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It’s 2:30 in the afternoon,

less than ten hours left in the day,

Blog Day,

and I’ve no idea what I’m writing / posting about today.

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I’ve plenty of ideas,

but none done,

nothing I can dash off at this,

the last minute.

Thus far,

I’ve got my writing done a few days in advance.

Not so idealistically

or goal-oriented as to get an edge on it

as it was writing when inspiration struck.

Inspiration hasn’t struck.

So I’m writing ,

about not writing.

Could be a very short post.

Or a very long one.

I have the impressive ability to talk a lot,

i.e. use a lot of words,

to convey simple stories and ideas.

Like nothing.

I don’t guess it gets much less than nothing.

Too much physics to wrap my

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head around describing

or talking about less than nothing

which would be negative.

Like a black hole.

Maybe it’s the “summer’s here” mindset,

you know,

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I’m a teacher, remember?

And yesterday was our last day.

And although I was assisting with one group,

I was it for my Spanish students.

And I gave the Final Exam yesterday.

And now I’m ready to

check out for a while.

Wait,

I’m always ready to check out,

But it doesn’t happen.

[refer to previous post [Disconnected, 5-9-14]

“I’m an artist, there’s never not something to do!”

and

[Drowning, 4-11-14]

“I’m a writer, there’s never nothing to say.

EVER.”

Remember the tabs?

My brain is always going,

no shut off valve.

Maybe this

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is my brain’s way of shut down.

Or system maintenance.

The server is down for maintenance.

Don’t know when it’ll be back.

It surprises me.

It’ll come back with some sort of surge.

Clever little pun there,

did ya catch it?

Surge?

Power surge,

surge of creativity and mental activity.

[wish it would translate to physical activity]

It’s my blog,

I’m allowed to be corny if I wanna.

Since I’m blaming this on summer lazy days,

I’ll mention a few of the

intended summer projects,

plans,

Since my days all run together,

the whole lazy days of summer really

hold little definition for me.

Same is true for artists.

There’s never time off.

And without the illusive cash flow,

much of my plans are more of a

wish list.

Like going to the beach.

Or driving to the mountains,

which I’m closer to.

I do have a sleep-over planned

for my granddaughter,

next week after the last day of school.

I’ll have six giggly little girlies here.

We’ll watch movies,

build a blanket fort,

or tent,

or maybe we’ll call it a Princess Castle.

We’ll play in the sprinkler

and paint footprints and handprints.

Might make mini-pizzas for supper

or hotdogs,

and I’ll make cinnamon biscuit balls for breakfast.

That’ll take care of one night,

and part of two days.

I love being outdoors,

and love working in the yard so

I’ll plant some daisies

and plant some grass seed.

I’ve a gift certificate

so I can go to Lowe’s

and get toys for the yard.

Toys being the daisies and grass seed.

And clippers to trim the shrubs,

and maybe new lawn chairs.

I have one,

a plastic one,

and it broke when the wind blew it off the porch.

It’s still sittable,

but only if I sit at an angle,

and don’t lean back.

There’s the ongoing,

perpetual project

of cleaning,

sorting,

My stuff.

In the house.

I’ve made great strides,

significant progress.

But it’s ongoing,

perpetual,

ever fluctuating.

Incoming mail,

bills,

junk.

Now that the semester is over,

I can set aside the lesson plans.

For now.

I’m looking ahead to the fall,

already framing in my mind

how I’ll take on the new year.

This past year,

I jumped in without a plan.

I started as a helper-outer,

and took on more as the year progressed.

This past semester,

my Spanish skills were called upon

to teach Español

to the single ninth grader,

and to the solitary seventh grader.

We’re a home school setting,

they share class time and space.

And that was all me.

I took from my college textbook,

and created lessons,

and we had fun.

And they learned.

I was one proud teacher yesterday when

they both gave their reports!

This led me to another project.

I’ll be offering workshops in Español this summer.

So I’ve lessons to plan for that.

Simple, really.

Basic day-to-day knowledge.

Daily stuff.

No grammar for the workshop,

just

“Hello, my name is,”

and “How are you?”

Stuff like that.

Maybe, “I want to buy some carrots.”

and

“How much does the horse cost?”

You know,

in case someone is selling a horse.

And you want to buy it.

Which,

by the way, is,

“¿Cuánto cuesta el caballo?”

Of course,

I’m reading.

Constantly reading.

One of the perks of being an author.

I could literally sit on the beach

[assuming I can get there]

and read all day and call it work.

Not only do I need

to read other authors,

which enhances my own work,

but I read to give reviews,

which then

[hopefully]

comes back to me

in the form of reviews for my own work.

Classic you-scratch-my-back-I’ll-scratch-yours.

Also called courtesy.

Also called I love this part of this job!

I’ve no small litany of

drawing and painting projects

in my head as well.

And a new pad,

a large one,

of watercolor paper.

Hey! Greg Marquez,

I’mma be watercoloring this summer!!

And making artist books.

Have I mentioned

I love making artist books?

I do.

I love books as art too,

made quite the fancy sculpture last spring.

And there’s the one I made for the poem I wrote.

Years ago.

Your Light in Me.

Of course,

I like to go for my walks,

and sit outside.

That’s holy time for me,

worship time,

communion time.

‘specially if it’s raining.

I’d be utterly remiss,

as a writer,

if I failed to give mention

to my writing.

Of course,

I’ll be writing.

I’ve one novel to promote

and #2 to write.

So I’ve much to do this summer.

If I can get past this

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Not if,

when,

for this I know.

The creative whim will strike,

the creativity will flow,

verily it doth flow,

if unseen just now.

And by next week,

or before next week at 2:30,

I’ll have something

written and posted already.

Something lovely

and polished.

Mayhap,

even profound.