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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQH85cSp7ImA9WxBTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767</id><updated>2009-12-08T14:07:41.129-05:00</updated><title>G's Cottage</title><subtitle type="html">My little haven by the side of the "virtual" road; with apologies to Sam Walter Foss (1858-1911).</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/GsCottage" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>GsCottage</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQH8_fip7ImA9WxBTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-6306103439108745188</id><published>2009-12-08T13:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:07:41.146-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-08T14:07:41.146-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>End of the year and time to review</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sx6eST6Uh2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pib40V3B8zw/s1600-h/Clock_Adams_bw_20080526_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" title="clock_tower" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sx6eST6Uh2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pib40V3B8zw/s200/Clock_Adams_bw_20080526_thumb.jpg" alt="clock_tower" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937839565637474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;December is the last month on the calendar year. I have been doing year end reviews and new year planning for a while now and publishing those here since 2007. Actually my first real post when I started this blog in January of 2007 was &lt;a href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-found-laurels-post-here.html"&gt;my God list&lt;/a&gt; for the year.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you’ve been reading for a while you are probably aware that I don’t make traditional New Year’s Resolutions. Based on my experience, and from many years of observing others play, the New Year’s Resolution game I have found it to be basically meaningless. But I also have moved away from the God list model that I picked up a long time ago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I moved beyond these two models not because I thought the idea of setting a direction and goals for the year or seeking God’s providence in those was without merit. It has actually been the deepening of my conviction that this process done seriously and thoughtfully has had a substantial influence on how the year plays out whether or not the original script has remained intact that has nudged me to explore other systems that work better with my style of conceptualizing ideas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look at my life overall and at distinct categories like personal growth, work and professional development, and writing. I tend to prioritize my objectives along the lines of who am I going to be; what am I going to do; and then what do I want to have. There are exceptions but generally I have fewer disconnects keeping this process in mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing I will spend a lot of time evaluating will be my &lt;a href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-word-of-year-cultivate.html"&gt;word for the year&lt;/a&gt;, cultivate, and finding the word for next year; although I have a hint of what it might be. Choosing a word was an idea I read at &lt;a href="http://christinekane.com/blog/resolution-revolution-a-better-way-to-start-your-year/"&gt;Christine Kane's&lt;/a&gt; blog in December 2007. Some people choose a scripture as their theme for the year and this is a useful tool as well. Since I started this planning process I haven’t been able to come up with any verses for the year in advance; so at present a word suffices. However, every word of the year I have used so far has eventually connected to at least one verse I have found meaningful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you review and plan at the change of the year? Do you have a system or do you “wing it?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-6306103439108745188?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/ouHDH7x_VUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/6306103439108745188/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=6306103439108745188&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6306103439108745188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6306103439108745188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/ouHDH7x_VUU/end-of-year-and-time-to-review.html" title="End of the year and time to review" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sx6eST6Uh2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Pib40V3B8zw/s72-c/Clock_Adams_bw_20080526_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-year-and-time-to-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMAQH89cCp7ImA9WxNaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-5448665063456266923</id><published>2009-12-03T15:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:34:01.168-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-03T15:34:01.168-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>First Week of Christmas: Light</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sxgcun3aESI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9o6CsSn26eY/s1600-h/Tin_Lantern_Adams_C300_20091203_024_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 153px;" title="tin_lantern" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sxgcun3aESI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9o6CsSn26eY/s200/Tin_Lantern_Adams_C300_20091203_024_thumb.jpg" alt="tin_lantern" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411106539586588962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a lantern fashioned from a tin can that once held store-bought green beans. It was simple to make; and yet, it is profoundly symbolic of the season.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether as individuals we are religious or not lights and symbols of light are part of our December and the end of the year holidays traditions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the Biblical account of Christmas the skies over the fields surrounding &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; were illuminated when the angels told the shepherds about the baby born in a stable nearby; and an unusually brilliant star guided three wise men to also find their way to the same stable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The use of light in Christian observances of Christmas are also said to refer to the verse&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;about the birth of the Messiah in Isaiah 9:2, “The people that sat in darkness have seen a great light…,” and which Jesus is quoted as referring to himself in Matthew 4:16.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since those modest beginnings the Christmas season has become a veritable season of lights as candles, light strings, and illuminated displays have become part of our collective memories whether or not individuals hold to the religious roots of Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my earliest memories is arriving at grandmother’s house after dark and seeing her bay windows in the living room outlined with strings of electric lights. In town on the courthouse lawn the boughs of the community tree were weighed down with strands bearing giant light bulbs of red, blue, green and white.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my own home I like to have electric candles in the windows and a lighted tree. I also have lots of candles, both decorative tapers and scented tea lights, in every room. Candles convey such warmth and a sense of being home that brings an added dimension to this time of year. And the glow once they are lighted has a calming effect that helps counteract the stress and tension that can threaten to rob us of the joy and wonder of this time of year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How do you use light at this time of year? Do your year end traditions and celebrations include lights and metaphors about light?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-5448665063456266923?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/HRAxXXYalrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/5448665063456266923/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=5448665063456266923&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5448665063456266923?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5448665063456266923?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/HRAxXXYalrY/first-week-of-christmas-light.html" title="First Week of Christmas: Light" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sxgcun3aESI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9o6CsSn26eY/s72-c/Tin_Lantern_Adams_C300_20091203_024_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-week-of-christmas-light.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDQn85fip7ImA9WxNaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-3005603897324713166</id><published>2009-12-01T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:31:13.126-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T16:31:13.126-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>NaNoWriMo 2009: the last word</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SxWJEyGKz6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4fW5ukhTFsQ/s1600/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 115px;" title="nanowrimo_banner" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SxWJEyGKz6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4fW5ukhTFsQ/s320/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" alt="nanowrimo_banner" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410381242615648162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it’s over. &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/a&gt; for 2009 is now history. As of midnight the novels stopped being uploaded to the verification site. The counters stopped counting. The writers who had not yet crashed from exhaustion made one last save of their precious baby projects and turned off their computers or put away their pens and stowed their notebooks in a fire safe. The last light was turned out.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first thing that hits you is “it’s so quiet.” Not just the absence of machine humming and keyboard clacking, but the mind is quiet for the first time in more than thirty days because it doesn’t have to figure out how to get tomorrow’s word goal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second thing that hits you is “wow that was fast;” and it was. There’s a saying that “time flies when you’re having fun” so as fast as November just flew by we should have had a ball, right? Well, most of us did. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know my group of online writing buddies had a blast. This was our core group’s third year together having met serendipitously in a NaNo forum in 2007. We not only wrote a combined total of 1,004,504 words in our novels, but we wrote almost 1500 forum posts on our three threads as well. We were laughing so loud that buddies from other threads started crashing; hey, White House dinner parties have got nothing on us. Of course most soon discovered they were too many inside jokes behind and left but some read the archives, became converts, and stayed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing that hits you next is that you’re starving and exhausted. It takes a few days to reorient to life without NaNo. Once the sleep and food issues are taken care of there is suddenly time for a movie, or net surfing; and of course the coming holidays and the shopping season vie to fill up all that spare time that is weighing heavily on your hands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My NaNo experience this year was far more positive than last year. I had too much happening behind the scenes last year to really stay focused on it. Also last year I was working on a very difficult period-specific piece that as it progressed I came to realize I had far too little research and background to create. This year I went back to my 2007 start of three characters, a place, and something that happened. This works much better for me when I need to keep moving forward. A generic draft can always be remodeled in period-specific details in rewrite later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year I did not have internet access at home. This was both a point of irritation and a blessing. The blessing was that I did not have access to the distraction of the around the clock forum chatter. When I was home I could write until my hands dropped off for the day. The irritation was that I had to go to the library or to my family’s to check-in with the group and regional updates, and update my word counts. Sometimes the NaNo servers are busy during business hours so it was a challenge to wade through time-outs to get in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My manuscript totaled 55025 words. It has 21 chapters, a prologue and an afterword. It is not even close to being a book at this point. It actually is not really a decent workable draft. This year’s version is not at all linear with time and place jumping in every other section. But the point of NaNoWriMo is not an instantly publishable book. The point is to stop saying “some day I’m going to write a book;” and actually sit down and write. Decide later if it’s a publishable idea to rewrite and refine, but sit down now and write it down before you forget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that’s what I did. I took three characters, placed them somewhere, and had something happen where one of them did it to one of the others, and the third knew about it. From that humble beginning grew more than 50K words and 166 double-spaced pages. Really anybody could do that even if not in 30 days. But writing a book as an amateur isn’t limited to NaNoWriMo. If someone wrote a page a day for 166 days, they would achieve something similar and it would only require about 30 minutes of commitment per day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So who thinks they’d like to try writing a novel? What would you write about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-3005603897324713166?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/-L5QZU01uiE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/3005603897324713166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=3005603897324713166&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/3005603897324713166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/3005603897324713166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/-L5QZU01uiE/nanowrimo-2009-last-word.html" title="NaNoWriMo 2009: the last word" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SxWJEyGKz6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4fW5ukhTFsQ/s72-c/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/12/nanowrimo-2009-last-word.