Strike One

Have you ever noticed that when the flame on a match goes out, you can look at the head of the match and see that underneath the charred outer layer a glow remains for several seconds? Like the coals in a fire, red-hot under a coating of ash. It reminds me of a heart, the hidden thing that holds the key to life.

What are the matches trying to tell me?

My Crazy Inventions

In certain areas of life, a helpful contraption, machine, process, method, etc. to take care of some of those pesky problems we have to face would be immensely helpful. I frequently come up with great ideas for inventions, and if there was actually any chance I could make them, those patents would make me a fortune. Here are some recent ideas:

  • Pre-sliced tomatoes that stay fresh.
  • Something that instantly removes cilantro (or other herbs) leaves from stems. Comes with an attachment to chop or mince the leaves if desired.
  • A device that will instantly transport all bugs out of your house. Where does it send them? I don’t care, as long as I never have to look at any of those many-legged brain-snatching alien bugs again.
  •  A real magic 8 ball. You don’t get to see the future, but it will accurately tell you if something will turn out ok in the end.

I actually think the bug thing is the one I’d most want to be real, but of course this is quite ridiculous. But just imagine. No more fruit flies, instant spider removal, no need to deal with creepy centipede-y icky things. You just press a button and they’re gone. I mean, their natural habitat is outside, so really, it would be helping.

If you see any of these inventions out in the world, please sue the creator for me or alert me, as these are all my intellectual property. 😉

No Things Friday

I couldn’t think of five things today if my very existence depended on it. Today was one of those days that I suppose wasn’t actually bad, but it was certainly the opposite of good. At this point, I’m trying to get ready to go out for dinner (because I thought I’d leave early, to get myself out of the house) and I don’t feel good about anything I put on. I wish I could get from my apartment to the area I’m going without anyone looking at me.

The only way I could think of a full list would be five things I hate about my life. While ranting does have its place in life (not least on the internet!), that place is not here.  So I’ll just skip it this week, perhaps take my new INSANE spiked hobo bag out for a test run (it’s kind of heavy), and try to feel slightly better about life.

I’d be happy to take suggestions for my Five Things Friday posts. I’ve already begun to regret it, because usually after the first three things I sit there wondering what I could possibly write next until I manage to pull something out of my ass. (Not literally. Why are you SO disgusting?) It’s harder than you might think to do these posts, so if you have a concept, I’d be happy to hear it.

(Please leave suggestions in the wordpress comments, rather than on facebook or anything other site linking the post, because I seriously hate that…)

Nostalgia: …and the living USED to be easy

Fish might have jumped, but were probably swimming  for the most part, and maybe the cotton should stop doing so much drugs.

All right, now that the misquoting is out of the way, on to the actual writing:

 

The ads for fall clothing and back to school sales start pretty much as soon as it’s August, when we still have over a month of summer left. That’s too early. No one wants to hear about the end of summer when it is technically right in the middle of summer. Now that it’s getting toward the end of August, it’s all about “Pumpkin spice lattes are coming!” …Yeah. In a month. Calm down everyone. I like fall a lot but you really are getting a little ahead of yourselves.

But I’m not actually here to talk about fall right now. I want to talk about summer. Which it is–right now.

I actually don’t like summer too much. I used to like it just as much as the next kid. That long break from school was pretty great. Being able to just relax, less rules, more hanging out. One or two-week trips to some location away from home. For me it was almost always in the states and most often in New England, because we’re not fucking rich.

Summer is nothing like that now. Summer as an adult kind of sucks. It’s exactly like every other time of the year, the same schedule, the same stresses, except it’s so hot out that after you get dressed for work, you want to die.

The last time I could really say I enjoyed a summer, I think, was the time before my junior year of high school. The summer before my senior year I wasn’t working, but I was miserable, so that one can’t be it. I can’t remember anything I actually did during the summer I was 16, but I imagine it was a lot of reading, singing (at home, to myself), and spending time with friends. Sounds pretty good, right?

Since then, I’ve either been working too much to have a real chance at summer, or rather depressed, too much to enjoy the free time. Lots of Netflix going on…

I think the summer after I graduated from college was pretty good. I was working, but not full time, so I did have a lot of free time. I had just passed a life milestone I was very proud of and I was going to California that September (a move that failed pretty spectacularly, but had its moments anyway). It was nothing anyone would make a wacky, epic teen movie about, but I can’t say I’d complain about it.

This year, it’s just the regular old full-time work week with a tiny bit of vacation thrown in the middle. Occasionally my weekends are actually rejuvenating times. Not too often. And they keep the office so cold with air conditioning…

So I’m happy that fall’s coming. Bring on the pumpkin spice lattes (not from Starbucks though) and the leather jacket weather. And an excuse to buy new boots.

