It was a long week last week going back to work. I don’t consider myself lazy at all, and yet, I dream of being a trophy wife. No offense to trophy wives, if you are reading this...my implying you might be lazy.
Not much going on here. So I shall ramble.
I like white paint. My sister posted yesterday how she is getting a new washer/dryer and needs to paint the wall behind them, before they arrive. Painting to me is like the call of the wild. Things around my house call me to paint them white. (I had photos posted here and they were messing with me, so I took them down.)
White paint freshens my world. White paint takes the ordinary and makes it…white.
Painting (not artistic) (not faces) is something I love doing. My eyes scan my homestead on a weekly basis for something I can paint or re-paint.
Recently, I found a quote by a decorator that could be mine, “I believe in optimism and white paint.” (Can’t find the magazine source and author. It's here somewhere.) My belief is more on white paint than optimism, but let's keep them together.
I continue to clean, sort and purge stuff. However, I think my stuff is creeping back in when I’m not looking. Or--or, is my stuff multiplying, behind my back? I don’t know what’s happening.
I have a new post at the Ruralhood on thinking.
Wednesday, I will be inspired to talk about making decisions.
Friday on writing, I will share what I have learned from Christina’s Ghost by award winning author Betty Ren Wright. My daughter said I needed to read it and then she shivered. Somehow, the book left an impression on her all these years. Isn't that what you want your writing to do, leave an impression?
Question: What do you want your writing to mean to those who read it? (blog posts, poems, articles, novels, short stories, whatever that may be) Me? I want my readers to remember what I have written and...maybe shiver.