“An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.”
~ William Faulkner
If I were to be driven by demons, would it be impolite if I asked to see their drivers license?
Timing is everything
Instead of microwaving my coffee for a minute and 57 seconds, I nuked it for 2:03 this morning. Sometimes you just have to mix up your routine a little.
Spring sunshine
Spring sunshine can fool you, but think of it this way: we’re two months and a week away from the first day of summer.
Two months and a week from then is the end of August. So today’s sun is as strong as late August sun. It fools us because the air is cooler, but the sun is just as direct. AND, without much of a tan at this time of year, so we’re even more vulnerable.
Drops of Jupiter in her hair…
The local news just reported that we might have heavy pollen from jupiter trees tomorrow. (I think they meant JUNIPER trees.)
Still, now I need to put jupiter trees in a story.
The illusion of permanence
“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives
Talent, genius, and guile
Talent hits a target no one else can hit.
Genius hits a target no one else can see.
Guile finds the arrows and paints a bullseye behind them.
I saw an article about storage of pantry staples, and it said to put your peanut butter jar in the refrigerator three months after you’ve opened it.
If I did that, I’d be putting a lot of empty peanut butter jars in the refrigerator.
Shifter characters in your story
(Shifting in your seat is almost never a good idea if you can help it. The tail gets in the way.)
…and it makes washing them a challenge…
Just heard an ad on the radio where a local musician proclaims his ears to be his “bread and butter.”
This sounds inconvenient and unsanitary.
Smarter than a cat, sometimes
Proving that I am smarter than cats, at least sometimes, tonight my TV remote is within arm’s reach BEFORE the cats settled into my lap.