Three Years!

Happy birthday Between Worlds. You are three today! So you changed your name in the process. That’s ok.

 

I know I neglect you sometimes, but you’re always there when I come back with something, or very little, or just about nothing at all, to say. I can always rely on you.

 

Here’s to another year and, if possible, a much more productive one on my part! I don’t blame you, blog. You’re just a blog.

Still Not Writing

I don’t know what the hell my problem is. If I did, perhaps I could just get over it. And writing would happen again.

 

Unfortunately I just don’t have anything new to share. I am very unhappy about it. However, I would like to introduce you to my other blog: The No Recipe Life.

Originally it was thought of as a food blog, because I like to cook but I usually don’t use recipes. I still manage to make things that are quite delicious, and sometimes I want to share them. Then, as time went on, I kept thinking of how I often want to write posts here, in Whirling Words, that aren’t really about writing or telling a story at all. Just various happenings of life. So I sent them to No Recipe Life instead, and changed the concept to be more of a general, living-without-rules and seeing what happens venue.

Most of my posts are still food related, but it’s open for me to talk about other things too, things that I don’t feel fall under the category of things that belong on my writing blog. If you are interested in reading about my food and other life adventures, go ahead and check it out. You might find something you like there.

 

Pages and Pages!

I’ve moved the information from the About This Blog page onto my About The Writer page, because it made sense to me to do so…

 

I’ve also created a new page that includes the first two chapters of Helen – all I’ve written so far. Links to the original full chapter posts are included, and you can still read each chapter separately, or you can just keep scrolling down to read them both together. Much simpler.

From my end, you’ve been extremely patient with me lately and my lack of new creative posts. Thanks for that. I’ll dig up some inspiration very soon for something I can publish on the blog.

2010 in review

This is (basically) the email wordpress sent me about my stats for the year of 2010 – which aren’t bad, considering I started the blog in June so I only had half the year. I’m wondering, though, why chapter 1 of Helen had so many more views than chapter 2. Do you think people lost interest, or do you think someone read chapter 1 a whole bunch of times? I like that option better.

 

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,300 times in 2010. That’s about 3 full 747s.

 

In 2010, there were 59 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 22 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 10mb. That’s about 2 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was October 6th with 40 views. The most popular post that day was Helen: Chapter 1 (full).

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, en.wordpress.com, healthfitnesstherapy.com, michael-jackson-secret-exposed.xpac.info, and latest-payment-proof.co.cc.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for deva jasheway, essay about helen of troy and to helen, helen hunt front teeth, the tale of murasaki- liza dalby, and clytemnestra tyndareus’ favorite.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Helen: Chapter 1 (full) July 2010
6 comments and 2 Likes on WordPress.com

2

About the Writer June 2010
5 comments

3

About This Blog June 2010

4

A Lyric Essay August 2010
3 comments

5

Helen Update: More to Come October 2010
4 comments

Newest Blog Addition!

In the second column, under “Pages,” find my in-progress author bio! I was intending to write something about the forms my writing usually takes, but I decided to revisit it later. For now, I like the way it came out. Check it out, please!

A Real Live Writing Blog?!

While my most recently created blog (started last August and hanging on by a thread) was intended to be used in a literary way at least part of the time, I have never had a blog devoted to writing alone. I recently decided that the best way to get myself to write more, and possibly get feedback from complete strangers on pieces I post, would be to get one. WordPress was the obvious choice. Now, after a week of contemplation, here it is.

None of the writing I share through this blog has been published. Most of it is first or second draft, ripe for comments and critiques, both of which I welcome happily. I want readers, and I want to know their opinions. If I’m writing something – story, novel, flash fiction – and no one seems to like it, that tells me that it’s either time to scrap it or rewrite it. But if I have no outside opinions to work with, how do I know to do either? I don’t. I write for me, but I also write for you. Other than Emily Dickinson, I can’t think of a writer who kept their words hidden from foreign eyes (although there must have been a few others). I made this blog to be clear: yes, I am a writer. And I am here to find an audience for my work. I want to spread like Nutella on a freshly toasted waffle. I want to be the book you borrowed from a friend, which they had borrowed from their friend, and so on. So if you like what you read, tell a friend or two. Or ten.

P.S. I write what I write and I don’t apologize for it. I don’t try too hard to be tactful, but I don’t try to be offensive either. If you take something in my writing personally, that’s more about you than me. I’m just a writer like everyone else…

Creative Piece Coming Soon