True crime podcasts are wildly popular as of late. I mainly listen to True Crime Garage and Sword and Scale.
Sometimes I wonder if there is something morally questionable about being entertained by the activities of criminals, and the suffering of their victims. Is true crime socially acceptable porn? But even porn is socially acceptable these days.
I might have been a detective in a past life—I’ll post about my belief in reincarnation another time.
I’m intrigued by the process of investigating a crime. The detectives examine the crime scene and collect evidence. They look into the background of the victim to figure out who they associated with and who might have had reason to harm them. Sometimes the victim happens to be at the right place at the right time for the perpetrator. In these cases, investigators hope to find someone who witnessed the crime or saw something before or after the crime occurred.
This post is not meant to be a primer on how to be a criminal investigator. I am not qualified to write such a primer. However, my consumption of true crime entertainment and detective fiction is filling me with fodder for writing my own crime fiction. I could refer you to previous posts about me not writing enough, but blah, blah, blah.
This entry (if I can call it that) sort of went off the rails. I need a blogging plan. I need all sorts of plans. Here’s a list.
- Fiction writing
- Plans for plans
Get the picture? Now watch as very little comes of any of it. I guess a Little is better than nothing.
After trying for years to convince my husband that we needed a side-by-side refrigerator, we got one! It arrived yesterday and just fits where the old one was. If it were any wider, we would have had to send it back. I believe this fridge will change my life. Does that sound like an exaggeration? Sure, it’s a bold statement to make, but having more space for fresh and prepared foods will make it easier for me to eat healthfully and lose that 20 or so pounds I’ve gained over the past couple of years.
I made a tomato sauce today loosely based on a recipe in The Vegetarian’s Bible: 350 Quick, Practical, and Nutritious Recipes, by Inga-Britta Sundqvist. Cooking is so much more fun when your kitchen is somewhat usable. My space is far from perfect, but the new refrigerator has already made a difference.
I roasted broccoli and prepared some frozen tortellini to serve with the sauce. Here’s tomorrow’s lunch and probably dinner. I might add some blackened salmon to the evening meal.
My beautiful side-by-side refrigerator.
Tomato sauce with onions, garlic, carrots, and misc. spices.
Roasted broccoli, tortellini, and tomato sauce for lunch.
Just when I think I have it, I find that I don’t. I probably never will.
Waiting for magic to happen is the worst thing you can do, because while you’re waiting, magic is springing up all around you. You have to allow yourself to see it. Ask for it.
Is this a dark time in history? Or, is there more light shining on who and what we are.
Magic is in birdsong. Listen all you can.
A prompt from Writer’s Digest.
I’ve come to romanticize the idea of writing by hand. I imagine avid journal writers sitting in cafes filling the pages of their leather-bound notebooks with momentous thoughts. They use fancy expensive pens, and their handwriting is, of course, a sight to behold.
I want to be like these people, so I buy Moleskine notebooks and fill them with my deep thoughts and not-so-deep doodles. However, I don’t journal regularly, so I feel like I’m not doing it right. You hear about those people who have stacks and stacks of journals chronicling their lives from 2nd grade until their time in the retirement home. Having that kind of record of your life would be nice.
This post is about handwriting and the fact that I don’t like the way mine looks. When I’m writing quickly things get messy. The only way for me to write neatly is to slow down and practice mindfulness. Even my legible writing is not pleasing to my eye. I envy those art journalers who include nice looking handwritten words with their drawn and painted images. I’ve really been digging the work of Teesha Moore. She creates journals that include collage, handwritten text, and drawings. I thought about buying one of her journals, but the one she had for sale on Etsy was out of my price range at $1,400.
I have been making an effort to improve my handwriting. My lowercase d and a are looking better, and I’m trying not to let the tail of my f and the top of my t get too curvy. I’ve considered practicing handwriting by copying poems. My writing would improve, I would learn some poems, and I might get the bug to write poetry. I used to write poems regularly, but I stopped for some reason.
It always comes back to giving myself more things to do; more things for which I don’t have time.
My new thing is digital collage. Here’s a video showing the stuff I’ve created so far. I’ve been getting images from Pixabay, Unsplash, Pexels, and my own collection.
I use Photofox and Procreate for iPad. I think I’m doing this instead of writing. Why can’t I become obsessed with writing?
The prompt is strategy.
Being human ain’t easy. We suffer at the hands of others, and we cause a lot of our own pain. You’d think that since we have such big brains and opposable thumbs, we would be able to figure out a way to alleviate this situation.
I imagine that a lot of people enjoy causing others to suffer, and there are some who don’t like causing the suffering, but they do like to watch it, or just know that it’s happening. This must be normal because it’s been going on since people got started.
I need a strategy for keeping my suffering to a minimum. I would also like to help a few other people along the way. Some people use religion for this purpose. Some seek pleasure in sex, drugs, food, and shopping. We all do what we can to get through this life. I will probably keep doing the same things over and over with a few variations. Is that a strategy? Maybe it’s the opposite.
You can start writing a blog post thinking you’ll come up with some answers, and then only generate more questions. I go around in circles, and probably will until I leave this life. The trick might be to keep my body and mind occupied with the world’s mundane wonders.
A surreal digital collage by me.