If I Were . . .

If I were a coNUNdrum, I'd move over and set up house at Connecting Now , but I'm not, so I won't. I will, however, share with you that I've been mulling. Ideas are nothing like the latest tsunami. Rather they are more scattered showers, with a chance of drought. And there is nothing worse than trying to spit sand from your tongue while trying to share juicy tidbits of ... well, anything.

What am I driving at?

As you can see, I've been sprucing up this home of mine. Hoping to brighten, draw the writerly-me out of her cavernous living, and begin to share noteworthy smatterings fresh off her ever-grinding-never-resting brain. I've got a few suggestions for little recluse-me:

• Tell them what you're learning in math. 

• Share what your hero/heroines are doing, saying, learning, experiencing.

• Offer advice. 

• Write from your hero/heroine's perspective.

• Teach how to make mud pies.

• Continue with book reviews (not such a consistent thing lately.)

• Discuss disabling conditions -- mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually and how we can thrive in the midst of them. 

Hmm... decisions. Like looking at a menu, too many choices create paralysis in my preferably sedate condition. 

Come Rain or Shine, Keep Dancin'

K. A. Jacobsen
Writer
southpawscribbler@gmail.com