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My first photo with my new camera

My first photo with my new camera

Recently, I purchased a new used camera, and I couldn’t be happier!  She may be used and a little scratched up, but she’s my new pride and joy.  She takes beautiful photos and I know with some practice and some trial and error (since she didn’t come with a manual), I’ll be in snapshot heaven for hopefully years.

This is my third digital camera.  I still have my other two, and I don’t have any plans to give them up any time soon.  It always seems like I eventually end up outgrowing my cameras.  Still, I love them, and they have brought a lot of joy into my life and preserved many a precious memory.  They are more than simple objects.  They are the portals through which I have explored this world around like never before.  They have given me a unique perspective on my surroundings.  And I’ll cherish them forever.

Since my new camera didn’t come with a shoulder strap or batteries, I have only gotten to snap a few photographs.  I’m already in love though, and I’m forever daydreaming about the days and nights I’m going to spend behind that gorgeous lens of hers.  Be prepared for tons more photos.  I’ll surely be obsessed now!

Honey Bear and her kitty best friend curling up with me on the couch

Honey Bear and her kitty best friend curling up with me on the couch

When I was a child my parents made sure that I knew how to behave. They taught me to be honest, hard working, fair, and loving. They also taught me the importance of being respectful to others, especially to my elders. If an adult came into the room and there wasn’t anywhere for him or her to sit, I was instructed to give up my seat. If I had a guest spend the night, I was supposed to offer them my bed, while I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor.

It was imperative for me to say please, thank you, your welcome, excuse me, bless you, and I’m sorry immediately when it was appropriate. I was never permitted to be rude to anyone. I was taught to always treat others how I would want to be treated. And most of all, I wasn’t allowed to talk back to or criticize my elders. If I broke any of these rules, my parents would spank me and ground me. In my parents’ eyes, respect should always be a top priority.

I suppose that is why I was shocked today when a kid (I’d estimate as about 12) came to my door to tell me my dog was loose. Apparently, when my mom came to visit and my kids answered the door my almost 8-year-old sheltie/cocker spaniel mix decided she wanted to sunbath on my front walk. I wasn’t aware that my dog had sneaked outside, so it was nice to have someone let me know she was loose. However, that boy’s attitude had a lot to be desired.

As soon as I opened the door, he started lecturing me about my duties and obligations as a dog owner. He proceeded to point out that it was against the law to not properly tie a dog out and that I was risking my dog running away or worse, getting hit by a car. When I tried to explain to him that my dog normally stays on my property and that this had been an accident (of less than 5 minutes, mind you!) he still didn’t relent. He continued lecturing me that I needed someone to look out for my dog, and he suggested that he was the person to that.

In utter shock, I thanked him for his concern but told him his further assistance wasn’t necessary. I quickly got my dog back in the house and closed the door. The kid had been yelling at me so loudly that my mother even asked me what the commotion had been about–and she had been on the other side of my home!

This whole incident is unsettling to me. Where is the respect anymore? This kid did the right thing by knocking on my door. But I have to wonder if he did it simply to try putting me in my place. If I had ever done anything remotely like this at his age, my parents would have killed me! They simply would NOT have tolerated it. I am certain of it.

 

Walks with my dog are a great cure for writer's block!

Walks with my dog are a great cure for writer’s block!

Those who know me can attest that I am an open book. And I openly admit that I have a chronic illness, fibromyalgia. I choose to share this disabling condition, not to seek pity or attention, but to spread awareness and support to others with fibro or any other invisible disease. Living with a painful and frustrating condition isn’t easy, but I do believe it’s made me a better writer simply because I’ve had to come up with some creative ways to circumvent the many symptoms.

The fibromyalgia symptom that drives me the most insane, though, is the brain fog that can occur. I will be sitting at my laptop, happily tapping away when bam…suddenly, I have no idea what I was writing or where I was going with my work. It’s one of THE most infuriating feelings in the world!

As such, I’ve tried and tried to find some way, any way, to prevent this from happening. Although it’s been about 4 years now since I developed full-blown fibromyalgia, I have yet to find much to prevent brain fog completely. However, I HAVE found a way to bring back my train of thought and get the old mind rolling again after one of these episodes: exercise. Whether its something as simple as jumping jacks and stretching or something more complex like a yoga or cardio routine, exercise gets the blood pumping again. In turn, my creative juices and thoughts begin flowing correctly once more.

We so often rationalize that since writing is an internal, mental action, exercise and other physical activities have absolutely nothing to do with writing. But the longer I live the more I realize that all parts of our being are not only connected but very dependent on each other. A little break to get up, move around, and have some fun can easily break writer’s block and get your head back into your writing.

Tut and Boomer

Cute cat photos and videos are the bane of internet surfing, social media, and living for that matter. Everywhere you go you are surrounded by felines crowding cyberspace. The cuteness is infectious…and addicting. And for a huge animal lover like me, the kitty adorableness can be a major distraction when I should be doing anything but ooh-ing and aww-ing over cuddly cuties.

Honestly, though, animals, even cats with their subtle addictive quality, can be quite helpful with my writing. When I am suffering from a mega case of writer’s block a nice cuddling session with my resident felines or some playtime with my peppy pooch are the perfect solution. Over the years, I’ve noticed that the number one cause of writer’s block is not lack of skill, discipline, or ideas. It’s actually too much stress and strain. Excessive pressure in life, even if it has absolutely nothing to do with writing, tends to block the natural flow of writing. But with the love and adorable antics of pets, who can stay stressed for very long?

Moreover, some of my best writing has been a product of animals. Whether I am angered by their mistreatment, in awe of their beauty, inspired by their loyalty and innocence, or bursting to share my love of critters big and small, they have spoken to my heart and touched the deepest parts of my soul. My life is truly blessed because of my love of animals and the affection they return, so it’s only logical that this overflows into my writing, too.

Well, there you have my ‘A’ post for the A-Z Challenge. Have you ever been inspired to write because of a pet or other animal? If so, I’d love to hear about it! And don’t forget to peak back in tomorrow to see what ‘B’ object influences my writing.