Oh please not Anti-Resolutions Time Already?

[Did a lazy reblog…]

Ten things not to do in 2017? [prompt]

1. Stress about creativity…
2. Plan a strict schedule…
3. Freeze / starve…
4. Apologise for absences and belatedness…
5. Travel so far I can’t get home for months…!
6. Run out of money…
7. Deprive myself of hope…
8. Avoid poetry… whatever anyone has to say about men writing and reading such stuff!
9. Buy any kind of new tech (2ndhand inc) / mobile device…
10. Sink for borrowing too much…

And if I were making it ‘a baker’s dozen’ … it’d just be unlucky for some, but (a) not to be even acknowledging detritus types of western politic, however dangerous it might seem to have alternative ways of ‘free-thinking’; (b) online too much again eventually, unless / until co-writing on pieces of paper, jointly, with Colleen de V. and be careful with it (is that in the nots category? and so, (c) confusing myself with daft artistic notions derived from influence of bogus ‘artful dodger’ types! [no accusations or implications being levied at any acquaintance in either of our worlds, real and/or virtual! cuz we steer clear, as do they of any honest types! lol]

{I might need to add a 14- for an admin vol getting round to some posting some drafty stuff some time, reciprocally & mutually unpaid of course, in our wonderful so often tokenistic ‘free world’…}

I got back specially for a 72-100hour plus New Year marathon ‘Soiree’ and forgot to bring Snickers, but remembered more beans! hooray!

FFs! autono-A-Z-ing! fin-ish!

I have finally got to get this fluffy F’in out of my free-writing system somehow. Even my everyday daily poem at Pitter Patter (fitter fatter one day maybe) was an f-in frog-hopping start with fickle flippin shopping for fodder thrown in for fair weather reflection! FFS! All this flaneur and fishing for soup and fort-fully finking… i am so looking forward to battered fish tomorrow, even if grey rather than white for a fifty pence helping! Baked not fried of course! I blog-hopped twenty new A to Z blogs from my reader rather than from the sign-up list and still trying to follow those visited before (but not actually following following all but keeping track via comments notifications + notes). At some point gettiing links pages / reviews together…phew!

Whatever next? Gee – with a j, like in congeal? what g word start with a j? just to be awkward? are there any?  or a g, for grr? Not yet decided.

Surprised I  managed a sensible response to the writing 101 task earlier but even that was a flit to the future! FFS!

Finally though, I’ve taken some of my own advice for a change from my Feeling Fine Framework at Snailzpace Daily and made a doodle for today. So Tuesday’s are going to maybe feature Tuesday’s-Doodle-Day, and I’ll make at least one every week – but you might guess this first one has a couple of flippin’ F’s innit! So, I am definitely learning my alFabet fine. Just my form needs some fine-tuning and forms need finishing – and the foto file needs uploading to my flying machine…So, going on and getting back with whatever next…

G-wizardry?  Farewell 😀

epityemologloggically …

A little game of lexicography dragged out, as games do tend. … science of discworld and nature of writes… slipped out of practice and the influence of artists -one in particular especially enthused for the long-forlorn low-tech and following their direction for a way of creating a micro-scope.

Epityemologically, it’s been a very long day. Two, in fact. Yesterday, after a solid seven hours job searching, (breaking only for Holocaust remembrance), I had a scientific document trawl around climate change and the environment. Ageing or something.

The night before was Foucault study, trying to fit pieces together to make some sense. The evening before or the day before that was contemporary Mexican art research – if you can call browsing aimlessly within the confines of a topic “research”. Colleen was inspired by a 2005 Minerva Cuevas text – especially this one line, “Where can I find freedom?” and scrawled a poem in the blink of an eye that I have to add somewhere. I don’t enjoy copy typing so I’m glad it’s a short and having to find a more interesting way of of presenting it, perhaps.

Today’s been mainly crisis management and not ever so managing – not really my crisis and this isn’t the place or the time. No big fish to fry. Storm in a teacup.  And I’m frazzled and flaking and hitting the hay soon enough.

Branding starts on Monday, two weeks of, I hope, not torture. Halfway through week two and I’m not sure I’ve gotten very far enough yet but no real rush and we all have commitments and some of us are snails. It’s a relief not to be hurried. I was planning to write something perzazzing with it but epityemolicallicaly AND mologloggically it all went out the window with mantra Earth.