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECQHs6cSp7ImA9WxNaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-5697670162642690074</id><published>2009-11-26T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:01:01.519-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-26T00:01:01.519-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>Thanksgiving 2009</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sw1ythGDbwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Nrbj4aDzzXY/s1600/Harvest_Adams_C300_200809_143_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sw1ythGDbwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Nrbj4aDzzXY/s320/Harvest_Adams_C300_200809_143_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408104853845274370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In heartfelt gratitude to all my faithful readers and visitors who over the past year have been:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;opeful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ppreciative &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;nowledgeable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;erene &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;racious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nspiring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ivacious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ngenious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;oteworthy (and) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;enial&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Best wishes for a very Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours from G’s Cottage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-5697670162642690074?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/WhJCCa_3KpQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/5697670162642690074/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=5697670162642690074&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5697670162642690074?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5697670162642690074?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/WhJCCa_3KpQ/thanksgiving-2009.html" title="Thanksgiving 2009" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sw1ythGDbwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Nrbj4aDzzXY/s72-c/Harvest_Adams_C300_200809_143_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBQng7eCp7ImA9WxNaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-8291817997310842026</id><published>2009-11-25T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:07:33.600-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T13:07:33.600-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>The Winner's Badge</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sw1xwO7xlvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/g519YFWr4LU/s1600/Nanowrimo+winner+badge_lg_20091125_crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 240px;" title="nanowrimo_winners_badge" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sw1xwO7xlvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/g519YFWr4LU/s320/Nanowrimo+winner+badge_lg_20091125_crop.JPG" alt="nanowrimo_winners_badge&amp;quot;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408103800998303474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case there were any doubting Thomases, the winner's badge is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a wrap up and summary next Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-8291817997310842026?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/Dzz0n42OkMg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/8291817997310842026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=8291817997310842026&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8291817997310842026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8291817997310842026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/Dzz0n42OkMg/winners-badge.html" title="The Winner's Badge" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sw1xwO7xlvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/g519YFWr4LU/s72-c/Nanowrimo+winner+badge_lg_20091125_crop.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/winners-badge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFSHg4cCp7ImA9WxNaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-5788611310011902283</id><published>2009-11-24T15:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:41:59.638-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-24T15:41:59.638-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>NaNoWriMo Week Four: I made it!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SwxDLrNK2RI/AAAAAAAAAf8/I1yQ_KeOYfE/s1600/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 98px;" title="nanowrimo_banner" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SwxDLrNK2RI/AAAAAAAAAf8/I1yQ_KeOYfE/s320/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" alt="nanowrimo_banner" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407771120420706578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it's week four of &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/a&gt;. While I can't announce that I'm a winner today because the verification system isn't active yet; I can announce that I have as of today 50833 words in this year's project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are still plugging away, you can do it. Just have big faith and believe hard. Well, that and keep punching out words on those keyboards. That purple bar will be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fingers are starting to rebel and I still have a Thanksgiving post to plan for Thursday, so I am signing of for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-5788611310011902283?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/3HyORNricV4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/5788611310011902283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=5788611310011902283&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5788611310011902283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5788611310011902283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/3HyORNricV4/nanowrimo-week-four-i-made-it.html" title="NaNoWriMo Week Four: I made it!" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SwxDLrNK2RI/AAAAAAAAAf8/I1yQ_KeOYfE/s72-c/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-week-four-i-made-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDRXk7fCp7ImA9WxNbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-6519259242619392532</id><published>2009-11-17T16:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:14:34.704-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-17T16:14:34.704-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>NaNoWriMo Week 3 Update</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SwMPtYyJ5vI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aTz38hIz5NY/s1600/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 96px;" title="nanowrimo_banner" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SwMPtYyJ5vI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aTz38hIz5NY/s200/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" alt="nanowrimo_banner" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405181250196072178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a really short post. Probably one for the records on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have hit the no man's land of middle &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;. It's where you realize you've come too far to quit but there is still so far to go to get that 50K words (or in my case 60K words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present I'm just shy of 35K words added to this years NaNovel. And really at this point it's a good place to be. My story has been less than linear this time around but that's okay. Our group is now working on the second half million of our group challenge of a million or more total words logged to our NaNo projects by the close at midnight November 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made today's quota so I have to close for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-6519259242619392532?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/gAzscbecSUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/6519259242619392532/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=6519259242619392532&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6519259242619392532?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6519259242619392532?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/gAzscbecSUo/nanowrimo-week-3-update.html" title="NaNoWriMo Week 3 Update" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SwMPtYyJ5vI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aTz38hIz5NY/s72-c/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-week-3-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENQHc8cSp7ImA9WxNbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-6752409886363346892</id><published>2009-11-12T15:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:01:31.979-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T16:01:31.979-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="History" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Support" /><title>Forgotten sacrifice of veterans’ families</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Svx06FVUG_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/RINgsXdPTYg/s1600-h/Veterans_Memorial_film_Adams_200307_003_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 259px;" title="veterans_memorial" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Svx06FVUG_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/RINgsXdPTYg/s200/Veterans_Memorial_film_Adams_200307_003_thumb.jpg" alt="veterans_memorial" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403322194150562802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;a href="http://www1.va.gov/opa/vetsday/vetdayhistory.asp"&gt;Veterans Day&lt;/a&gt;. It is right and proper to set aside a day for remembering the sacrifices our Armed Forces Veterans have made and many continue to make.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But there is a group of people who have given as much, and in some cases more, who really never receive the recognition their sacrifices deserve. Those are the families of veterans; the parents and wives and siblings and children whose sacrifice of a normal life made it possible for their loved one to devote a period of time to serving and defending their country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes the effect on the families of veterans is dismissed as a temporary inconvenience, but the changes to the whole family and every member of it are as significant and permanent as those of the veterans themselves. And yet so often they are unrecognized and under appreciated for their contributions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It doesn’t require an act of Congress or a date on the calendar or a monument or a cheesy certificate signed by the President to acknowledge someone’s contribution and express appreciation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you know a veteran’s family member? Does she or he know their country appreciates their service too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: In the interest of full disclosure; I am the former wife of a United States Air Force Retired Officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-6752409886363346892?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/DwmnKatqTyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/6752409886363346892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=6752409886363346892&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6752409886363346892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6752409886363346892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/DwmnKatqTyE/forgotten-sacrifice-of-veterans.html" title="Forgotten sacrifice of veterans’ families" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Svx06FVUG_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/RINgsXdPTYg/s72-c/Veterans_Memorial_film_Adams_200307_003_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgotten-sacrifice-of-veterans.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4HRXkyeSp7ImA9WxNUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-2479860222679905562</id><published>2009-11-10T15:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:12:14.791-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T15:12:14.791-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>NaNoWriMo Week 2 Update</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvnGaMRpN2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/3ZLDvSJIGIc/s1600-h/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 121px;" title="nanowrimo_banner" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvnGaMRpN2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/3ZLDvSJIGIc/s200/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" alt="nanowrimo_banner" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402567381281748834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re at week two of &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those interested in the stats: I have logged 22K words, my 15 NaNo buddies combined word count is hovering at about half a million and therefore halfway to our group word goal. Of course that doesn’t count the nearly three-quarters of a million words in support posts we have published on our group forum thread and Facebook walls. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That first week went by in a blur. In way that first week reminded me of the start of the Great Ocean of Fire race in the film &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hidalgo_%28film%29"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hidalgo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a long distance race over many days but the way some of the competitors charged off the line gives the impression that it’s won on the first day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NaNoWriMo is a month-long novel writing challenge – a race if you want to think of it that way. It’s possible, and some have even done it, to write all 50K words on the first day. If the only thing you come for is the 50K words and the purple bar in your profile, then that’s what you’ll get. Some of us come for other reasons in addition to the purple bar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I find there is a spiritual component to doing NaNo. In a way it is every bit a wilderness experience as the Great Ocean of Fire or &lt;a href="http://www.orthodoxphotos.com/readings/LG/wilderness.shtml"&gt;Jesus’ 40 days&lt;/a&gt; in the wilderness. In order to get to the finish at all you have to strip your life down to essentials.