Follow your heart

Anyone who writes knows there are days when it happens, and then there are days (or weeks, or months) when it doesn't. Friday was one of those rare, golden mornings that arrives streaming light and clarity, swarming with characters and visions solid enough to catch in your bare, cupped hands. This was the day, the first in years, for true, serious, joyful work. Calm, centered, ready, I sat down at the keyboard, placed my hands on the keys, closed my eyes ... and realized I was about to be late for my job. I sighed, and cried, and picked up the keys to the car instead.

I promised the Muse I'd be back tomorrow; I have Saturday off this week. Oh wait, make it Saturday afternoon, there's an appointment in the morning. OK, the appointment got rescheduled for the afternoon at the last minute, and I've just remembered I promised Sunday to someone else. Saturday evening, though, for sure ... except, now there's an offer I can't refuse for that, too. (And why am I not enthused about it, the family asks? It's supposed to be fun. Don't I want to spend time with them?)

Not that it matters anymore. The Muse is a jealous and unforgiving goddess. Turn your back on her, and she's gone. Worse, when she's really pissed off, she throws as many obstacles in your path as she can. It's a love/hate thing that goes both ways.

So. I hereby proclaim Hazy Holiday number three: Follow Your Heart Day. There's no particular date for it; you'll know it when you see it. When it comes, grab it. No matter what the cost.

Better late than never

The last Round Robin Challenge was "Focus on the Details," a fine subject from Tammie Jean of Long Drives to Nowhere.

Between being out of town with no functional computer, and frantic catching-up once I got back, I missed the whole thing. Dang it.

However, I did take this close-up of a huge chunk of glass in my brother's garden while I was AWOL, and I love it, so I'm publishing it anyway.





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I hereby declare June 29 the second in the series of Hazy Holidays:

Better Late than Never Day

Celebrate by doing something you wanted to do on time but didn't quite get around to.


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Smash an Annoying Electronic Device Day

They are everywhere. We are surrounded by hordes of evil, evil gadgets. Cruel and taunting monsters that worm their way into our lives oozing promises of service, whispering dreams of pleasure. Once inside the perimeter, their true nature emerges: They are emissaries from Hell, dedicated to the misery of the human race.

Therefore, be it known that I am declaring today, June 28, the first annual day of retribution for all that binks, buzzes and jams. Today is Judgement Day. The Revenge of the Meat Machines. Grab your hammers, shoulder your baseball bats and have at it.

And yes, it's personal:



One of these wretched things is beeping. Every 20 minutes. For days on end. There is no reason for it to be beeping, and no apparent setting to turn it off. When I figure out which one it is, it is toast. TOAST, do you hear?






*Hazy Holidays copyright 2007, property of Maraca.

Introducing: Hazy Holidays

As far as I'm concerned, there can never be too many reasons to celebrate. We get what, maybe fifteen official holidays in the year? Not good enough! Not by a long shot. We need more, people. Many more.

In an ongoing quest for the best of the rest, I have prowled the Web for years, unearthing such worthy treasures as Donald Duck Day and Sneak Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor's Porch Day. Which is is how I came to stumble upon Wellcat.com.

The fanciful folks at Wellcat sit around making up brand new holidays (and copyrighting them, so none will be used here). So I says to myself, "Self, we can do that. Let's have a go at it, whatta ya say?"

Herewith, in the next post up, the first ever Hazy Holiday:

Smash An Annoying Electronic Device Day

*Hazy Holidays copyright 2007, property of Maraca.