Not too much news on the writing/blogging front (besides the normal writing and blogging), but I thought in these recent days of so many free-books (fre-e-books?), I think it’s important that readers remember the wise words in this post by Glen Krisch. “Amazon Select: My own reader’s guidelines.” Check it out, then spread the word.
What does the future hold?
If you follow my blog, you’ll note that this isn’t the post I had originally planned for this week, but circumstance didn’t allow me the time I wanted to work on my intended piece. But rest assured, next Friday, I’ll be posting “End of the World Stories We Hate to Love, Part I (The Bible through Y2K).”
But without further ado…
A few years ago, a friend informed me that she had started a running list of things that she liked and didn’t like. And she wasn’t kidding. She pulled out a small notebook that she carried with her, and already several pages were filled with short details of things that struck her on a daily basis as being either “good” or “bad.”
I don’t remember most of them, but one I will never forget was that she liked when she was driving in the rain and went under a bridge… that momentary lapse in the sound of the rainfall on the car.
This idea of labeling things as “good” or “bad” sounds simplistic, but I loved the idea and gladly took on the project myself. It was a good examination of myself, and as a writer, it’s these small details that we can possibly use to bring a character or story to life someday.
Also as a writer, I like to bring things to a close. While she said that it was supposed to be a list that I continue (presumably for her in an endless collection of little notebooks), I made mine into something more akin to a piece of prose (but still mostly just a random list 🙂 ).
So NOW without further ado…
As Far as Heads from Tails
The God and the Devil in the Details
I like a list that mixes a little wisdom with a little humor.
I don’t like waking up in an empty tent. I don’t know. It just feels like you’re missing out on something, and when you finally stumble out, you unfailingly find everyone else already sitting around the little breakfast campfire, halfway through their first cup of coffee and right at the punch line of some unbelievably hilarious joke.
I love the little shoots of new growth on Evergreen trees when hiking the late-Spring mountains, so much brighter green and more delicate than the previous years’ growth.
I don’t like the little, pink, sweat lines on my belly from sitting shirtless on a chair in the sun. You just know they’re not getting tan, and even when you stand up, you’ll still have these little pink lash marks across your stomach. Dammit!
I like a restaurant where the server asks if you’ve been there before. It usually means you’re in for a treat, something out of the ordinary, sometimes even a small performance just for the price of a good meal.
I don’t like people at conferences who are sure to ask at least one question of every speaker in order to be noticed.
I like the house where a party is being held when the party has moved to the backyard and you remain in the kitchen to talk with only one other.
I really don’t like “high five!”
but the low five will live forever. Dig it, man.
I don’t like when resources is pronounced rezources, and mature with a hard t sound. Too close to manure, which is often what most people who pronounce it that way are full of when they speak of maturity. And much as I try to hate the sin and love the sinner, it’s funnier or funniest, and more fun or most fun. It’s a simple rule, people.
I love removing the form boards from fresh concrete. Much like God must’ve felt, I imagine. I have made a creation of solid stone. (Okay, I realize how much this one is just plain wrong, but it sounded good when I wrote it)
In a city as drought-ridden as Las Vegas, it seems pretty ridiculous to have as many automatic flush toilets as they do. I just don’t like automatic flush toilets in general.
I hate lists that go on too long, so…
I adore food.
I love sex.
I love to be scared.
It makes me laugh to giggle.
It feels better when I’ve wept.
I love to live.
I live to love.
I’d hate to die,
but I look forward to what’s next.
What do I want from you?
I’d love your comments on any of my likes or dislikes.
Or I’d love to hear one or two of your own. And I hope this inspires you to start your own little list. It’s been a few years since I wrote this (obvious by the automatic flush toilets comment. They’re everywhere now), and seeing it again has made me want to start up a new one.
And don’t forget to check back next Friday for “End of the World Stories We Hate to Love, Part I (The Bible through Y2K).”
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