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the film &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hopkins&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has his horse, as much food and water as he can carry, a shifting mixture of faith and his wits, and the guidance of his appointed interpreter to survive the desert and its hazards. The Bible says that Jesus had nothing but spiritual communion with God for 40 days to sustain him against Satan’s temptations. During NaNo it comes down to the writer and his or her writing tools, infusions from a support network, and overcoming their own demons in order to write a novel in 30 days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one comes out of any of these experiences the same person they were when they started. You learn something about the stuff you are made of. Participating in NaNoWriMo challenges what is really important on your list of activities. The process of writing day after day forces you to start listening to the things that are floating around loose in your head and making choices about those ideas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only a few NaNoWriMos will ever become published and paid as an author; that’s the reality. Far more, however, find and eventually act on what is really important to do with their lives that contribute to the greater good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you undertaken something challenging and found you came away with something you didn’t expect?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-2479860222679905562?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/HVbc24E6LM0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/2479860222679905562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=2479860222679905562&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2479860222679905562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2479860222679905562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/HVbc24E6LM0/nanowrimo-week-2-update.html" title="NaNoWriMo Week 2 Update" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvnGaMRpN2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/3ZLDvSJIGIc/s72-c/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-week-2-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECQXk6eyp7ImA9WxNUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-5067536890740662900</id><published>2009-11-05T12:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:11:00.713-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T13:11:00.713-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>Creating Home: update</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvMTL8es5uI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3_-nppgBXD4/s1600-h/Fall+_Wreath_Adams_C300_20091105_002_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" title="fall_wreath" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvMTL8es5uI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3_-nppgBXD4/s200/Fall+_Wreath_Adams_C300_20091105_002_thumb.jpg" alt="fall_wreath" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400681474081744610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In August I wrote about creating a new home as part of a transition in &lt;a href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-is-not-just-where-you-hang-your.html"&gt;Home is not just where you hang your hat&lt;/a&gt;. With the holidays coming up, home and a sense of being at home is more important that ever. So it seemed a good time to do an update on my own home creation in conjunction with writing about &lt;a href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-change-and-anticipating-holidays.html"&gt;getting ready for the holidays&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;First let me be clear that I am not finished settling in. My original plan was to allow a full year for getting through all the cartons and becoming truly settled in. Since this is more like a marathon than a dash my pacing feels about right overall. There are occasional sprints for position like finding a conversation space in the living room or the space to have my granddaughter spend the night; but overall I am rather methodically going from project to project.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A lot has been accomplished since my last post. When I wrote that post I was wedged among stacks of furniture, cartons and storage tubs. The dining room was box city and unusable. There was a single path from the front door through the length of my apartment. I was in the door but not really living.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Since then I have unpacked and tossed half the cartons as well as sorted and downsized about half the tubs. I can entertain guests and eat at my dining table. I have living, work and resting space. The best part is that my bedroom is starting to feel like a real retreat space.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But some of this progress came at a price. Some things I had to give up. Some things were easier than others things to give up. Five cartons of used books had to go. I still have plenty of books, never fear. I also had to choose between the dining table and the buffet since there wasn’t room for both. There will probably be more things to be given up as time goes by, but I’ll cross those bridges when they come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I made a couple of acquisitions too. You may wonder where I had room for anything else but trust me these earn their keep. When the buffet went I knew I would eventually need a small serving cart. Well a free one showed up across the street. It’s very compact but can be unfolded to make a longer serving space. The other piece I picked up was a headboard for my bed. I found a lovely one at a charity fundraiser for $15.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One of the things I have started doing is getting out my decorative pieces and hanging things on the walls. My fall things have been out since Labor Day and will stay up through Thanksgiving. I’m not expecting to host anybody’s traditional Thanksgiving dinner but I have plans to do some small-scale entertaining and that means I need to take care of some unfinished tasks. Anticipating the holidays and the indoor living of the winter months takes some fore-thought for a new or temporary home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The biggest consideration is space. In the warmer months when most activities took place outdoors a few unpacked or out of season items probably weren’t that noticeable. Planning for at-home dinners, game nights, or watching movies requires some open space for guests to feel comfortable and not cramped. This also means that the scale of holiday decorations needs to be adjusted; not only for space considerations but for how much time is practical to invest in decorating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Between now and Thanksgiving week I will be finding a place to store my warm season gear I am not getting rid of. At the same time I have some cartons and tubs to sort through and consolidate in order to find more space. Finally I will redo how my home office sits in the corner of the living room so the conversation area is roomier. The goal is to have the rooms set for Christmas decorating before the seasonal change over begins.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;How are you getting ready for the change of seasons?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-5067536890740662900?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/9n4WtPOjkTU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/5067536890740662900/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=5067536890740662900&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5067536890740662900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5067536890740662900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/9n4WtPOjkTU/creating-home-update.html" title="Creating Home: update" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvMTL8es5uI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3_-nppgBXD4/s72-c/Fall+_Wreath_Adams_C300_20091105_002_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/creating-home-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACSXs8fyp7ImA9WxNUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-7745373559398461783</id><published>2009-11-03T09:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:42:48.577-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T14:42:48.577-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>NaNoWriMo Week 1 Update</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvBE1aMPKII/AAAAAAAAAfM/UCSjUUECPac/s1600-h/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 146px; float: left; height: 121px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399891637571627138" title="nanowrimo_banner" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvBE1aMPKII/AAAAAAAAAfM/UCSjUUECPac/s320/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, NaNoWriMo is off and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My online buddies and I celebrated by participating in a first 15 minutes writing challenge. Some of the women in the group are pretty fast typists and yours truly is not one of them but I can hold my own. Still our resulting word counts ranged from just over 300 to almost 800.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning I have the equivalent of three chapters done and about 6000 words tallied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a word challenge and why bother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNo can become terribly solitary when you’re writing for hours at your own laptop or desktop. It’s like running a race against a clock without another runner to gauge your pace or pose a challenge. Word wars, challenges, and dares create a sense of competition for short spurts and helps Wrimos over writing droughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s also fun. Maybe the text that comes out in these dares and challenges can’t be used in a real book but once in a while when you stop trying so hard to be brilliant a really brilliant, or at least useful, thought sneaks out. Some of those thoughts that slip out in during a dare can take the next section or chapter or even the course of the rest of the manuscript in a whole new direction. A direction that is sharper or more insightful or more active. In general it can take the piece in just a better direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet posts this month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One effect of doing NaNoWriMo is that posts will be shorter this month. Probably readers need a break from my usual lengthy epistles anyway. However, there are only so many typing hours in a week and I have to meet all my deadlines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the November schedule, subject to modification, will have NaNo updates on Tuesdays and more typical posts on Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: Added title; sorry I missed it in my rush yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-7745373559398461783?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/_QxkIJZuzNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/7745373559398461783/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=7745373559398461783&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/7745373559398461783?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/7745373559398461783?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/_QxkIJZuzNA/well-nanowrimo-is-off-and-running.html" title="NaNoWriMo Week 1 Update" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SvBE1aMPKII/AAAAAAAAAfM/UCSjUUECPac/s72-c/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-nanowrimo-is-off-and-running.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHRH87fCp7ImA9WxNVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-8098364397451145809</id><published>2009-10-29T13:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:35:35.104-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T13:35:35.104-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>Fall: change and anticipating the holidays</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SunOqFJqIKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MtJsU5vsm-A/s1600-h/Fall_colors_II_Adams_C300_20091026_076_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SunOqFJqIKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MtJsU5vsm-A/s320/Fall_colors_II_Adams_C300_20091026_076_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072850712764578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the photo illustrates, Fall is in full color here. I think this is the loveliest Fall color season I can remember. I know my camera is getting a real work out trying to capture it all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We think of the Fall as a season of change and transition, as we do the Spring. Really though change is taking place constantly. Today is different from both yesterday and tomorrow, just as things are different from month to month. But we more closely associate Fall, and Spring, with change because so much change takes place within a relatively short period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fall not only is the transition from summer to winter it also signals the beginning of the end-of-year holidays. For those in a life transition the anticipation of the holidays may be accompanied by anxiety or sadness but sometimes there is relief as well even if that seems strange.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The upcoming holidays, and their anticipation and preparation, need not become an “end of the world” experience. It is possible with insight, communication and planning to create and participate in holiday celebrations that can become a bridge to the future. The keys to building that bridge are in how the old traditions are handled, staying grounded in the present, and finding a few new traditions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you have traditions that are no longer possible to do choose carefully how they will be dismantled. Try to make letting go of some activity a group decision if you can, and find a way to remember it well in its former context. Maybe starting a family or group journal of holiday memories will help put aside the old if the former traditions are allowed to be discontinued but not forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is okay to reminisce about past holiday memories; however, it is not useful to carry-on about the things this holiday or future holidays will not have. No holiday is dependant upon an event or anything else. If you need a reminder about this “the Whos of Whoville” in Dr. Seuss’s classic &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Grinch-Stole-Christmas-Seuss/dp/0394800796/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256836868&amp;amp;sr=8-5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; might help; and I recommend this &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060345/"&gt;video version&lt;/a&gt;. Choose to be a model of healthy acceptance rather than of tragic remorse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If all the changes—the letting go and dealing with the things that are not possible this year, maybe not in the future either—are becoming overwhelming or all-consuming then get outside help and don’t get stuck playing out a tragic role. Find some kind of counsel; either a pastor or professional or a support group of some kind. Any or a combination of these can help you anticipate, move through, and build a holiday experience to move you into your future; but you must be proactive and choose a healthy response to your feelings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From time to time we’ll look at different holidays and ways to avoid the pitfalls as well as different kinds of traditions that might create springboards for future celebrations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-8098364397451145809?