Overheard #104

"Dialog attribution clutters up your white space."

High School English

Jeremy: How’s the novel going?
Me: I got back comments from Amy. She’s an English teacher.
Jeremy: Were they constructive?
Me: Yes.
Jeremy: Did she tell you to use more metaphors, similes and personifications?
Me: No.
Jeremy: They’re the only things that are important – other than overlying themes.

Wednesday

Bunnies don't like to be photographed.

Sunday

rose and unidentified insect

Take a Liking to a Viking

I admit I like Vikings. Their behavior was often unacceptable by today’s standards, but still, they have a certain romantic appeal. Plus, Vikings are the local high school’s mascot, and my maternal grandparents were Danish.

I’ve been reading the Saxon Tales by Bernard Cornwell and picked up some Viking trivia.

Horned helmets: I already knew the horns were a myth. No warrior involved in hand-to-hand combat would wear a hat with handles that could be grabbed by the enemy.

Longboats: The fanciful beasts carved on the prows could be removed when the ship was used for trading. Many of these trade missions were reconnaissance designed to identify the richest villages to plunder later.

Vikings: Back in the day, these folks were known as Danes or Norsemen. The word viking was a verb. To go viking was to go plundering, pillaging and burning.

Overheard #103

"We used to skinny-dip. Now we chubby-dunk."

(This quote was overheard by one of my facebook friends, but I couldn't pass it up.)

Did I Mention Loud?

Metal Band Update

Me: That’s the best I’ve ever heard you play.
Jeremy nods.
Me: But if it’s that loud two floors up, you need to wear ear plugs.
Jeremy: We’ll turn down the volume.

The lesser of two evils.

Sunday

Overheard #102

"Power ballads are songs girls like, and guys pretend to like so girls will like them."

Words of Wisdom

Thanks to Ruth McNally Barshaw for this bit of genius.

"Sometimes writing is hard.
Sometimes it flows and it's perfect and you even know that, as it comes out of your pen.
And other times it's like each word is a splinter and your pen is the tweezers..."

Look for Ruth’s third book Ellie McDoodle Best Friends Fur-Ever early in August.

Metal Inspiration

Me: What song are they playing?
Sam: It’s the one Jeremy wrote last night.
Me: He wrote a song – while they were moving the drum set?
Sam: They were talking about how irritating it is when Katie calls them Hon so I suggested they write a song called Attila the Hun. I think that’s it.

Brilliant!

If you’ve ever tried to wade through Joseph Campbell’s Hero with a Thousand Faces or studied the Hero’s Journey in other forms, click here. Justus R. Stone sums up the whole thing brilliantly.

Sunday

Heavy Metal Mama

Jeremy and two friends formed a metal band. Neil plays drums, Katie sings, and Jeremy plays guitar and writes their songs. Yes, I’m proud. I’m also worried about potential hearing loss - for the band members.

They used to practice at Neil’s house because he has a super-fancy drum set and a finished basement. Neil also has four cats, and unfortunately Katie is allergic.

Sigh.

So, much of the summer has been devoted to converting our unfinished, extremely cluttered basement into a practice space. They cleaned out one corner and hung old blankets to form a room. I contributed dorm room carpet from Home Depot, and we’re still discussing economical sound proofing options for the remaining two walls. They installed a mini-fridge for soft drinks and even plugged in my old metronome.

Still, our new sound stage isn’t perfect.

Jeremy: We have ants down here.
Me: Are they the big ones or the little ones?
Jeremy: I don’t know. Medium.
Me: It makes a difference. The little ants love ant traps. They rush right in and eat the poison. The big ones are carpenter ants, and they don’t like traps so much.
Jeremy: There’s a dead one in the corner. Wanna see?
Neil: Wow. Maybe we could write a song about ants called Poison.

Overheard #101

"Tattoos are freckle envy."

The Writing Space

Usually, I plunk myself down in front of my huge computer desk in the bedroom and type away. This space is not glamorous or particularly neat. It doesn’t even have a convenient window, although one might argue the monitor is a window to my imagination.

Sometimes people from my writing group meet at a local bookstore café to write. There is something about seeing other people working hard that makes me work hard. (Of course they are probably working hard because they think I’m working hard.)

Near the spot where yesterday’s squirrel was resting, we have a couple chairs and tables. It’s shady all day, birds sing, and breezes rustle leaves. I never write there. The laptop cord doesn’t reach, it’s hard to read the monitor in natural light, and there’s no place to put the mouse. I realize these problems have simple solutions. Still, that spot is better for reading than writing.

Where do you write?

Even the Squirrels Are Hot

I took this through the window and there’s some glare off the glass.

Happy Independence Day!

Sunday

I’m pushing the resolution of the camera on this one. These little flies are fast; I was lucky to capture one.

Overheard #100

"That takes infinity of time, and we just don't have it."