’cause I don’t know. My dad told me once why we call her Bob, but that was when I was very young, and I don’t remember. I will think of her with fondness and know that there is a party in the afterlife welcoming her home.