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/8Qvu3NH8S28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/8098364397451145809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=8098364397451145809&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8098364397451145809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8098364397451145809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/8Qvu3NH8S28/fall-change-and-anticipating-holidays.html" title="Fall: change and anticipating the holidays" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SunOqFJqIKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MtJsU5vsm-A/s72-c/Fall_colors_II_Adams_C300_20091026_076_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-change-and-anticipating-holidays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHQ3k9eyp7ImA9WxNVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-5427518242919603616</id><published>2009-10-27T14:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:28:52.763-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T16:28:52.763-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>NaNo: the Plan, or not to plan?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SudARqO4daI/AAAAAAAAAes/iq8neCdAiNU/s1600-h/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 113px;" title="nanowrimo_banner" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SudARqO4daI/AAAAAAAAAes/iq8neCdAiNU/s320/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" alt="nanowrimo_banner" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353350565492130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T’was the week before NaNo and all through the house… (with apologies to Clement Moore). Actually it is five days and counting until the start of &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/a&gt; 2009. So that begs the question; are Wrimos all settled down or are they scurrying frantically to get those last minute preparations done before the stroke of midnight Saturday?  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The real answer is both, and neither, which includes everything in between. There are some who need a full outline and characters a map and a day by day schedule of what they plan to work on. I have known some that have done nothing until November first when they log-in to activate their NaNoWriMo account and then start writing the first thing that pops into his or her head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This will be my third NaNo. By conditioning I am a planned writer but I have learned to let go of so much control and allow the story to unfold. I also think my age and life stage influence my tendency to be a planner. However, most of my preparation for NaNo has to do with other stuff that supports my ability to get through the month in one piece.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last year I did not reach 50K words because I did not have the emotional stamina to write for such long periods about something I was inventing; but the writing I did do on last’s project was helpful for maintaining some resemblance of normalcy in my life. So if you are in a transition and think that means you can’t do NaNo because you have too much chaos that might not be true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My preparations fall into five categories: story, social, calendar, materials, and media; not in any particular order.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Under the rules of NaNoWriMo there can be no prewriting of the actual text. I have, however, found it helpful to know a handful of likely main characters, a timeframe, and a starting location. The first day or two feel less like a time warp even if I discard or change them later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Social&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NaNoWriMo is a community as well as an activity. The first Wrimos realized they would not have made it if it had not been for belonging to a group during the first NaNo. My social preparations include letting my family and friends know I’m doing NaNo. Some are supportive and others think it is nuts, but I tell them to communicate that while my November is busy they are still part of my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also reactivate my NaNo account and connect with my local group and my online buddies. I met such a great group of women my first year who were so funny and have continued to be so supportive despite all our quirks and warts. We now have an online writers group at LiveJournal. I would not have made it the first year and likely would have taken last year’s failure much harder if I had not been connected to this group.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Calendars&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I set up three calendars. I know it’s a bit anal but it reduces confusion even if it sounds confusing. I built blank calendar pages that I can put in my notebook in Excel. The first is my personal calendar of things that I have to do in November and the days I have to do them. Then I fill in my non-NaNo writing deadlines on another calendar. Then consulting those two calendars I can fill in a rough schedule of NaNo writing deadlines on the third calendar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While the NaNo rule of thumb is 1,667 words a day to reach the 50K for a purple bar I need scheduled blank days. I plan 25 days of 2,000 words a day which gives me 5 back-up or catch-up days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Materials&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, how much stuff does one need to write 50K words in a month? Well if you’re just doing it, and don’t plan to get a word count check or print out the certificate at the end, then you only need a lot of pens and notebooks. The rest of us need and/or want a few extras, such as:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- a computer and internet access&lt;/span&gt; because it’s convenient&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- back-up storage devices&lt;/span&gt; because having the only copy of a work in progress stuck on a crashed hard drive isn’t funny&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- paper, pens, and pencils&lt;/span&gt; because sometimes stepping away from the computer is inspiring&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- a mascot&lt;/span&gt; because you're going to spend a lot of time alone in your writing space&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- munchies like teas, hot cocoa, chocolate, and something special&lt;/span&gt; because writing consumes a lot of calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- media&lt;/span&gt; like music to write by or a few movies for inspiration or procrastination&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how do I stack up?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While, in its listed state, my preparations look complex in actuality they are not. I am probably in the middle of the middle of Wrimos I know. There are some who have full 2-inch binders stuffed with character interviews, maps and street names, plot treatments and even chapter by chapter outlines. There are some who have been on cleaning and cooking blitzes for the last week. I have never done those things even when I hosted Thanksgiving Dinner in 2007 and had houseguests.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That said, I have never been able to try &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Baty"&gt;Chris Baty’s&lt;/a&gt; suggestion in &lt;a href="https://store.lettersandlight.org/merchandise/no-plot-no-problem-book"&gt;No plot, No Problem&lt;/a&gt; to prepare nothing and just show up and start writing every day for 30 days. I doubt that I ever will.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what’s your style? If you did NaNoWriMo would you be a planner or a non-planner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-5427518242919603616?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/lsbgYNldwoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/5427518242919603616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=5427518242919603616&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5427518242919603616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5427518242919603616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/lsbgYNldwoU/nano-plan-or-not-to-plan.html" title="NaNo: the Plan, or not to plan?" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SudARqO4daI/AAAAAAAAAes/iq8neCdAiNU/s72-c/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/nano-plan-or-not-to-plan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAEQ3g7cCp7ImA9WxNVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-2750226762668123961</id><published>2009-10-22T16:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:35:02.608-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-22T16:35:02.608-04:00</app:edited><title>What happened to Fear.less.com?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SuDANbDDhAI/AAAAAAAAAek/XQNH0bp8p9A/s1600-h/No_Fear_20091022_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 227px;" title="no_fear" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SuDANbDDhAI/AAAAAAAAAek/XQNH0bp8p9A/s320/No_Fear_20091022_thumb.jpg" alt="no_fear" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395523690421257218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On June 5 this year I wrote about an online magazine called Fear.less.com. I am not including a link because it hasn’t been updated since July which was when it was supposed to be available.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other that two preview stories I can’t find that anything is being updated. I apologize to any readers who clicked over from that post, subscribed, and have been subsequently disappointed not to receive the product or even any updates as to when to expect delivery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems that the producers are busy being interviewed and attending conferences and launching a forum and even planning a second Fear.less edition but these do not substitute for the missing product. I’m sure these will be wonderful; but really, I just wanted to read the stories that were promised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Note: I don't normally open post my grievances; however, the authors have not responded to email recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-2750226762668123961?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/g5UEYWKMxEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/2750226762668123961/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=2750226762668123961&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2750226762668123961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2750226762668123961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/g5UEYWKMxEk/what-happened-to-fearlesscom.html" title="What happened to Fear.less.com?" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SuDANbDDhAI/AAAAAAAAAek/XQNH0bp8p9A/s72-c/No_Fear_20091022_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happened-to-fearlesscom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBQno8eyp7ImA9WxNVEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-8412949942557558298</id><published>2009-10-20T15:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:39:13.473-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T15:39:13.473-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>Write a novel as a transition tool</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/St4LdDDp0fI/AAAAAAAAAec/fZmw00uvXzU/s1600-h/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 104px;" title="2009_nanowrimo_banner" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/St4LdDDp0fI/AAAAAAAAAec/fZmw00uvXzU/s320/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" alt="2009_nanowrimo_banner" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394761997301174770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see in my sidebar I will be joining the ranks of would-be speed novel writers during National Novel Writing Month in November. It starts in less than two weeks at the stroke of midnight on November first. That does introduce a tiny issue about the time change also scheduled to occur that night; when to you add the extra hour? But I'm ahead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have wondered, with having to navigate so many unknowns as I transition to life after marriage, how I can even consider doing it this year. I can only quote a line from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek: Generations&lt;/span&gt;. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If something's important you make the time." (Mr. Scott to Admiral Kirk who wonders how Sulu found time for a family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a writer; and a writer has to write. NaNoWriMo is not economically viable at this point so I do not rearrange my paid work schedule to do it. I do, however, cut out non-essentials like movies and Spider Solitaire to make the time to do it. I also economize my household routines to do it; although my household routines are far more moldable than they were even a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While NaNo is important in my development as a writer, finishing 50K words is not a do or die deadline or goal. I did finish 50K word in 2007 and that was fun. Last year I did not finish the 50K words but I found a niche in my local group as a cheerleader for the over-50s group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I participate in NaNoWriMo to stretch myself as a writer. It pushes me to sit down and write at lest 5 days a week for an entire month on one project. It is practice in storytelling and plot development. It is experience in managing a large manuscript where you have to keep track of the characters, thier personalities and demographics, and their role in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recomend it enough to anyone who has entertained the thought of "some day I'm going to write a book". While your NaNo manuscript may not lead to your own published book it will help you figure out if you have the endurance and passion to actually write a real book when that mythical "some day" arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-8412949942557558298?