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jhbrown.bsky.social
Poet, short story & mystery writer, dabbler in audio storytelling with too many pieces "almost done." Love walking, my dogs, my husband & family. If I say I'll "probably be there," I mean I'm staying home, in pjs, watching British TV.
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My eyes don't see a fire in the fire place. So my body thinks I'm freezing--like teeth chattering freezing--despite it being 65 degrees warmer than it was two days ago. #perceptioniseverything

On the one hand, I'm kind of glad we've had a real winter. On the other hand: Melt, already.

Anybody else just getting through today by pretending? Sigh. Back to work.

Just paid $9.82 for 18 eggs. That's more than 50 cents per egg. This won't break my household, and, if need be, we can do without eggs. But as a sign of things to come, this sucks.

Fields of color. Little squares of gel print paper. Undetermined project in progress.

It's cloudy here, still and ongoing. Halfway through, it feels as if this day has yet to wake up.

Weird week. You? Had migraines, or one long morphing migraine, since Monday that has interferred with getting decent work done. But I also saw flickers of hope & happiness here & there. Headed out for a walk in the woods later-trees, sky, air in any weather being wonderful. Cheers, y'all.

On the second day of a migraine. Hadn't had one in years. Tried figuring out when the last one was. Turns out I didn't have one from the start of 2020 until now. Hmm.

Look, I love animals. But Phil has never been my favorite groundhog.

I needed to get writing done this week, and I needed to be otherwise creative. Yep, needed to be creative. I didn't succeed at much of either. Reminding myself it's okay to live through a week and have nothing to show for it. Still working on the "how do I be in the moment?" stuff. Be well, all!

I'm taking a few art classes. Beginner level. Like beginner-beginner. I'm not good. Even worse, I'm not patient. Today has been one of those days, though, that I've been so, so bad, my S+ in kindergarten art activity has been proven a lie. Gonna go clean the garage instead.🙁

I’m outside! I’m outside! First walk since the snowstorm couple weeks ago. God, I look more like my brother than ever before.

Gotta get back to work, back to writing, back to editing. So, of course, I started an art class and made supply lists. The laundry didn't get done. Nothing got organized. But I passed most of the day in peace.

I've spent entirely too much time indoors for the past month, month and a half. Winter is not my thing.

So, I took a week off of Facebook . . . and life was better. Not just my time on socials, but life in general. Still wish more of my friends and contacts interacted over here. (Come on, y'all!) Even so, this week, it was Bluesky for the win.

Dreamt last night I was both a new student and a new professor at a new school. I had to live in a dorm, but still had all my current stuff. Chaos. Stuff everywhere. Couldn't find anything, including my classrooms. Always lost, late, rushed, stressed, failing. 30+ years of psychic overload, maybe?

Lately, I wake up and just can't believe I'm living in the times in which I'm living. On the upside, the temperature was above freezing today.

I'm on day five of organizing my office-old drafts, papers, files, mementos, and such. Heard myself complain yesterday that I should be done and ask "Why am I not?" Realization: I'm shrinking my environment to one comprised entirely of aspects I can control; one where I put everything right. Sigh.

Other than this quick check-in on bsky, I'm keeping to myself today. Staying inside, out of the very cold cold. Some reading. Some old TV shows. I think I'll get out some scissors, paint, glue, whatever, and make some arts & crafts projects, ones badly executed but full of emotion. Take care, all.

Not for any peronally scary reason, life lately has me wondering what it means to live in the moment. I don't do it enough. Been a lot of "well, we when do/make/get X, then we'll . . ." recently. Age? Phase? Philosophy that crept up on me? Whatever it is, I'm feeling it.

Sigh. I've reached that stage of my life that we can't plan dinners, trips, or even long walks without my going "Wait, I might have a doctor's appointment that day." (Nothing serious, folks. Just the supremely annoying slings and arrows of middle age.)

You ever get so much writing done-and feel so good about it-that you're kind of thrilled? But days of hours of writing have combined with a bad night of sleep, and my brain isn't firing. So no writing today. Meanwhile, my office is nearing hoarder territory, so I'll direct what energy I have there.

Writing. Writing. Writing. Been *this close* to getting this draft done for about a week. I've managed to be productive every day, but also to move the finish line a bit farther off each time. It's a thrilling little game I play with myself. Will I get there tomorrow? The day after? Tuesday? 😬

Favorite things about Bluesky so far: I can find and interact with more people about writing, books, and reading; I can craft my feed; speaking of which, LOVE the Quiet Posters option; I can mute topics; I can block bot accounts; not everyone from high school is here.

Been writing and editing my new work in pieces for the last few months. If I thought it, I wrote it down, regardless where it might come in the narrative. Realized today, while putting the pieces in order, that I have a draft. It's a book! I wrote a book and only realized it once it was done! 😁

Good days indeed! (Takes long sip.) Aaaahhhh.

Watching Murder, She Wrote. Partly for research, partly for nostalgia. The mysteries, sadly, aren't very mysterious. But Angela Lansbury is so classy, so suave. I envy her trench coats. And the 80s details: paper files, payphones, pastel/neon clothes, plush carpet in the bathrooms. Loving it all.

Yesterday was a dream day of revision & rewriting. I reread, for like the 10th time, and I'm in love with my narrative. Felt so good. ❤️ But today, I'm reluctant to get started because how likely is it I'll have that day two in a row. #writinglife #neverhappenedbefore

Woke up in another new year still feeling like the same person. No astonishing new insights, no magical powers to wield. I'm beginning to suspect these resolutions people expect you to do all the work yourself.

I'm leaving one year and heading into the next reminding myself of a few simple things: there are still good people out there; much of the time, how I feel about things is entirely my choice; and one of the most conscientious choices I can make is to be hopeful. Cheers, y'all.