A few shots of our trip to an 18th century sailboat. ‘Twas the kind of lovely day a person could eat.
Trip the light fanstastic with me for a while, will you? Let’s be silly and daydream.
Picture It, Some Time from Now, Somewhere: yours truly’s first novel and memoirs have simultaneously landed on the New York Times Bestsellers List, Fiction and Nonfiction, respectively, and have landed quite well. What will happen next? Cue dream music…
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. ~Mark Twain
And I hardly mind. I’ve always enjoyed getting older.
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. ~Author Unknown
Truer words have never been spoken. No premature gray hairs will change the pure privilege to still be here, and I’ve been graying since 14, so it’s really all good.
Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart. ~Caryn Leschen
Two years to go! Woo hoo!
The key to successful aging is to pay as little attention to it as possible. ~Judith Regan
Yes, but I do enjoy reminding Mother that that particular day was, by far, the best day of her natural life. I won’t comment on whether she agrees with me.
At 20 years of age the will reigns; at 30 the wit; at 40 the judgment. ~Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanac
Still in the decade of wit. To wit, thank you.
Everything slows down with age, except the time it takes cake and ice cream to reach your hips. ~Attributed to John Wagner
I wasn’t blessed with hips, so I’ll keep indulging. (Shut up, belly. No one solicited your opinion.)
There are years that ask questions and years that answer. ~Zora Neale Hurston
These are the answer years. Couldn’t say that at 25.
Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. ~Henry Ford
And I dare anyone to tell me when they stopped learning.
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams. ~John Barrymore
Let’s continue dreaming, shall we?
I think I’ve been struck by light as a metaphor for understanding and awareness since the Bible account in Acts, when Saul (about to be Paul) is literally blinded by the light on the road to Damascus. Since then, the idea of illuminations and epiphanies have long been a running theme in my life and in my creative work. I don’t know. To understand is major. I think what catalyzes the understanding should also be major. If it’s literally light or a thought or a thud, even better.
I wrote a short story a few years ago about illumination by way of a fire. I decided to go with the illumination theme a month ago, and just completed two more shorties (no more than 3 pages) about illumination by way of nighttime and, yes, by way of daytime and light. I’m proud of them. I love themed works, by the way. It makes it all seem cohesive and together. Anywho, yay for completing some work!
It’s all for the next book, which will entirely comprise of new short stories. I may add the fire story, just to make it all fit together, but I’m excited. Brand new stories!
It’s also nice to isolate what fascinates me and what I think about. It leads to more writing, for one, and cuts down the possibility of being blocked, which I more than appreciate.
So onwards. Time to mine the brain and get to work.
Turn on the light…