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/noIRYasSsbU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/8412949942557558298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=8412949942557558298&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8412949942557558298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8412949942557558298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/noIRYasSsbU/write-novel-as-transition-tool.html" title="Write a novel as a transition tool" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/St4LdDDp0fI/AAAAAAAAAec/fZmw00uvXzU/s72-c/2009_NaNoWriMo_banner_200910.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/write-novel-as-transition-tool.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQXgycSp7ImA9WxNWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-3752551153460433857</id><published>2009-10-15T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:01:00.699-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T00:01:00.699-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poll" /><title>Reader choice: What do you want to know?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/StZgHq_hc5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/bKDfQ-VPupQ/s1600-h/Question_Mark_3_20091410_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 265px;" title="question_mark" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/StZgHq_hc5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/bKDfQ-VPupQ/s320/Question_Mark_3_20091410_thumb.jpg" alt="question_mark" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392603288738821010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reviewing the past year’s posts I realized I have been sharing a lot of information about me and the things I have been learning as I work through my own transitions. I think that’s fairly normal because one of the ways we learn is by teaching the material to someone else.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The two potential problems that may arise as a result are that you, as the readers, might not have any use for what I am putting out and you might be looking for information that I haven’t yet posted. No one has criticized any of my posts or topics – I think you are all too polite to do that – but the decisions have been mostly one-sided.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am looking ahead to November and December posting schedules. November is National Novel Writing Month and December has all the end of the year holiday celebrations. These two months have a lot of activity competition so I like to know and have the probable topics outlined in advance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a chance for readers to let me know if there’s a topic that relates to making a life transition that you would like to see a post about. It does not have to be a completely new topic; it could be a tangent to or an extension of a previous post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also have several topics that I have been holding for a while that may be of interest as well, and feel free to mention any of these; such as:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- the mid-life first apartment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- choosing and hiring an accountant, or attorney, or estate planner&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- finding and talking to a car mechanic and other service providers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- living as a newly single adult&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what would you like to know more about as you move forward in your journey toward a successful transition to the rest of your life? Between now and the end of the month, let me know if there is a particular topic or subject you’ve been hoping to see. Post your topic or query interest in the comments or send them in an email by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 31&lt;/span&gt; for this round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-3752551153460433857?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/tNEZg7831zs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/3752551153460433857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=3752551153460433857&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/3752551153460433857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/3752551153460433857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/tNEZg7831zs/reader-choice-what-do-you-want-to-know.html" title="Reader choice: What do you want to know?" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/StZgHq_hc5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/bKDfQ-VPupQ/s72-c/Question_Mark_3_20091410_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/reader-choice-what-do-you-want-to-know.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ARHY-cCp7ImA9WxNWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-8179350236364971031</id><published>2009-10-08T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:47:25.858-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-08T16:47:25.858-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>Does confusion bleed into indecision in other parts of life?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Ss5JvCHynZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zkUS0RVlXUs/s1600-h/Entertainment_center_Adams_A95_20081221_003_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" title="entertainment_center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Ss5JvCHynZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zkUS0RVlXUs/s200/Entertainment_center_Adams_A95_20081221_003_thumb.jpg" alt="entertainment_center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390326876381289874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ideas for blog topics turn up at the oddest times. My dentist was talking about building his own media component cabinet and installing a case fan for circulating air to the heat-producing devices. He made his own because pre-mades in furniture stores aren’t well-ventilated but he didn’t want the components on open shelves either.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Younger readers may find this laughable if they have always placed components on open shelves and consider cabinets unnecessary. But I remember in the 1970s we were called the confused generation and the guiding symptom was our preference to choose our own audio components a la carte but assemble them neatly in furniture quality cabinets we now call entertainment centers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The generation of the 1950s had been persuaded to accept the status symbol of the entertainment console. It was a piece of furniture built for a company like Motorola or RCA, as examples, to house one of their built-in TV sets, a radio, and a record player. (link to a photo) If you bought from stock you took what came with it. If you could afford to custom order you could choose from components that fit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prices varied related to the size of the console and the type of wood plus the components. A console bought off the sales floor made from pine that would fit a 19-in diagonal black and white TV with only an AM radio and a monaural record player while not cheap was considerably less expensive than one made of maple to fit a 25-in color TV with AM-FM radio and stereo record player.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the 70s marched toward the 80s, more and more individual components were being sold. You could choose the exact power receiver, turntable, and cassette deck as well as the type of amplifier and the size and number speakers for your stereo system; shoot you buy them from different labels.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is where the confusion came in; those of us who graduated from college before 1975 (or should have) tended to want a la carte components but housed them in enclosed entertainment centers while those who graduated later tended to put the loose components on open shelves. The explanation at the time was that we pre-1975ers wanted the sound quality of the discrete components but had not disengaged from the visible status attached to the console.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because we straddled the console versus component divide with entertainment centers as a new status symbol we were believed to be confused about whether we were establishment or anti-establishment. The effect of this so-called status confusion was purported to be at the heart of much of our generation’s indecision across life; and so it went.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think in some ways we’re still caught in this crisis of recognition. The old symbols we used to collect to reinforce our value or worth are becoming clutter in the twenty-first century lifestyle. When a number of cartons of so-called family heirlooms came to my charge I saw how much was just broken junk and tossed the junk out. My current transition from married to single and downsizing to build a leaner lifestyle has prompted me to question why I do and have and pursue the things I do. Are they truly meaningful to me? Or am I leaning on them to create a superficial sense of status when I am uncertain of my own value in the world?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a neutral example, quilting goes way back in my families. I did not learn how to do the running stitches because no one would teach a left-hander but I spent hours at grandmother’s elbow while she quilted and slept under them all my life. Several unquilted tops and her frame came to be mine by default and it is my chance to really become a quilter. But while I have one halfway done, it hasn’t been accompanied by the same feelings for the process I remember from childhood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The question I struggle with is this: am I quilting because I am a quilter; or am I quilting because it’s the one thing that family did well and I don’t want to be remembered as the one who killed family quilting?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could give other examples but you can think up plenty of your own. There is only so much time in a day, really in a lifetime, or space in our homes. So it is important to invest in and collect only those activities, and achievements, and changes we truly want to be remembered for irrespective of the established status symbols; and let the rest of it go to somebody else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-8179350236364971031?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/Pkh9CSMHj84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/8179350236364971031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=8179350236364971031&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8179350236364971031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/8179350236364971031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/Pkh9CSMHj84/does-confusion-bleed-into-indecision-in.html" title="Does confusion bleed into indecision in other parts of life?" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Ss5JvCHynZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zkUS0RVlXUs/s72-c/Entertainment_center_Adams_A95_20081221_003_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-confusion-bleed-into-indecision-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHQHs9fip7ImA9WxNXGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-2484453953699068481</id><published>2009-10-07T14:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:28:51.566-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T14:28:51.566-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>Breathing lessons: in deep and out wide</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sszam3gZKWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0hZtSaAKCB4/s1600-h/Glen_Helen_Gorge_20051030_009_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 215px;" title="glen_helen_gorge" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sszam3gZKWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0hZtSaAKCB4/s200/Glen_Helen_Gorge_20051030_009_thumb.jpg" alt="glen_helen_gorge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389923215325342050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In April of 2007, the paper advertised for a corps of correspondent columnists to supplement the staff. I had been out of university for two years and blogging for three months by that time. The publisher was clear there was no glory and the compensation would be modest. It probably sounds crazy for someone who had once studied journalism. But my long-term goal wasn’t strict journalism.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paid to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw an opening to write on a weekly deadline and be read by a couple thousand people in the area. People reading my blog was already creating shifts in my writing style, grammar and usage. But I still wasn’t telling stories and from my journalism background I knew soft news was a form of shorthand storytelling. So within the paper’s agenda I developed my column style from a reporter’s internship perspective. This meant I showed up to take my own notes and photographs whenever possible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actual internships tend to get a bad reputation. They’re temporary and restrictive so interns don’t get grounded nor do they get to shoulder much responsibility which is where the learning happens. At the paper I have a declared geographical area where anything not hard or breaking news is fair game. So I had to get grounded, recruit my own sources, and take responsibility for the coverage and the content. The buck stops with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course the reality of news is changing, even for small print-in-the-hand communities like this one. The occasional memos about budget restrictions have been changing and the tone seems to indicate the future of the correspondents could be in jeopardy altogether. That would be sad for the communities who have grown fond of their columnists.