Sunday, September 14, 2014

Begonia Leaves and Blogging

In the fall, the sun comes through the window by these begonias around lunch time. I like the way the red undersides of the leaves light up. 

I am still unable to post comments on other blogs. I can't figure out what settings to change on this blog or how to contact Google Blogger. I'm thinking about switching to my WordPress site. If I do change, the past posts on this blog won't be transferred to WordPress because the formatting issues are likely to be gigantic. Certainly, nothing will happen before I leave for a writing conference at the end of the week. 

Friday, September 12, 2014

Note to Other Bloggers

I'm having trouble posting on several blogs. I write a comment, do the little number/word puzzle if necessary, hit post, and my words evaporate. So, to my friends on Swagger, The Writer Interview, Frog on a Dime and several others, please know I've stopped by. 

If anyone knows how to fix this problem, please let me know. 

Overheard #295

"He has a crazy brain."

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

September Dragonflies

I checked. These are dragonflies, not damselflies. 

The brick wall in the background is on the west side of the house. It catches the afternoon sun and radiates heat to warm resting insects.
Photographic evidence that a few hosta flowers escaped the deer. 
Photographing white flowers in full sun is tricky, so I fiddled a little with brightness and contrast.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


Yesterday, an acquaintance asked me how a writer like me could have taught chemistry. I explained about my former career. She asked if I’d minored in writing, and was surprised when I told her no. The conversation got me thinking – again – about how we learn things.

We learn by teaching ourselves.

Instructors are important, often essential, to the process. They present an organized set of ideas and a logical thread to use when solving problems. Students must learn to follow that example on their own. I tutor students in math. It may help them to see me work a problem and observe steps I use, but if they can’t independently apply that technique to a different problem, they haven’t learned.  

Writing is the same. I can learn by reading how-to books, by getting feedback, and most importantly by reading. The only way to improve my writing is to teach myself. I must experiment, decide which techniques work for me, and learn how to use them effectively.

Would a formal education have improved my writing? Possibly. I certainly would have become a better writer more quickly, and I’d have an eye-catching sentence to put on query letters. 

Friday, September 5, 2014

Overheard #294

"Pi being three has pretty serious consequences."

Friday, August 29, 2014

Overheard #293

"The instructor already sent about six emails saying that if we missed one homework assignment we'd be banished to the shadow realm."

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Catching the Light

This morning while I was making muffins, my husband told me there was light on my plants. The light patterns in our yard change quickly due to the dense tree cover, so still wearing my cooking apron, I grabbed my camera, slipped my feet into my husband's boots (that happened to be by the sliding door) and went out to see what I could get. Tiptoeing through the tulips in my husband's size-13 hiking boots isn't easy, but the morning light on the caladium was worth it.