Thinking is hard work (and so it should be…)

This post should have been titled ‘Shades of Grey’ but that phrase has been ruined by a terrible book about an abusive relationship, written by someone with no concept of what informed consent is.  However, it IS about the shades of grey that comprise Real Life. As with everyone who uses the internet (I imagine)…

Don’t laugh, it’s paid for.

This post is due, in part, to another blogger who’s writing I have been very much enjoying (Virtual Brush Box). As part of one of her past posts she wrote what seems like a throw away phrase: Don’t laugh, It’s paid for. This phrase has been sitting in my mind since I read it and…

Round up part four

Part One, Part Two and Part Three. Searching for the curious – Strangely enough, whilst looking for curiosity in others I have rediscovered some of it in myself, which makes me ridiculously happy. (I also find myself struggling to NOT judge people on their lack of curiosity…but that’s an on-going woe for me that I…

Round-up part three

Part One here and Part Two here. Avoiding Drama-Llamas and other assorted arseholes – I spoke up when I saw an injustice, stood up to be counted and creditted those around me…screw you arseholes. Pressing the keys – I have drawn, I have written, I haven’t yet designed a more efficent tractor but it’s on…

Next Round-up

Part two of my ass kicking, self reminding and gentle prodding…Part one here Doing stuff you don’t wanna – along with reining in my ego (a bit) pausing to consider what the other people in the room might be expert on has caused me to also admit the possibility that things may end up going…

Bring on the frogs!

One of my (many) self-destructive tendencies is procastination. After researching this I have concluded that I am better than some and worse than others, but it adversely affects me pretty much every work day. I manage to make deadlines and keep things on schedule, but I also spend a lot of time wishing for asteroid…

The simplest decision = the hardest work

I have long suspected that all of us face the same decision at some point in our lives. Some of us are never aware of it and I doubt if it always comes from a single event, but unconsciously or not all of us have to decide what sort of person we will be (refusing…

Is where as important as when?

I used to think that the view from my seat having an effect on my ability to write made me some sort of diva (sigh, I can’t possibly put pen to paper until I have just the right wallpaper, fountain pen, artisan water and/or meditation music…sigh) and that me being a diva let me off…