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even though I have never expected it to be permanent, I would miss it and the people and groups I cover. But for some weeks I have sensed that it was time to move beyond interning; that I should step out and do something with what I have learned from writing and telling stories every week. And this amazes me because four years ago I wondered how that would happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;First go deep, and then go wide…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was a “charge to the graduates” talk I heard in 2005. The audience was made up of honors graduates at &lt;a href="http://www.wittenberg.edu/"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Wittenberg&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The speaker was physics professor Dr. Dan Fleisch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These talks, given to such an illustrious group of students, must be accompanied by a great deal of pressure for the speaker to urge them on to further achievements in their post undergraduate careers. Dr. Fleisch though took a more basic approach; he just talked to us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dr. Fleisch talked to this assembly of overachievers about a handful of remarkable things; the two I remember were the Power-I football formation, and a space antenna in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Then he talked about how these were developed by seemingly everyday people. Those people, he stressed, first studied what their predecessors learned before they tried to improve or change it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The heart of his charge that day (paraphrased in my journal notes even though I use quotes here for emphasis) was to “First go deep; and then go wide. Learn as much as possible about what is already known (in your field); and &lt;u&gt;then&lt;/u&gt; see what you can do with it. And anybody &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; do that.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Transferable concepts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The application was clear in the examples he gave. By studying some football formations that didn’t work a coach developed a new one. A radar physicist studying waves and how they behaved created new antennas that could “listen” for noises across the universe that were otherwise unknown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I wanted to write. I had just spent three years studying communication and crafting the technical aspects of the writing process. In every sense I was straining at the starting gate that would soon open; and here was one of my professors suggesting that my education had given me a set of tools but I needed to break them in first.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And really, I knew he was right. While I wanted to write, to tell people’s stories, I hadn’t the slightest idea where or how to do that. Now, having written every week for nearly three years about this neighborhood, coupled with writing on my blog, has given me not only well-sharpened skills but insight on how to find the stories and who needs to hear them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this is in thanks to Dr. Daniel Fleisch whose short talk was long on wisdom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it's your turn. As you transition through your life or career, has someone's support or insight helped you move toward your aspirations? Have you let them know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-2484453953699068481?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/WCV2lQBN4z8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/2484453953699068481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=2484453953699068481&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2484453953699068481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2484453953699068481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/WCV2lQBN4z8/breathing-lessons-in-deep-and-out-wide.html" title="Breathing lessons: in deep and out wide" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/Sszam3gZKWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/0hZtSaAKCB4/s72-c/Glen_Helen_Gorge_20051030_009_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/breathing-lessons-in-deep-and-out-wide.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEERX46fSp7ImA9WxNXGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-7075417890826576169</id><published>2009-10-06T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:16:44.015-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T20:16:44.015-04:00</app:edited><title>Tuesday did not happen</title><content type="html">The post planned for today has been overtaken by technology glitches. Sorry. I will try again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-7075417890826576169?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/e7V-uSepfd4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/7075417890826576169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=7075417890826576169&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/7075417890826576169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/7075417890826576169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/e7V-uSepfd4/tuesday-did-not-happen.html" title="Tuesday did not happen" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesday-did-not-happen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCSH8_eCp7ImA9WxNXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-6293369117156370379</id><published>2009-10-01T19:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:31:09.140-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T11:31:09.140-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About Pages" /><title>A want-to-be storyteller’s tale</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SsVBdVaIQ0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KAO7WUKSEyQ/s1600-h/Deb_20070504_024_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387784501437416258" title="Deb" border="0" alt="Deb" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SsVBdVaIQ0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KAO7WUKSEyQ/s200/Deb_20070504_024_thumb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote on Tuesday about making some &lt;a href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/09/without-change-there-is-no-movement.html"&gt;changes&lt;/a&gt; and that I have been working on how to become more transparent as a blogger and unify my online identity. In addition to blogging here at G’s Cottage, I am on Facebook, and my print articles are archived on the internet. I also belong to a private writing group but that is a closed group. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So who is G?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“G” is me. Professionally I’m known as Deborrah, but here you’ll notice that I socially go by Deb. Please do not call me Debbie unless you are on the short list of relatives and old professors who have permission to do that. There is nothing wrong with Debbie as a name but I don’t prefer it for myself. So thank you in advance for honoring my wishes and I will do the same for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am recently divorced after being married for nearly 35 years to the same person. Yes I kept my married name. I have no objections to the name and I do not regret that it is now my name. From a practical standpoint I had used it for a long, but I had also created my own identity under that name. As a writer with almost three years of printed works name changing would have created reader confusion. Finally, both of my college diplomas are in that name and it keeps my credentialing straight by not changing names. Of course name change is an expense, too; and it cost enough to get a driver’s license with my new address.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have four grown children, one is married; and I have one grandchild with another pending in the spring. I was primarily a stay at home wife, mother, and homemaker but I did earn an associate’s degree 18 years ago. In addition to a lot of volunteer positions over the years I worked part-time on and off between 1991 and 1999 while I still had children at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I earned a bachelor’s degree in Communication Studies in 2005. I did a lot of writing while I was at university. The curriculum was writing intensive but I also took advantage of other opportunities. I occasionally wrote guest columns for the student newspaper and I submitted essays twice to the annual campus nonfiction journal competition earning published slots both times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since finishing my formal studies I have been on a quest for where and what to write about. I originally studied journalism and I currently write a neighborhood news column for the local paper. While I approach it like a beat reporter the content is really telling stories; stories about do-gooders, and charities, and honorees, and long-time public servants. Everybody has a story to share, it just takes some ferreting to discover it and shape it. Helping people tell their stories was the one thing I came away with from my three years at university.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I want to tell people’s stories? I think there are a lot of people from who we can learn about the world. Many of these are people we don’t know or can’t see; not because they are physically far away, although some are, but because we are separated from them by convention. While people’s stories might take decades to bring about face-to-face connections between separated people I believe it is possible to connect their hearts at least through sharing their stories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I recently discovered Chris Guillebeau at the &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/"&gt;Art of Nonconformity&lt;/a&gt; website who wrote a free ebook titled &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/a-brief-guide-to-world-domination/"&gt;A Brief Guide to World Domination&lt;/a&gt;. In it he asks two questions: “What do you want to get out of life?” and “What can you offer the world that no one else can?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I incorporated my answers into my vision board that I completed recently. My answer to the first question I summed up in the 4 “L’s” live, love, legend and legacy. I see myself as having a second half of my life still to live and I want to spend it by living well so I can finish life well, I want to love and be loved (this is not about remarriage), I want to write something important which I think are people’s stories, and through those stories I want to build connections between people which will lead to not just understanding and knowing but taking care of each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My answer to the second question refers back to the answer for the first one. I think the reason I went through all the things I have gone through in my life was to give me the credentials I would need to earn people’s trust with their personal stories because I have been there and I know what it is to risk being vulnerable by sharing these things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hopefully you know a little more about me and maybe you will be encouraged to risk visiting more openly as time goes by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-6293369117156370379?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/3L3ZdzGYBgI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/6293369117156370379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=6293369117156370379&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6293369117156370379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/6293369117156370379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/3L3ZdzGYBgI/want-to-be-storytellers-tale.html" title="A want-to-be storyteller’s tale" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SsVBdVaIQ0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KAO7WUKSEyQ/s72-c/Deb_20070504_024_thumb2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/10/want-to-be-storytellers-tale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCRHc-eip7ImA9WxNXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-7807924828580441510</id><published>2009-09-29T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:26:05.952-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T15:26:05.952-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><title>Without change there is no movement</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SsJbtkuX5MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-htOb04a5Bs/s1600-h/Fall_grass_Adams_C300_20081116_028_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 182px;" title="fall_grass" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SsJbtkuX5MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-htOb04a5Bs/s320/Fall_grass_Adams_C300_20081116_028_thumb.jpg" alt="fall_grass" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386968942798955714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the end of the third quarter of 2009. Autumn is coming upon us and like the wetlands grasses going from greens to grays that remind us of seasonal changes we need to remember that transition is marked by visible changes as well. Now seems a good time to commit to and make known some changes I am working on. The plans aren’t yet final so this is a preliminary notice.