With The Hope Of Calming You

Until now, I’ve never noticed a steel-blue sky…

Re-Emerging Poet

Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.

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It seems that I am getting back into poetry. I’ve dug up the (unintentional) time capsule that contained a lot of my old work and have begun to revamp…

Consequently, the old stuff is unrecognisable. In fact, they are almost new poems entirely.

So far, this year, I’ve submitted twice and will submit again today.

Sometimes, I display my poetry drafts in the newsletters that go out to my mailing list — I’m not keen on including poems here that I am planning to submit for publication. Anyway, if you are curious about my poetry or anything else I include in my “letters”, you may want to subscribe too.

My Second Meme

Nicked from Dawno

Last Book Read: The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood — still reading it.

Last Live Music Show Seen: It would have been Jamiroquai last December, *loud sob*, but I fell sick; now I have to go all the way back to Pearl Jam in 2003.

Last CD Purchased: Eva Cassidy’s American Tune and Elvis as Recorded at Madison Square Garden

Last Thing Cooked: Ravioli

Last New Thing Eaten: Consumed perhaps? Today I tried freshly squeezed pineapple, watermelon and orange juice; have never had that combination before.

Last Thing Bought: A book! A second-hand copy of D H Lawrence’s Women In Love for five dollars at Adelaide’s good ol’ Book Exchange.

Last Gift Received: My Christmas gifts are still quite fresh. But here is one of my favourite ones…

Last Piece of Clothing Bought or Received as a Gift: I splurged at Cue store.

Last Embarrassing Experience: Answering a question I heard incorrectly. Meh, that’s chronic anyway. Thanks to my “unreliable” hearing. (Note to reader: don’t ever rely on my hearing ability.)

Last Totally New Experience: Watching the colours completely change during last night’s sunset.

(Okay, I’ll stop referring to photos I’ve taken.)

Last Foreign Country Visited, if any: I haven’t been abroad yet – it’s scheduled for this October! – so, do dirty public toilets count? They’re… kinda… foreign.

Last New Bird Seen (substitute an enthusiasm of your own if not a birder): Woh, weirdo question. I work in the city and therefore see new girls every day. Um.

Last Big Achievement: Getting two poetry submissions out in the space of two weeks. (Big enough for me, considering I haven’t submitted anything in years.)

You can find my first meme here.

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Peeping Moons

Perhaps a crazy shot. It’s a reflection of some sunlight magic. I like it ’cause it makes me think there are moon-like civilians peeping into our lounge room.

Case Logged, Reference Number Is…

As promised, I’m creating an entry every time my day job proves to be too much for me. Today was a winning day.

Before I share the sorry-ass highlights, let it be known that I don’t dedicate this entry to every user that rang the helpdesk today to log yet another problem with MS Outlook and damned meeting requests. Ugh. Or to the woman that sat next to me in Billy Baxter’s at lunch and felt the need to stare me out for the entire hour. I fantasised about returning her rudeness by saying something juicy like, are you going to propose? If it weren’t for the sweet-looking children sitting beside her, then she would not have been spared.

So, highlights were:

1) When Hubby made me laugh about something he wrote in an email to my father and then again in an sms message. Horrifically lame, but true! (Actually, I received the sms after I left work. So I guess half of that highlight is kind of void.)

2) I offered one of my poems to be critiqued on a forum and I got some lovely and worthwhile comments from readers.

3) I read a cute story by Andy about greedy swans.

In case you haven’t noticed, my highlights have nothing to do with the day job itself; precisely the problem here! One step at a time: Professional writing course enrolment — CHECK; new writing-related day job — IMPENDING.

Someone posted the following on AW, she’d seen it on an American TV show:

This evening’s episode featured an overly-artistic writer, who, distraught over his novel, decided the best way to put it behind him was to eat it. Literally.

I don’t recommend this. First, they had to perform surgery on the guy to remove all the accumulated pages in his bowel (a bezoar, they called it). Second, after they noticed he’d become crazier post-surgery, he was diagnosed with mercury poisoning because the element existed in the paper and ink he’d used.

Crazy.

No, I won’t be eating my clients. Or even MS Outlook itself — though that would be quite the challenge. (It’d be mighty difficult to swallow all the 000010101111110101000001111010s anyway.) (Gawd, I have been in IT for far too long.)

The point is, five seconds ago I completed this If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be? quiz type thing and I got Cult Classic — with one of the movies being Office Space. Ironic eh?

Jen Becomes A Student Again

Checked out the offers in the paper this morning — I’m in! Hurrah! See it in neon here: Advanced Diploma In Professional Writing

It’s only part-time, but 4 years worth.

Also, I hope to get back the story I submitted for the entry process so that I can get it published.

Site note: my father tells me that when I write or speak in third person, it makes him uncomfortable.

Marketer

Right.

For me, the year 2006 is going to be synonymous with submit.

Another Thought About Journeys

The world is a book and he who stays at home reads only one page.

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Happy New Year everyone. First entry for 06. Good to have you back.

And I Love this quote. I really do.