Friday, November 11, 2016

Winter is Coming, But Not Just Yet

 It may be the oppressiveness of the election season,
my personal sadness that the Cleveland Indians couldn't
quite bookend our summer sports miracle,
or the cold wet rain we've had so much of lately,
but the signs of winter seem to be coming early. 

A lot of tree branches are already bare.




There are some lovely displays of leaves around still, 
showing their fall colors off.






But a lot of the flowers that are usually blooming have faded
even my "Hardy Fall Mums".



I also usually have miniature roses right up to the first snow,  but they
retreated early this year,  at least almost all of them did.
But the other day I noticed one tiny rose bud trying to open.



And the other morning it bloomed.



So the baseball season may be done, and we may have turned back
the clocks, and half of America is stressed about
the election but not all of nature is giving up yet,
so long as a little bit of summer clings to life.





Wednesday, September 14, 2016

To Begin Again

I know, I've published very little to the blog in the past year or so.  There's been a lot going on: my mother died, followed by the death of one of my closest friends a week later.  My daughter took up theatre seriously and I have been a gypsy stage mom and troupe photographer for much of the last year. Last winter I retired from my job and have been spending a lot of time on house fix ups and other necessities.  In short I have been spending a lot of time accessing who and what I am and where the heck I am going, both in my life and in this blog.

Of course in the past I would have written about all this processing, but lately I haven't. The truth is I have been laboring under a serious case of writers block, and I am still working my way out. But I have pinpointed how I got into this mess in the first place.

A little over 2 years ago I was asked to become a staff writer for a web site called Lefty Pop.  It was a place to write, both humorously and seriously, about pop culture, politics, and all manner of other things.  For the first time I felt I was writing about the things I cared about, including politics and movies.  Then, in fall of 2014, the page folded.  This of course is something that happens all the time on the Internet, and it shouldn't have bothered me the way it did. But I was heartbroken. I felt myself being shoved back into the mommy blogger niche that I never really felt comfortable in.  I felt further hampered by the fact that humor blogs seem to get all the attention and following, and I am not really funny, especially on paper.  Meanwhile my kids were growing up and "mom" material seemed more and more limited.

And yet I love my blog,  I love the readers who take the time to interact. I love the friends I have made in the blogging community.  I was never aiming for high page counts or corporate reimbursements (good thing since none of it ever happened). In the all the time I wasn't writing I was still reading what others were posting. I really don't want to leave, but I do want to broaden my focus.

So, this blog will in the future be about whatever I want to talk about: current events, old movies, books, theatre, history and poetry. Sci-fi conventions. Medieval re-enactments.  I also hope to share more of the many, many photos I have been taking lately. The kids and family might even make the occasional appearance, but there is so much more going on in my world, and I feel my creativity hampered when I can't write about it.

I know this isn't the conventional wisdom.  Blogs are supposed to have a narrow focus, a few specific topics that draw viewers and advertisers.  Most of the articles I see about blogging anymore are not about anything creative, but about attracting advertisers. And to attract advertisers you must create a huge number of page views.  Well I tried to play that game, without success. I also hated it.  I realized that there was no reason to write things that I did not wish to read.

I can't be the only blogger out there who feels that way.  So let's be out own tribe--they who will not play by the rules.  I hope you enjoy what's here. And I hope you'll share your  nonconformities with me.