At the behest of my writing group partner, Beverly Bisbee, I took her daughter’s, Kathy Bisbee’s, class on digital storytelling. It may have changed my life. I get to combine my love of photographs and images with my love of storytelling.
This video is my first foray in this medium. It still needs work and probably always will, but I want to share it. This represents hours of work. Hopefully, I’ll get better and faster. Please enjoy!
Several months ago I was approached by Bobby Lee Messer about doing a video reading of my work. I said sure, but he had to provide the writing prompt. He did. And I wrote. And he videoed.
It was fascinating! I’ve never seen that side of things before and had no idea what went into making a 3-minute video. A lot of work!
The editor at WestVirginiaVille, where I’m the Minister of Paragraphs, published the video this afternoon. I look old and fat, but that’s okay. This was about new experiences and it was a grand one!
This has now been going on for 100 days for me. I have been socially isolated and/or masked for 100 days. I’ve been out very little, but I have been out — to the grocery store or to my office for the most part.
I’m weary of the whole thing, but we’re still in the first wave!
Wear a mask, please! This is never going to be over if you don’t. People you love will die if you don’t. This is serious shit! It’s not rocket science. It’s not a liberal conspiracy.
This could have been over already! Instead, the numbers are going up. Wear. A. Mask.
Photo by Joshua Hoehne on Unsplash
I’m in a mood today. I’m as gray and cloudy as is it outside right now.
It’s technically Day 93 of my social-distancing at home. I was at the office for two full days last week. Hoo boy! The bustle and noise of downtown Huntington just did me in. It’s quiet here on my hill — very quiet. It seems I have adapted. Just getting to Huntington set my nerves on edge — I have about a half-hour commute. As far as commutes go, it’s not bad, but when you’ve been pretty much nowhere for 80-odd days, the traffic is surprising and unsettling. So much so that here it is Sunday, my favorite day of the week, and I’m still unsettled.
I was in the office to do battle with the Never-Ending Tech Problems of June 2020. Truly, my nerves are shot. I’ve spent hours in tech support trying to sort out email problems. The good news is we are moving the whole kit ‘n caboodle to cloud-based this week. The downside of that is that I will need to spend most of this coming week in the office.
Tomorrow is Chef Boy ‘R Mine’s birthday. That should cheer me up so that this mood does not persist much longer. Truly, I can’t stand myself right now, so here’s to hoping I get over my first world problems and develop some gratitude for the life of privilege that I live.