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These upcoming changes will be broad but narrow. That sounds contradictory but what it means is that the small changes I am preparing to make occur in multiple areas. The areas where I anticipate these changes will take place are how and where I blog, expanding my freelancing, and developing a long term community project that hopefully will eventually be both online and on the ground. If I want to move forward and mature as a writer, community developer, and influence people’s lives then I have to change how I do some of the things I am currently doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I started this blog I wanted to write and be read regularly, develop my writing voice, and improve the quality of my writing while building an online portfolio (blog archives). I have been writing on and off that my long term plan is to expand my freelancing beyond a weekly column in the local paper. But I have also been scouting and trying out different niches to anchor my text and authority, to find my audience, and to create a project that would support others and would have the potential to outlast me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have all the details worked out yet. One of the things that I struggle with is balancing between knowing enough and striving for a perfect plan. The longtime readers and supporters here are only too aware of the weight of this issue. What I have been struggling to come to terms with is that plans can be perfect as long as they stay in the planning stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Taking a chance on imperfection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a perfect scenario I would follow all the advice of the blogging, marketing, business-building gurus and get a domain, and hosting, and take a crash course in WordPress self-hosted version, and figure out SEO, and whatever else is on the optimal list for working online. I have a far from perfect scenario. I’m not even certain that my scenario qualifies as good enough but the inner prompting is that I should start anyway and *gulp* improvise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wrote last Thursday about &lt;a href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-do-life-by-book-or-improv.html"&gt;Madson’s book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Improv Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. In that post I wrote about getting to “yes.” For me one of the issues with getting to a yes in my plans to expand my freelancing is the backward planning and getting past the intermediary “no’s.” Madson addresses this issue in the next three of her maxims of “don’t prepare,” “just show up,” and “start anywhere.” One of her mantras is “ready-fire-aim” meaning just move out, use whatever the world makes available at the moment and improvise. But it is hard to choose to risk looking messy and making mistakes when feel I have marginal credentials; it is hard to risk throwing further credibility away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Learning to be okay with less control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one thing I am starting to realize is that if I keep trying to shore up the scaffolding for the perfect scenario I will never get my ideas off the planning table and I’ll never know if it will ever work. That may save me from failure but I will never know; and as scary as it is, that need to know is the driver behind just doing it. So, even if I have to make a lot of adjustments to what is after I set out, it seems the only way to find out if any of this will work is to just jump in and start doing it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, is there anyone else who has recently made a significant change or planning to make one soon? Did you create a minute plan or are you taking the “step on the stage and improvise” approach?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't been posting on Tuesdays recently, but part of my plan is to increase my posting frequency and I hope to make Tuesdays a regular day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-7807924828580441510?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/LZH_taWTWLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/7807924828580441510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=7807924828580441510&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/7807924828580441510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/7807924828580441510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/LZH_taWTWLU/without-change-there-is-no-movement.html" title="Without change there is no movement" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SsJbtkuX5MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-htOb04a5Bs/s72-c/Fall_grass_Adams_C300_20081116_028_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/09/without-change-there-is-no-movement.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8CQ3s6eyp7ImA9WxNQF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-5843368618918912908</id><published>2009-09-24T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:01:02.513-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T00:01:02.513-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Club" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><title>Do you do life by the book or improv?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Note: Since I often write about books I am reading but do not specifically review them, I am starting a new topic called Book Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And sorry no photo today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Improv Wisdom&lt;/i&gt; (book), Patricia Ryan Madson, (2005 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why would a non-theater person read a book about improvisation? Because it isn’t only in the theater that improvisation takes place or serves a purpose. But the reason I read Madson’s book had nothing to do with the title, which in truth scared me half to death that she might suggest something I could not agree to try on principle, and had everything to do with her personal story posted on Allan Bacon’s site &lt;a href="http://avocationist.com/index.php/2009/01/22/teaching/madson-career-rules/"&gt;Avocationist.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Madson says says she was on the mainline to tenure when she was informed she wasn’t selected. She says she used to “color neatly inside the lines” and not being selected served as her wake up call that the script wasn’t a life. An acting professor with experience on the stage she started studying and applying the principles of improvisation in every part of her life. In other words she says she "started coloring outside the lines." Through her classes and workshops she encourages her students to do the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The ways she describes the elements that allow improvisation theater to work – faith, trust, being present, giving, contributing, showing up, jumping in, risking mistakes, having fun, and others – are applicable to creating a life and building relationships. Her most important lesson, not that any are unimportant, is in her words to “say, yes.” Until a person says “yes, I am” or “yes, I will” or “yes I do” it’s all theory and according to Madson the average person is far more studied at saying no to the new than saying yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been an improviser all my life. Improvising goes hand-in-hand with an unconventional life. For me though, improvising took on the more pragmatic labels of “make do” or “use what you have.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you don’t get or have much but you still have to get stuff done, you improvise. Madson, however, is not referring to substituting this for that but rather how to let go of the life script, and the quest for the perfect building blocks, and instead start building a life and career and relationships from the raw materials that show up in everyday life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know why Madson’s suggestions both intrigue and frighten me. Maybe it’s the uncertainty or the risk of failing; or maybe it’s the possibility that they work but conventional wisdom says they’re not supposed to. Madson believes that being chained to a properly scripted life plan full of the things we’re supposed to be, and have, and do in order to illustrate our success or our devotion can limit our experiences and our growth and the people we can reach out and help to achieve their dreams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have finished reading her tight little volume and have started working through the “try this” sections in each chapter. This week I’m working on the first maxim “say yes.” I realize that saying yes to everything is not possible. However I have started asking why I say no to some things when doing them would seem support building my writing career. I told you this was scary stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only reason I could come up with for saying no was that I would have to write and risk being a total flop at it. The problem with that is if I am a flop at the one thing I have wanted to do all my life, which is to write and tell people’s stories, what do I have left? Madson suggests that successful improvisation theater is the result of the elements coming – location, actors, story, audience – together in the right mix. So maybe my writing won’t be a flop but it might be in the wrong platform or niche or target audience or format and can’t be seen in its best light. And that is an optimistic proposal worthy of exploring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, are you an improviser; or are you chained to a script you sense is no longer serving you and your role in the world well?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: Allan Bacon wrote the winning essay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/moving-to-paris-without-quitting-my-day-job-a-lesson-in-becoming-a-nonconformist/"&gt;Moving to Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at the Art of Nonconformity site hosted by Chris Guillebeau which is where I found him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-5843368618918912908?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/x06SZptVwdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/5843368618918912908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=5843368618918912908&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5843368618918912908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/5843368618918912908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/x06SZptVwdM/do-you-do-life-by-book-or-improv.html" title="Do you do life by the book or improv?" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-do-life-by-book-or-improv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCQXs9fCp7ImA9WxNQEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-1987783272672521996</id><published>2009-09-17T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:01:00.564-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-17T00:01:00.564-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><title>Adventure: the lost part of transition</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SrF3xcA4eII/AAAAAAAAAdA/Zfwp-ntEPaI/s1600-h/VisionBoard_Adams_C300_20090915_013_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 169px;" title="vision_board" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SrF3xcA4eII/AAAAAAAAAdA/Zfwp-ntEPaI/s200/VisionBoard_Adams_C300_20090915_013_thumb.jpg" alt="vision_board" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382214720901642370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Looking over my recently completed &lt;a href="http://christinekane.com/blog/how-to-make-a-vision-board/"&gt;vision board&lt;/a&gt; (okay it needs a little tweaking) the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ADVENTURES&lt;/span&gt; jumped off the poster board and hit me between the eyes. Having adventures and seeing my new life as an adventure is important to me; important enough to be noted on my vision board. But somewhere along the way I seem to have forgotten that; or at least I have been forgetting to include it in my recent posts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How do we lose that sense of adventure? How did I lose my sense of adventure?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One reason adventure gets lost is that most of life is a marathon rather than a sprint. It has its sprinting moments but our day-to-day journey is better lived on the pace of the 6-20 minute mile rather than the 10-12 second 100 meter pace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two kinds of marathoners or life adventurers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The start and the finish of the Boston Marathon are an exciting adrenalin rush. The middle, between mile 2 and mile 25, is primarily a grind. It takes reaching and looking inside for a different definition of adventure and accomplishment. The runner who doesn’t figure that out and tries to run the race framed in the start/finish definition of adventure and excitement is unlikely to get to the finish line for two reasons: hunger and exhaustion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hunger and exhaustion are the racing companions of every long distance runner. The difference between those who finish and those who don’t is often the context in which hunger and exhaustion are framed. Those who get to the finish usually see hunger and exhaustion a signals from their body that they need to change something that isn’t working.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are others though who view hunger and exhaustion as obstacles to their goal of crossing the finish line; obstacles to be crushed into submission. The problem with fighting against or ignoring hunger and exhaustion is that even the well-conditioned body has limits. When the reserve stores are depleted the body will crash to a stop regardless of the will or drive of the runner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The adventure of a life transition has similar traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My current adventure to discover and build my new life began the day I moved out of my old life. There was at the time very much an early race sense of exhilaration mixed with fear and uncertainty and panic. It was also surreal, or maybe unreal. So much ground had to be covered in the beginning to not only move out but move to someplace. Memories of those first weeks now seem like old home movies played back at double speed (sorry, those who have memories only of VHS and DVD will not really get this).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I hit week two (mile 2) and day-to-day life began to shake out as the distance from the start increased. I needed to move forward. I had to find a place to do my writing work. I needed to unpack and settle in and create a home out of a blank apartment. I also had to be mindful of needs like eating and sleeping, and a routine for getting things done. At times there has been a sense of almost impending doom as though I was watching myself in some slow-motion crash.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that’s where the adventure started to get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the things nudging me that they weren’t working and needed adjustments got out of hand. True, part of the reason is that this particular set of circumstances has a higher than ordinary number of start gates to clear but at some point the clamber of the everyday became seen as an obstacle to my new life rather than a voice of wisdom suggesting how to get there better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somehow circumnavigating stacks of boxes, an extra piece of furniture, a bike, and the cat’s scratching post to find the next meal isn’t quite as invigorating as getting over the top at the marathon from which vantage point the finish line can almost be seen with its visions of fresh fruit and cold unopened water bottles instead of the power gels and dust covered cups of tepid water on the course.