Tonight, I am watching “You’ve Got Mail” for about the twentieth time and as always it has inspired me to write. Write something. Write nothing. Just write. I absolutely love the quirkily charming prose in this film. Like, “I would give you a bouquet of sharpened pencils…”. Love it.
Words. Simple and benign yet so filled with potential. They can be harmful or healing. Dull or enlightening. When I read a piece of great writing I am overcome with the desire to do the same. But great writing. What is that? It’s different to everyone, of course. I enjoy the kind that comes across like it didn’t take any effort. But easy it is not. He he. For me anyway.
I’m often inspired but then…blank, blankety blank blank. Nothing comes out of me. At least not anything that will have you quaking in your boots. But that’s okay. I’m not a boot quaker. I’m more of a – head tilter. Or a – shoulder shrugger.
As the cooler weather tumbles in I’m drawn more to my computer and your writing – those of you putting down your own words and publishing them for us all to read. In a nutshell, I guess I’ve become a “cold weather friend”. Get it? Tee hee. Incidentally, I’m more of a smirker than laugh-out-louder. 😀
As for my days lately, they are the same. School most mornings and then some kind of something in the afternoons.
The other day Jennifer’s family (sans Jennifer) came over and the kids did some dirt biking. We don’t have bikes but they brought theirs and invited us to give it a go. Jen’s husband was kind enough to teach us and we each had the opportunity to pilot a bike.
In the tv watching department, we’ve been watching an incredibly, fascinating, superbly, done series called “Prehistoric Earth“. It’s made by the BBC and has the same feel as “The Planet Earth Series” except they use amazing animatronics and sophisticated computer graphics to show creatures from prehistoric times. I’d definitely recommend it. Go here to read a review.
Today, our sechedule is wide open. School, cleaning, and baking is on the agenda so far, but our day rarely goes as planned. We’ll see what happens…