Category Archives: Veronica’s Musings

Do the Unexpected. Be a Running Cow.

rounning cowsSeveral years ago, I was driving home from visiting a client in a rural area and I noticed a cow running through a field, playing with her calves. It was a completely unexpected sight. Seriously, how often do you see fully grown cows running in a field?

I did a little online research on the subject and learned that while cows can run, they usually don’t run unless they are stressed (being chased, etc.). Yet what I saw was definitely not a stressed cow. It was most definitely a happy cow (and yes, this happy cow was a California cow). Here’s a video of cows running for pleasure (well, at least that’s what the folks filming it in the truck say it is – pleasure), so I know it’s not unheard of for cows to run for fun, but I can definitely say that it was an unexpected sight for me. It was such an unexpected sight that I pulled over to watch for a while. Continue reading Do the Unexpected. Be a Running Cow.

My Secret Late Night Pleasure

shhhh photoI have decided that it’s time for me to share my secret late night pleasure with the world. This really has been a secret, but I suspect that my husband might know something about it, even though I haven’t yet shared it with him openly.

Don’t worry. This blog is still rated G (okay, maybe a spicy PG sometimes).

Here it is: Every night, very late at night, when I am in bed and after I am sure my husband is asleep, I privately indulge in one of my greatest pleasures. Keeping the lights turned off and scooching way over to my side of the bed, I pull up the covers and try to stay very still so I don’t wake my husband.

Then I reach over the side of the bed and feel around on the floor until I find what I’m looking for. That’s where I keep it, plugged in at night so it can recharge, and hidden just under the dust ruffle of the bed so no one can see it, although I’m not sure why I do that because I am certainly not ashamed of it nor am I worried that anyone would steal it here in my bedroom late at night. Before I bring it up into bed with me I usually turn one last time to check and make sure that my husband really is asleep. Once I am certain that he is, I get down to business.
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I’m a Literary Outlaw

Annie Oakley

Anyone who knows me well knows that I am, generally speaking, a rule follower and law obeyer.  Yes, I am the one who stops at a red light on a country road at night when there is clearly no one around, waiting patiently for the green light. I do my best (although not perfectly) to adhere to the speed limit. I don’t park in parking spaces designated for the disabled (unless I have my placard with me), and I don’t violate warnings of “No Trespassing.”

In most of my life, knowing the rules and following the rules are the same thing.

But it’s not true with writing.

Oh, I know the rules.  I definitely know all the rules. I just choose not to follow them all the time.  Call it my own personal little rebellion against “the man.”  I’ll defiantly start sentences with conjunctions (like I just did above), or I’ll brazenly end sentences with prepositions. I’m the queen of the run-on sentence and the duchess of the dangling participle.
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Evernote – My New Best Friend

evernote imageI’ve been using Evernote, on and off, for a long time, but it has recently become my new best friend.  I use it to:

  • Take notes while I read
  • Write poetry and stories in the middle of the night (well, any time I’m not at my computer)
  • Record my random thoughts
  • Journal about what’s happening in my life
  • Track my To Do items
  • Capture photos and status updates from Facebook I want to keep
  • Keep track of website passwords and logins
  • Store blog topics
  • Keep notes of phone conversations with clients and vendors
  • Dictate quick notes to myself

I’m sure I use it for even more things that I can’t think of right now. They have added new features recently that I haven’t begun to explore yet, but I have no doubt that I’ll love most of them. Continue reading Evernote – My New Best Friend

Facebook Dilemma

A writing group I belong to on Facebook is having a poetry marathon today.  Because I love poetry marathons as a way to shake away any creative cobwebs, I have been keeping up and writing a poem an hour.

The way the maraFB like button and question markthon works is that members write a poem an hour, responding to a prompt (or not), and then post those poems to the group’s Facebook page.  We read each other’s poetry and comment. It’s a small,  nice community, and participating is fun. Continue reading Facebook Dilemma

Dealing with Rejection

teenage rejectionI fell in love – I mean really in love – for the first time when I was in 8th grade.  All my crushes before then were just kid stuff, but Matt was the real thing.  We were “going together” and everyone knew it (even though we never actually went anywhere because neither of us was allowed to date and we were too young to drive).  We shared several precious kisses – at a church-sponsored dance, at an amusement park, and on my front porch. Then one day, at a dance, he danced with Gina …. to our song (Three Times a Lady by the Commodores)…and then he kissed her.  And I couldn’t breathe.

I was devastated.  It was a pain so intense that it reverberated across the decades.  When I think about it, I can still feel the ache of that betrayal and rejection.

It wasn’t the last time I would experience rejection. Anytime you expose yourself emotionally to others you risk rejection. As a writer, you invest yourself in your work. You are putting your ideas, your skill, and your voice out there for judgement. You are actually putting yourself out there for judgement.
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How She Would Want It

KATHY059My mother died on this day – December 10, 2006. It has been 8 years now, but it’s still a sad day.  I find myself close to tears several times throughout the day as I remember, and I do my best to replace the sadness with happy memories of her, and there are many, many happy memories to choose from.

For the last two weeks of her life, she was at home, receiving hospice support.  I was there caring for her, along with various other family members who came and went and some professional care givers, as well. But I was the one who was there 24 hours a day.

I had the chance to talk with my mother a lot during those final weeks, especially the first week, while she was still fully lucid and alert. We shared our honest and heartfelt thoughts during the wee hours of the morning when no one else was there or awake and I had the chance to say everything I wanted and needed to say to her,  She did, too. Continue reading How She Would Want It