Today it was the ice in my glass of wine. I liked the little “whiskers” that formed in the centers of the cubes, shooting out in every direction. And the beads of condensation, dripping down the sides of the glass like beads of sweat on a brow.
The image itself is a little obscure, which I think makes it more interesting. I had to get nice and close to really pick out the fine details created when my ice-cold drink met the heat of the day….
Whether through words or photos, my life, my work, is submerged in the constant quest for details. What I dig up, or discover, can be beautiful, ugly and sometimes completely amazing. If I like them or not, and usually, I do, when a detail reveals itself to me, I am always thankful.
My favourite time of the day is dinner time. A time to gather, feed and nourish. To discuss, rehash and debate the ins and outs, ups and downs, of our lives. Family time is dinner time – a daily ritual I savour.
I guess you might say we feast on conversation as well as food….
Excerpt (kind of) from my aforementioned, life-eating WIP. a.k.a: my novel. One of my main characters is being given a pep-talk (of sorts) by her mother….it’s funny that this word prompt should show up today as I play around with themes of thinking you are frail and weak or can’t find strength to fight for something you believe in….. and how someone having faith in you builds up a battered ego, a defeated soul….and gives you the strength you need.
Oh the heat today – wow. Humidity and high temps don’t usually bother me, you know that, right? I am a total summer girl – but my goodness. Even I’ll admit I was feeling more than a little sweaty today. And yes, it kinda got to me.
But giving the garden a drink and letting the water wash over my bare toes was nice…a fun way to bring down my internal thermometer a few degrees….
And that’s all I have for today. A crazy-busy work schedule kept me from doing any writing and I don’t really have the energy anyway. Though my novel was on my mind quite a bit as I made a two-hour commute in my car this afternoon. Long drives are excellent for sorting things out in your head. I suppose I could do some work tonight on the old WIP, but….well…..I won’t. I’ll just go to bed, hot and sweaty and exhausted, and then get up with the birds at 5 am tomorrow morning and power though a couple of thousand words. Same old, same old.
Why do I feel like I am rambling?
Gonna go back outside and finish watering my garden, I think…maybe splash around a bit in the sprinkler. They say that tomorrow is going to be even hotter….