I didn’t make my Saturday morning blogging goal by Pacific Time, but hey, it’s Saturday morning in Honolulu. I’ll console myself with that.
I’m not really the sort to be happy coming in second place, but I am elated to learn I placed second in our university writing contest. Am I maturing? Maybe, maybe not. I was up against some pretty stiff competition, so I wasn’t sure I would even place.
The first-place winner is one I am positive will continue to be an award winning and prolific writer. I look forward to reading her books in that seemingly never-land of after graduation.
Write on bleeps, as Mike Senczyszak writes, write on
I missed my Saturday morning blog reminder again. I’ve been buried in geometry (gulp) communication ethics, and starting my book for my English course.
I’m making headway on that book: title and one paragraph of two sentences. I console my self that it’s a start.
On a side note, I accidentally omitted the “o” in courses—turns out I wrote curses at Simpson University. Oopsie daisy.
One of the things I enjoy about Brick on the television comedy, “The Middle,” is his love and knowledge about fonts. On “The Goldbergs,” Adam had a font showdown recently. I don’t know why I chuckle at the idea every time, but I do. I’ve concluded that I’m a closet Font Nerd. Surmise this admission as my coming out.
While I am not nearly as knowledgeable as Brick, I do enjoy an occasional migration from the typical Times New Roman required by most professors. I applaud unabashedly when instructed to use a font of my own choosing.
However, I quickly become overwhelmed with the plethora of font choices listed, and then there is the dilemma of what font transfers between programs and applications best, if at all. Audience should be considered ––I want to provide the smoothest reading experience as possible for my audience, especially a professor.
FYI–On Microsoft Word 2016 for Mac –– this is Adobe Arabic (10)
I’m on pins and needles: reading over syllabuses and textbooks 📚 for the upcoming semester.<<<<
On the plus side, only three more semester remaining until I will have completed requirements necessary for that coveted Bachelor’s in English and a minor degree in journalism (provided I survive a full four months of Math.)
So here I am on pins and needles while biting my nails at the daunting task ahead. I’m thinking of playing a Scarlett O’Hara and putting off these thought for another day .
It’s time for a Saturday morning walk in the sunshine. And contemplate my future.
With all the horrors in the world, what difference does it make?
–– Siggy, What About Bob? *
I set my cell phone reminder two or three months ago to blog every Saturday morning. It wasn’t a lofty goal and it seemed very practical at the time.
By Saturday evening, I would click complete just to get the glare of my nasty failure out of sight. Apparently, even practical goals require a measure of self-discipline.
There is only ONE cure for that. If only modern science would concoct a pill.
Self-promises have gone the way of former New Year’s resolutions. Due to failure to live out resolutions, I have since given up on making them. And October promises seem to have followed suit.
One of the frustrations encountered in this failed promise is that I don’t know what I am doing. Sure, there are all kinds of courses available to guide bloggers, but the prices are very hefty. Then there is the fact that I have nothing to say; maybe that is an excuse stemmed from laziness or other pressing deadlines to meet.
I do hope to become more serious about blogging––someday. But someday will never come unless I make it happen.
For now, blogging reminders will remain on my phone. They may be checked off without completion. The goal may be brought to fruition, even if it is only to say, “Saturday morning, I’m here.”
And as Siggy succinctly put it: With all the horrors in the world, what difference does it make? (What about Bob? movie)