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Weekends with spam

Yes, it's a weird post title, but it was a weird weekend. Saturday was somewhat quiet, but it was busy quiet, with chores and shopping and the new Disney movie (which was charming but bears NO resemblance to "The Snow Queen"), and yesterday I barely had time to breathe, let alone write a blog post. So, here we are today.
As for spam, I've been getting such comments here. Which must mean I get enough traffic to make it worth their while, so, yay? I'll take any form of encouragement I can get. Speaking of which, sales are going up -- slowly, but they are going up -- so thank you very much to everyone who has voted with their mouse and their money!
All writing has been on hold for the past week or so, as I was concentrating on getting through the Lessons and Carols concert yesterday. Which went well, but it's amazing how everybody from the actual choir vanished after the concert and my sister, who came from her college to take photos, was one of the ones helping to put things back.
Ah well, that's a story for another day. The sister is crashing on the couch for the day and shall return to college tonight for her finals, while sometime tomorrow, I shall be walking down to the Strip District to buy a slab of salty fish, and then later that night, trading it to the older of my brothers for the use of his car through Christmas.
Silly little details? Perhaps, but on such things is real life founded. Think back through your own life about a person you love, who gave you something important. Do you think first about the huge life-changing things, or the little, everyday stuff? As Russell said in Pixar's Up, "I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most."
That's part of what I seek to catch in my stories, because it sometimes seems to be missing from grand, sweeping tales. Or if it's not missing, it gets trivialized, pushed aside. Away with you, silly quote wars! Shoo, tug-of-warring puppies! Begone, trying out a new recipe! We have more important things to do. You'll just have to wait.
And yet... and yet, what is life made of? What are the grand, sweeping tales all about protecting and safeguarding? Isn't it those very same everyday moments, when you collapse into helpless giggles with your friends, when the puppy pulls you off the couch and starts washing your face, when the scones finally turn out like you want them?
There are, often, things in life which are more urgent than these moments of happiness, things which are time-sensitive, which have a high priority, which need to be done right away. But there is very little in life which is more important. It's a distinction I wish more people understood how to make.
So, think about that as we go into this week. What's important in your life -- what will make an impact on you, on those around you, on people you might never even meet? What's urgent -- has to be done right away, handled without delay? Where do the two meet... and where don't they? Thanks for reading and more writing on the way soon!

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Geoffrey on Monday, December 09, 2013 10:40 PM
Oh Anne, why do you make me smile so?

You say that you’re a boring person, but your life is filled with all those little boring details. With important little details. How is that boring? No, Anne, you seem to have a talent for finding the beauty in tiny pieces of life… or perhaps for pointing out the tiny pieces and showing that they are the beautiful parts.

So much of society seems designed to eliminate boredom. There is always excitement and action around the next corner. Watch this movie, play this video game, try this for an adrenaline rush. But I don’t think it’s so much the ‘what’ as the ‘who’ and the ‘why’ that matter.

I remember it happening almost ten years ago: I was playing some stupid game on the computer and my baby sister came to me asking to play. And I didn’t want to. And suddenly the realization came: she was adorable, but wouldn’t be so forever. I do not remember what game I was playing, nor what I played with my nine year old sister instead, but I do remember the joy we had. And I do remember many, many, many other things we’ve done together. And I love my youngest sister more than anyone else in the world. Sorry mom and dad, and other siblings. Just… sorry.

How did you become wise, Anne?

And since you’ve put me in the mood, I’ll share one of my favorite songs (which you probably know):
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Anne on Tuesday, December 10, 2013 12:09 PM
I do know that song -- I entitled the reader-inspired story in the combined Christmas collection after it. :-) And as for wisdom, I don't think I have it... I just know how much I don't know.

Haminac on Tuesday, December 10, 2013 5:18 PM
The moment you try to type your password instead of the actual email address, is the moment you should go to bed. But honestly, after this post I just sat there and was like "Aaaaw" :] Thank you, Anne, for this really nice end of a stressful pre-christmas day. You are utterly right :]
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