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting back in the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a point in a run where the work of listening and making adjustments pays off and you hit your stride. It doesn’t last very long although elite runners may have longer periods of stride than the rest of us. I have run in the past just enough to have experienced it a few times and it is a moment not easily forgotten. It is truly effortless because everything is working in harmony, the pace, the arm-leg coordination, the breathing. It indeed feels like flying and it is easy to grasp why runners run, or even why gazelles and cheetahs run; because you already feel like a winner whether you reach the finish first or catch that version of dinner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Noticing the runner’s stride and its emotional reward are easy because somewhere deep inside your being you hear your spirit start singing “I’m flying” in a way that makes you pay attention. Hitting the stride of a day’s routine might not have the same emotional effect. Because daily stride is buried in the everyday normalcy of life, and other reasons, it might be hard to recognize it when it arrives; and it might be even harder to see it as a positive and powerful thing that is helping you move forward.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The stride of daily living serves a purpose similar to the runner’s stride – creating rest at work. Even though work is being done, it is being done so efficiently that there is a kind of micro-resting taking place. This resting is cumulative and it gives you the mental space to start noticing things around you. As a runner you might start seeing the banners held by the spectators or that your pace partner has started favoring one foot. As a life transitioner you might start noticing things like passing the same people bike riding around town regularly or some books you didn’t have room for turned out to be very popular at the library book sale.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adventures are because they are noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s the difference between an adventure and a disaster? There are notable exceptions – the tsunami of December 2004 comes to mind as an example – but for many events in our lives what makes the difference between labeling an event as a disaster or an adventure is how we see it in the context of our lives. When we are overextended and not paying attention to cues that things need adjusting and we are out of our stride, then the next turn of fate we will likely declare as a disaster or blame for a resulting disaster regardless of any long-term positive effect it may eventually have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So if we can get into our stride a bit each day and create some space and start paying attention; we are more likely to take notice of those everyday adventures that show up to amaze and encourage us as we move forward on our major life adventure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How’s your adventure going?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you would like to make your own vision board &lt;a href="http://christinekane.com/blog/"&gt;Christine Kane&lt;/a&gt; wrote about them in her post &lt;a href="http://christinekane.com/blog/how-to-make-a-vision-board/"&gt;How to Make a Vision Board&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-1987783272672521996?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/jjqcqW-T3fU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/1987783272672521996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=1987783272672521996&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/1987783272672521996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/1987783272672521996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/jjqcqW-T3fU/adventure-lost-part-of-transition.html" title="Adventure: the lost part of transition" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SrF3xcA4eII/AAAAAAAAAdA/Zfwp-ntEPaI/s72-c/VisionBoard_Adams_C300_20090915_013_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-lost-part-of-transition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBRHY4eSp7ImA9WxNRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-2722953351663119857</id><published>2009-09-10T20:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:39:15.831-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-10T20:39:15.831-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>Is backwards the new forward?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SqmZ2C_lK9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/scHtEWK_KKs/s1600-h/Wooded_path_Adams_C300_20081021_006_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" title="wooded_path" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SqmZ2C_lK9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/scHtEWK_KKs/s200/Wooded_path_Adams_C300_20081021_006_thumb.jpg" alt="wooded_path" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380000383666301906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh I kept the first for another day, yet knowing how way leads on to way I wondered if I should ever come back - Frost “The Road Not Taken”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I first memorized “The Road Not Taken” in Mrs. Polen’s sixth grade class in 1964. Over the years it has served as a steadying voice when life seemed particularly difficult or solitary. Over the years it wasn’t so much a voice suggesting I take less traveled roads as much as it seemed a reminder that my unconventional existence put me on paths that few others chose or stayed with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For some time now I’ve been searching for my second calling. I have a lot of good years left and I want to earn a decent living but I also want to invest my talents in an area that will make a difference. So I’ve been going down the conventional road floating my resume of work and volunteer history and getting next to no interest. I also prowl the want ads and job sites faithfully with no success.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then a while back I was driving at night when the thought came to me that the last regular job (I currently freelance which is not regular) I got because I knew somebody. The problem with this idea was that going through a divorce tends to reduce the people you know; you find out very quickly who your friends are and often they aren’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later, though, I remembered not a friend but new business owners I had interviewed for their opening. I had heard around that it was going well and growing. The downside was that it was a lower-level of a type of work I had done previously and left the field. But it keeps coming to mind even though I have all these reasons why it can’t be right. Afterall how can going back and working at the level over which I used to supervise others in a field I couldn’t work in when I was younger be the right choice now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then Allan Bacon’s essay about &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/moving-to-paris-without-quitting-my-day-job-a-lesson-in-becoming-a-nonconformist/"&gt;Moving to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is posted on &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/"&gt;The Art of Nonconformity&lt;/a&gt; site last week. Bacon found his path to moving forward by stepping back to a lower job he had left that gave him enough income as well as more time and energy. When he stopped trying to find his calling at work he was able to work at finding his calling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started out as a wife and mother who wanted to write for a living after the kids left home. But then I ended up without a home and started to wonder why the path suddenly dead-ended. The freelance gig I have helps but isn’t going to become something else. Other writing jobs are either intern or a lifetime of experience in a very narrow subject area.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slowly the wisdom of Bacon’s assertion has started to creep in. Do the thing that pays that you can do well with low stress to get the income you need to keep working on finding your calling. For me, that has meant backing down the path I’ve been traveling on and choosing to move forward on a different path. I tend to approach things unconventionally because I never learned the standard ways they were done but this was an idea that escaped my notice until someone else pointed it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will this road be more crowded than the one I was on? It is hard to say. However, it is interesting that while Frost’s verse reads that he doubts he’ll be back to try the other road his own life was riddled with false starts and reverses of course. So maybe he would understand Bacon’s going backward to move forward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535413824741914767-2722953351663119857?l=gscottage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GsCottage/~4/902iJL1ZpSM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/feeds/2722953351663119857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535413824741914767&amp;postID=2722953351663119857&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2722953351663119857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535413824741914767/posts/default/2722953351663119857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GsCottage/~3/902iJL1ZpSM/is-backwards-new-forward.html" title="Is backwards the new forward?" /><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16834029909046193413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11248077620763713020" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SqmZ2C_lK9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/scHtEWK_KKs/s72-c/Wooded_path_Adams_C300_20081021_006_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-backwards-new-forward.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FQnk6eSp7ImA9WxNREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535413824741914767.post-7599219981185006840</id><published>2009-09-03T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:06:53.711-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T20:06:53.711-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Transition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith" /><title>Learning to wait: lessons in letting go</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SqBWBxsJ32I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Dcl2I3KWD-Q/s1600-h/Hummingbird_C300_Adams_20080602_114_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 141px;" title="hummingbird" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcYkek8C3fE/SqBWBxsJ32I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Dcl2I3KWD-Q/s200/Hummingbird_C300_Adams_20080602_114_thumb.jpg" alt="hummingbird" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377392543598763874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“…believing isn’t the hard part; waiting on God is.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Anne Lamott quoting Pastor Veronica&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This hummingbird seems to have no trouble letting go and hovering around this bush perilously hanging over the edge of North Mountain near Phoenix. What does he know that we don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Letting go and waiting (trusting). The gap between the letting go of what we have or what we can see and waiting for the help or the change or the answer; therein lies the rub. If we could wait while hanging on to whatever we’ve got a firm grasp on we might not be happy campers but we’d feel reasonably secure in the interim. However, God often asks us to let go of whatever is serving as our security blanket and wait in free-fall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It isn’t another belief versus doubt debacle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It would be easy to turn this into a belief debate but belief is the easy part; it’s really about the wait – the free-fall. That makes it all about faith because faith takes both believing and doing. Do we spend the fall in expectant anticipation of the catch; or do we spend it wracked with anxiety about how bad it will be IF the catch misses and we hit the ground?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It gets trickier if we have to work on something else while we wait in this free-fall; could you put that baby bird back in the nest on your way by, or collect some rock samples? Huh, we think; but what about my fall or my rescue? Like with most things in life we base our perception of how much we are cared for by the speed of the response.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe your transition was precipitated by a cliff, or during your transition you’ve encountered a cliff or maybe more than one. How do you handle the wait, the letting go? It is one thing to believe help is possible. It is another to wait knowing we will be helped. When we can wait with the knowing that help is arriving on time we start to undo the tension and reconnect with our humanity. This frees us to reconnect to those around us; secure in our own surplus and ability to share.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two types of cliff experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was transitioning from being a full-time mom to having all the children grown and moved out, that was not a cliff but I encountered a few along the way. I was secure in moving from the needs of children defining a major portion of my worth to creating a new definition of who I was. Along the way though little things tripped me up like not getting a job I especially wanted and so forth, but other things moved into the gap and I would regain my footing to keep moving forward.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going through a divorce, on the other hand, was a major cliff; and it came with many other cliffs as time went by. It was definitely a free-fall; and it was tempting to grab the first thing in reach and cling to it for dear life. But again and again at each cliff fall this tripartite message would bubble up: “Let it go.” “Things are happening on time.” “Do the next right thing.” I wish I could report that it got easier each time I tumbled over a cliff but human that I am I would have to relearn that hanging on for dear life halfway down was not going to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What really matters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe it doesn’t matter that waiting by faith is not the first response to a cliff. Maybe what matters is that we’re eventually open to getting to the waiting by faith. Maybe we need to give ourselves a break if we manage to get there at last because maybe it is completely appropriate that the initial reaction to going over a cliff is not letting go but hanging on. But staying on the face of the cliff is not a place to live and eventually you have to let go and get off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s face it, falling is messy and doesn’t put us in our best light. All that messiness becomes ample fodder for the accusing voices that would hold us back or persuade us we can earn being helped or at least hurry it up. But really all we can do is wait; and trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Lamott"&gt;Anne Lamott&lt;/a&gt; is a writer and speaker. 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