Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Thoughts in high profile - the reason for the season, etc.

Hi all: Seems like today has been a day of passionate e-mails relating to the season. As we talk about meeting again in early January, reference to the Epiphany set off a chain reaction. I'll admit to being a catalyst, for better or worse. I wonder if all this passion could be corralled into one or more writing prompts for the new year? Some of us have taken on large projects - novels, etc. - and are forever flagellating ourselves for not meeting self-imposed deadlines, or feeling embarrassed for never being ready to share a piece because it's 'not quite ready.' Yet, the passion exhibited in the e-mails I've sent and received today seems to bring out some real energy. Maybe writing shorter pieces that could be completed relatively quickly, or at least brought to a state of willingness-to-share, would be a good idea for 2010. Don't necessarily quit the long-term projects, but give ourselves the satisfaction of getting some things done. I guess that's why I like essays. I am working on one called "Religion and Other Sacred Cows," and maybe it's a case of synchronicity that Margaret's inadvertent prompt has given me more food for thought on that topic. Now I'm determined to have that essay ready for sharing before the new year. Hold me to it, OK? Joe

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Winter Makes Me Crazy

Just realized I mistakenly posted a comment about my misspelling Quincy as Qunicy on the QWG instead of my personal blog which is blackoaknaturalist. If you're curious about what I was talking about, check out my blog at blackoaknaturalist. Joe

Friday, December 11, 2009

Serendipity

Caught a spelling error, i.e., typing error (there's a difference) in that last post. Spelled my home town "Qunicy" instead of Quincy. Decided not to correct it. After all, it's been extremely icy here this past week, so Qun - icy stands.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Coffee Mug?

Feeling up for a caffeinated contest?

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

And the count is three and two

At a stoplight


checking the rearview mirror.


I see the young woman behind me

taking the brief respite from the road to apply lotion.


Hands to arms, back of the neck,

shoulders then cheeks and back to the arms


a simple, efficient use of time


but looking, from here, all the world

like a third base coach


telling the bus driver across the street

to steal home.