The clouds parted, and the sun shone with such force I had to squint. It was if the sun had been holding on to its heat and light and released it all at once. The darkness of the day beat a hasty retreat. The leaves glowed, the landscape glistened, the water sparkled, and there I was, sitting on the dock, taking it all in. All of this beauty was so perfect it was almost beyond belief.
Suddenly, to my far right, I saw a distinctive grey flutter. With a wave of a wing, a heron had given its position away amid the tall reeds and barely moving water. This was a mere moment in time, and watching it unfold was like watching a breeze blow through a meadow. He took to the sky within the space of a heartbeat; a graceful, effortless lift. He spread his wings wide, and with long, leisurely beats, started to make his way towards me following the line of the creek. I held my breath. This was an aerial dance unlike any other, and before I knew it, he was passing right in front of my eyes. And that’s when it happened: the biggest discharge of bird poop I’d ever seen (and the windshield of our car has seen plenty). It reminded me of those old war movies in which planes machine gunned soldiers below as they ran for their lives: RA-TA-TA-TA. But these weren’t military manoeuvres I was seeing, this was nature, and the only sound to be heard was the splashdown of the aforementioned bird poop and a ring of laughter. (Mine, not the bird’s.)
I’m still wondering what this all meant. I’m a rational person but part of me believes in omens. Was this a lucky sighting? Or a foreshadowing of things to come?
Coming soon, a bit more about the cabin on the creek.
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Further to yesterday’s post about writing…
The other day I downloaded an app called Healthier. I’ve had it running on my desktop computer at home, and I think it’s pretty cool so far.
Basically, it runs quietly in the background and forces me to take a break and complete a desk-friendly exercise at regular intervals. Here’s the one I just completed:
After I was done I had a few minutes left, so I spent the rest of the time marching around my house, focusing on my posture and my breathing. When the timer went off I sat down and started working again.
I’m sure there are a million other productivity apps out there, but this happens to be the one I’m trying out right now. I still need to spend a bit more time with it. If you have a good productivity app, I’d love to hear about it!
Related: This is a really good article about productivity. New research shows exactly how much down time we should be taking. (And no, we shouldn’t be using it to surf Facebook.)
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It is Deadline City around here this past week and I’ve had my head down, writing. And when I haven’t been writing I am thinking about writing, and reading other people’s writing, and dreaming about writing. Since I’ve been doing that for awhile now, I’m happy to say that I’ve finally figured out what works for me.
- My best time for writing is in the morning.
- I must be sufficiently caffeinated.
- I usually sit at my desk, on my desktop computer, although I have been known to use my Chromebook in the family room.
- I use MS-Word. The font of choice is always Cambria 16.
I also don’t like to be disturbed while I’m writing, so when the family is home I shut the office door to keep the hubbub out. Unfortunately, this doesn’t always work. There’s always someone who wants to come in, interrupt, and hang out. Like this dood:
What are your writerly needs? I’d love to hear what you need to do in order to get some writing done!
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