Fish or Cut Bait Blogging: Daybook December 18, 2011

Outside My Window…

I may as well have a Widow’s Walk on my roof,

as in the days when wives stood watch

waiting for their husbands to arrive safely

from a journey at sea.


Our youngest daughter is driving home today

for Christmas

from Dallas (minimum 8 hours).


And so traveling mercies are on my mind.

Lately, I have been reading….

books about photography that were collecting dust

on my bookshelves.

I am waiting for the exposure triangle of aperture,

shutter speed, and ISO to

‘click’,

as I have been assured it will, because it is, alledgedly,

soooooo easy.


Flashback:  Riviera, Texas Elementary School

I am reading a math problem that begins with

“If a bus full of 36 children leaves school at

3:30 pm, and the bus driver drives at 50 miles per hour…”



And my creative, literary, open-ended, big idea brain starts to shut down.

And so I continue to wait for the exposure triangle to click.

This all goes to a list I have

been assembling in my mind.


This list is a typically quirky

White Spray Paint list,

including but not limited to:


* learning more about smokey eye makeup

and

*fish or cut bait blogging.


I found the magical solution to smokey eye makeup

application,

(for subdued daytime wear and as a solution to the sagging eyelids

I now have)

at the

Laura Mercier counter yesterday.

Timeout:

I am going to change some vocabulary here-

I do not like words like sagging  or drooping.



How about listless eyelids?

Unconcerned eyelids?

Disinteristed eyelids?


And so my quirky list continues.


It is time to fish or cut bait in my blogging.

I know-

those of us who are not blogging professionally

all feel this way periodically.

Blogging becomes an idea

I have to think of to write a post about,

rather than a spontaneous

feeling I can’t wait to write about.



When that happens for me, it may as well be a

Riviera Elementary word problem.


And so, is there a remedy for this feeling? 

Yes.


Fish or cut bait.


And yes, I am going to leave it at that.

If you have ever felt this way, you know what I mean.

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PS. I am going to fish.