I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille

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!

 

Please enjoy!

 

COVID-19: Day 82: Early Mornings

Sunrise over cloudy mountain ridge

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My sleep pattern is really off — even for me.  It’s stress and tension and worry and current affairs.  It’s not quite 5 a.m., and I’ve been up for well over an hour.

For most of my adult life, I was a night owl.  Then I entered the halcyon days of going to bed at 10 p.m. with a book and waking at 6 or 7 a.m.  Then the Evil Menopause occurred, and sleep became elusive.  I’m either past that or have made peace with it, but now I’m stuck on the to-bed-by-8 and up at 4 a.m. pattern.  This is a problem.

It’s even more of a problem now because between 8 p.m. and 4 a.m. I’m up multiple times.  For water, to pee, to stare at the screen, to stare at the wall.  My mind churns, and my spirit is disturbed.

With current affairs being what they are (mayhem), I am sleep deprived.  I punctuate my late afternoon with a long nap, but I don’t think I’m getting enough hours in a row.  My dreams are vivid and, often, disturbing.  Working, writing, and tending to life’s daily chores are hard.

I need some peace, but that seems unlikely.  So.  I need to learn how to navigate this turmoil.  These are momentous times — I need to be sharp.

 

WestVirginiaVille: Office of Paragraphs — I’m now a staff member! Woo Hoo!

PRESS RELEASE: Our ‘Office of Paragraphs’ Ministers Up

I’m very pleased to accept a position as Minister of the Office of Paragraphs over at WestVirginiaVille.com.

WESTVIRGINIAVILLE is a selective & opinionated guide to some of the best writing, photography, video, and news on the life and times of West Virginia. They create their own multimedia features and also curate from other sources and take suggestions, too.  As the news business contracts and changes, feature and news-feature stories are often the first to go. This site is an attempt to fill that gap.

Take a gander at the site.  It soft-launched today and will gear-up in the days to come.  The goal is to have fun while creating and curating meaningful content.  Woo Hoo!

COVID-19: Day 44: Getting a groove on.

I’m settling into this.

I haven’t had much to talk about. I work. I  clean. I eat. I nap.  I sleep.  Day in and day out.

Yesterday, a friend approached me with a writing project.  Woo Hoo!  I need assignments to write and this one even came with a writing prompt.

“and she spilled it before he could tell her no”  — prompt from Bobby Lee Messer

I had to turn that into a 90-second spoken word story.  I did.  It takes a long while to write 250 cohesive and coherent words.  I figure I’ve got 5 hours and change into the latest draft.  Shorter is harder.

Tonight, I’m kinda embarrassed to say, I broke quarantine and had my mom in for dinner.  I cooked tacos.  By the time I carried them down the hill they were going to be cold.  We can’t be having cold (and wet, it’s raining) tacos.  So, we sat almost six feet apart and had dinner together.  You may recall that tacos My Way are my favorite meal.

It was nice to have an in-person conversation.  I did, however, unceremoniously throw her out once we were both eating. It’s one thing to bend rules.  It’s another to shatter them.