In Solidarity

               

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
                                                                                            ~ Victor Hugo


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(You can follow the Egyptian uprising on Al Jazeera English and
@sharifkouddous from Cairo on Twitter)

                 

Friday Five: The Translation Edition

               

Can someone tell me what this sign is trying to convey?


                                             image from morguefile.com

Is it . . .

1)  "Guitar Hero" is to blame parents.  Loose children call the kids "Roadies." 

2)  "Guitar Hero" is to blame.  Parents lose children (and)  call their kids roadies.

3)  "Guitar Hero" is to blame parents’ loose children.  Call the kids’ roadies!

4)  "Guitar Hero": Is to blame parents’ loose children (equal to) call(ing) the kids "roadies"?

5)  "Guitar Hero" really isn’t to blame.  It’s those damned parents and their loose children messing with the roadies.

Regardless of your take on this sign**,
I think we can all agree that nobody should mess with the roadies.

** After posting, realized this sign was put together via this link
but still think the meaning is open to interpretation.              

The LiveJournal Band

Sometimes I wish I was in a band
so I’d have someone right there with me,
sharing the sweat and inspiration.

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The ups and downs.
Complete with power chords and jarring chords,
and finally, that elusive record deal.

But I guess this community comes pretty close.

So, who’s got tambourine?

                

Hawk-Writer

              

Hello, Monday!

 
                                         © Tracy Abell 2011

This Sharp-shinned Hawk stopped by yesterday,
and watched as I photographed it from my deck.

“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer.
A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay,
but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.”

                                                                                       ~ Ernest Hemingway 

Apologies to Barb ( ), but I’ll strive for hawk-writer this week.
                       

Friday Five: The Numbers Edition

              

I’ve invited these big, friendly numbers to help me quantify this week . . .


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1)  I’m writing my new book 500-words per day. 

2)  I’m reading an incredible book about the 60s: COUNTDOWN by Deborah Wiles.

3)  Wildebeest is shooting for a 3.7 GPA this semester, and thinks he’ll
achieve it by "not screwing around on my elective."

4)  After a three-game dry spell, Zebu scored 13 points in his basketball
game on Wednesday.

5)  Right now there’s sunshine, and we’re supposed to hit 50 degrees later today.

Wishing everyone a numerically- satisfying weekend!

                

Thankful Thursday: Power Lines and Powerful Birds

            

I love my home but didn’t always love the ugly power lines
visible from our south-facing windows.
I considered them an obstruction of the open-space-aesthetic.

Well, I eventually adjusted my attitude with the realization that
without those unsightly, thick black cables, I wouldn’t see nearly as many birds.

Case in point: this Red-tailed Hawk that stopped by yesterday.


                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011

            

Real People, Real Lives

                

On Monday I took my camera and notebook to the spaghetti dinner.

This is Dennis.
After I took his picture he simply said, "Thank god for the meal."

                                                         © Tracy Abell 2011

This is Wayne.
He told me, "The meal means a lot to me.  I haven’t had a whole lot of work for the past year."

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These are real people struggling with real-life problems.
I wish the powers that be would stop pandering to the already-rich, entitled people,
and throw substantial support to those hanging on by a thread.

Unfortunately, it’s only going to get worse; the new meme is "we’ve all got to make sacrifices."
Except the power structure will ensure the rich get richer
while the disenfranchised poor pile up like so much forgotten trash.

They’re people.
                

Did you ever notice . . .

         

. . .how everyone assumes squirrels are male?


                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011

I’m betting none of you looked at that photo and said, "That little gal is up to no good."

Why is that?

                 

Friday Five: The Lisa Edition

        

Two days ago  shared some heartbreaking news about her health.

It’s a testament to her loving and humorous outlook on life that even though
we’ve never met, I can’t stop thinking about Lisa and her family.  
And I know I’m not the only one.
Lisa has always been a shining light in this writing community.

1)  Lisa started the Thankful Thursday tradition here in LJ-land.

2)  Lisa won the Morris Award and shared her nomination speech (which turned
into her acceptance speech)
 with us even though doing so was outside her comfort zone.

3)  Lisa notices beauty all around her and shares my love for spiders.

4)  Lisa supports her follow writers and hosts Authorial Intrusion which allows us to know
authors as real people with likes and dislikes, along with their best writing advice in five words or less.

5)  Lisa has reminded me to be grateful for all I have, and to let the people
in my life know how much I love them.

So many, many people are thinking of you, Lisa, and sending love your way.

                   

Coming Unstuck

             

From WORD PAINTING by Rebecca McClanahan:
When Broadway composer Stephen Sondheim was asked about his creative process, he replied, "If you asked me to write a love song tonight, I’d have a lot of trouble.  But if you tell me to write a love song about a girl with a red dress who goes into a bar and is on her fifth martini and is falling off her chair, that’s a lot easier, and it makes me free to say anything I want."  As we’ve already noted, it’s hard to write effectively about a large abstract subject – grief or anger or love – without first "sweating the small stuff."

