writing is such sweet sorrow

 

I’m having writer’s block.

My mind is a blank. Not my regular blank but that no-makey-sense-my-words-no-good kind of blank. So, when in doubt, post photos of extremely random things and make matching random comments:

vandals

This is my newest succulent. I’m holding a little nub that had been uprooted from its pot and tossed disrespectfully onto the ground. It had toothmarks on it. I often find my succulents with bite marks and chewed leaves, knocked over, or uprooted and strewn about. Vandals. Miscreants. Other strong words describing animals behaving badly.

 

I have this thing with tree trunks

This is my favorite selfie. Morning feet, good. Morning face, bad. Trust me on this.

 

serious mood lighting
The lighting in my place is ridiculous. I want to invite people over so that they can take their selfies in this light. For a small, yet exorbitant fee, of course.

 

cute badonkadonk

Cute sheep butt sighting.
Sheep cute butt sighting.
Sighting cute butt sheep.

All of these descriptions work pretty well. I really missed out on a career with words about sheep butts.

 

planting bok choy

Planting bok choy. Taking time to admire my work. Too much time. I had trouble straightening my legs but didn’t have any problem making a lot weird sounds while trying to stand up.

 

apple season

I am so lucky to be in a part of the world that has an abundance of beautiful summer fruit. I’m very, very grateful. Along with eating the fruit raw, I’ve made apple cake, apple crisp, and multiple batches of applesauce. Peach crisps are dang delicious. I put plums in my oatmeal. Nectarines and strawberries went into my yogurt. Pears went down my gullet. Fruit has been an extremely attentive BFF, the kind of BFF from whom you need to take a little break and hope they don’t take it personally. Okay, I think I’ve covered my bases. If there’s one thing I don’t need, it’s Fruit being all like, “I thought you were my friend….!!!!”

Well, I guess I wasn’t lacking for words after all.

I believe that part of having writer’s block is the belief that you have nothing to say. Fear of sucking at something you actually love to do. Overthinking doesn’t help. It gets tiring, this thinking about my thinkings. While some people need a more stringent thought process, I need to keep free from extraneous thoughts. I’ll try it now.

Are you still there? It’s kind of creepy the way you’re watching me not think.

That’s why I like you.

I’ll leave you to overthink that one.

 

re(new)

 

you can always find a new path to take

don’t like the path you’re taking? you can always find a new one (or make your own)

*The first word for 2015?: new. For more WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge entries, click here! 

I have been in a writing rut.

I implored AAA to come and rescue me, to charge up my draining battery, but they refused. Something about “we only respond to calls about automobiles, ma’am.”

So be it. I was on my own.

Enter 2015.

Like many people, I feel a renewed energy at the beginning of a new year. It’s a marker that shouts: “Get your fresh start! Fresh starts here!!”

I have a new plan, a new camera, a determination to keep strengthening my core (literally and psychologically), but my creative energy to write has waned. There is an ebb and flow in this life, and right now my words are out to sea. I can see them floating aimlessly, bobbing up and down. I have to trust that they’ll come back to me, even though that whole bobbing up and down thing is really annoying.

Luckily, my creative energy for taking photos is holding steady.

looking inward and looking outward at Shark Fin Cove, Davenport CA

looking inward and looking outward at Shark Fin Cove, Davenport CA

My mantra for 2015?: See new things. See old things in a new way. See Jane get older but always find ways to be new.

 

5,237 words

I haven’t been feeling very wordy lately. It makes me wonder if I should get my head examined because normally I have too many thoughts racing around aimlessly in my head. Now I don’t have enough.

See? Nothing. A tree could fall inside my head and it wouldn’t hit anything.

Well, I might as well post some photos since my mind has clearly decided to take a staycation.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this should tide me over for a while:

morning light

meh. another day, another shiny sun glowing through puffy clouds.

my "arty" shot, ie. turning a photo black & white

my “arty” shot, ie. turning a photo into black & white

perfect for sharing with...oh. myself.

perfect for sharing with…oh. myself.

this was taken by my brother, who clearly knows how to take beautiful photos. that's me on the rock, pulling my pants up because i forgot my belt. good thing no one knows what i'm doing. uh, until now.

this was taken by my brother, who clearly knows how to take a beautiful photo. that’s me on the rock, pulling my jeans up because i forgot my belt. good thing no one knows what i’m doing. uh, until now.

Okay, enough with all of the feel-good photos. I’m starting to feel soft and emotional, which could lead to extremely ugly crying. The next photo should sober me up.

innocent seaweed or voodoo sea priestess??

innocent seaweed or voodoo sea priestess??

Yes, that worked. That is one creepily-formed piece of seaweed. But still kinda beautiful, no? Soft emotions returning…time to go back into staycation mode…