I’ve come to the realization that I need to sweat the small stuff 
a bit more before continuing to draft my new project.
I don’t know enough truths about the characters and their lives.
Yet.

So it’s off to my notebook for further discovery . . . 

I’m curious about the rest of you:
how do you know when you know enough about your story to begin writing?

                     

Serenity: A Work in Progress

                  

      
Today the sun is shining
but two days ago, snow was falling.


                                                                             © Tracy Abell 2011

“Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.” – Unknown

I’m working on it.           

                    

Friday Five: The Worrywart Edition

            

1)  Yesterday I made the mistake of telling my hair stylist Wildebeest 
was doing really well.  This morning, he was an absolute mess.

2)  Last night for the first time since starting my new project, I went to
bed feeling anxious about my ability to carry it off.

3)  I’m not sure if I still fit in my regular jeans.

4)  Zebu and Wildebeest informed me they cannot stand how I wake
them up for school with a quiet voice as I open their curtains; they prefer
Zippy’s method of turning on lights and giving them a shove.

5)  I’d pack a bag and head for the hills, but then who would hold
down the fort?


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Need the Funny

 

I’m fast-approaching my freak-out limit what with
dead birds falling from the sky,
dead crabs washing up on shore,
Sarah Palin as 2012 presidential candidate,
spineless, tone deaf Obama and his new Wall-Street-insider-Chief-of-Staff,
etc.

It’s time for something funny.
How about a monologue from Jane Wagner and Lily Tomlin’s
The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe . . . . . . . . . . .

This is Judith Beasley, a suburban housewife who used to sell Tupperware:

Judith Beasley char Lily Tomlin

About a month ago, I was shown some products designed to improve the sex lives of suburban housewives.
I got so excited, I just had to come on public access and tell you about it. To look at me, you’d never suspect
I was a semi-nonorgasmic woman. This means it was possible for me to have an orgasm—but highly unlikely.

To me the term “sexual freedom” meant freedom from having to have sex. And then along came Good Vibrations.
And was I surprised!
Now I am a regular Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

As a love subject, it surpasses my husband Harold by a country mile.
But please, this is no threat to the family unit; think of it as a kind of Hamburger Helper for the boudoir.

Can you afford one, you say? Can you afford not to have one, I say.
Why, the time it saves alone is worth the price.
I’d rank it up there with Minute Rice, Reddi-Wrap, and Pop-Tarts.

Ladies, it simply takes the guesswork out of making love.

“But doesn’t it kill the romance?” you say. And I say, “What doesn’t?”

So, what’ll it be? This deluxe kit? Or this purse-size model for the “woman on the go?”
Fits anywhere and comes with a silencer to avoid curious onlookers.

Ladies, it can be a real help to the busy married woman who has a thousand chores
and simply does not need the extra burden of trying to have an orgasm.

But what about the guilt, you say? Well, that thought did cross my mind.

But at one time I felt guilty using a cake mix instead of baking from scratch.

I learned to live with that. I can learn to live with this.

Thank you, Jane and Lily.

Listening to My Broccoli

 

From Anne Lamott’s BIRD BY BIRD:

It [listening to your broccoli] means, of course, that when you don’t know what to do,
when you don’t know whether your character would do this or that, you get quiet
and try to hear that still small voice inside.  It will tell you what to do.  The problem is
that so many of us lost access to our broccoli when we were children.  When we
listened to our intuition when we were small and then told the grown-ups what we
believed to be true, we were often either corrected, ridiculed, or punished.  
God forbid you should have your own opinions or perceptions — better to have head lice.

I realized yesterday that I am, indeed, listening to my broccoli.
I don’t yet have an entire first chapter of my new project,
but I’m taking my time with what I have written and, so far, love it.

Every book I’ve written has followed a different process,
and I’m hoping this one will be slow, steady, and broccoli-guided.

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And it just so happens broccoli is my favorite vegetable.
                       

He’s Baaack!

               

Again, I just glanced out the window and was puzzled to see
the newly-replenished feeder abandoned.

Where did everybody go?

Then I looked up . . .

                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011

Notice the balancing act.
                             

Tuesday’s Visitor

          

I suddenly realized all the finches and towhees had left the yard.
Why?

American Kestrel in the ‘hood.

                                                                © Tracy Abell 2011

As I snapped photo after photo, a few brave finches perched on the wires above,
and a squirrel ran along the fence behind the kestrel.

They aren’t exactly interacting, but it’s a peaceful coexistence.
We should all do so well.