This colorful little shaggy dog looks about as frantic as I feel.
It's a good thing he was already done and waiting.
I'm a bit frantic because I did it again.
I waited until the last minute.
Does that ever happen to you?
It seems like it's in my DNA.
When you're busy, some things have got to give.
Writing this week's newsletter is one of those things that slipped off my radar.
I wish it didn't, but it did.
I go through the week gathering ideas. When it doesn't matter, the ideas come fast and furious. I can't even beat them away with a flyswatter. I discover ridiculous, entertaining, and even funny things to write.
I could talk about an island full of mosquitos. They really will be here long after any nuclear winter. Mosquitos, freaking cockroaches and Twinkies.
Then, when it comes down to putting down my thoughts, the whole universe of ideas I've gathered all week scamper out of my head faster than I can down a shot of tequila.
The hollow space between my ears becomes a cavernous and palpable void. It's like someone polishes the inside of my brain so well the good ideas slide out and leave me with nothing.
There's nothing's left. Nada.
I know they're hiding in there someplace. I know the empty corners of my mind collect those ideas like dust bunnies and save them for later.
How do I coax those little beggars out? I've tried lots of things and made lots of promises to myself.
I promise myself I'll start writing all these ideas down, but I don't.
I promise myself I'll polish the blog post earlier in the week, but I don't.
I promise myself I'll stick to my schedule, but I don't.
Then come Thursday. Come Thursday, I'm scrambling like Fighter Command at DEFCON 1.
Nuclear Attack Imminent.
Batten down the hatches!
GET WORDS OUT OF HEAD!
So, I'm coming to you from DEFCON 1. Battle Stations in my brain.
Well, I know this is not what I planned to write.
The one thing that I've discovered is, to get it out, I've got to write. Those ideas just don't have any life until I write them down.
Good thing I love writing.
I'll keep on keeping on and...
Until next week, I wish you peace.
Angela Moulton has a thing for birds. She paints hundreds of them. I like her other paintings too, but I really love the birds.
I spend some time scrolling through Pinterest looking for interesting techniques, photos, or some inspiration from time to time.
I ran across Angela on Pinterest. Her little bird paintings caught my eye.
I started watching some of her videos to see if I could work out how she does what she does.
She makes bold strokes and leaves them where they go down. There’s no fudging, smudging, or blending involved. Just, pick a color and lay it down. The resulting style is one that is playful and eye-catching.
This style lends itself well to acrylic painting and oil painting as well. I like the freedom and decisiveness need to make this work.
If you haven’t guessed it yet, I would recommend checking out her paintings. I hope the bright colors and freedom catch you as it did mine.
You can find her in several places on the Internet, so have at it.
As I leave the cactus and lizard state today on a big silver bird, I include this fun little cactus and lizard artwork.
I dread the overnight flight from Phoenix to our tiny little island.
First of all, when I get to the airport it will be a ghost town. All of the shops will be shuttered and locked and you'll hear the echo of the lone floor sweeper zipping up and down the empty lanes. I can hear the theme from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly playing in the back of my head.
My flight leaves Phoenix at 11:45 pm Friday and gets to Chicago at some ungodly hour in the morning. I have a three-hour forty-five-minute layover and then on to St. Thomas. Just over eight hours flying time and about five hours of airport time.
I know I'm kicking-up a bit of a fuss about how long it's going to take, but we really are so lucky to be able to travel so far, so fast.
Hell, I can get across the country on a direct flight in less than six hours. If I were flying in an SR-71, I could get across the country in just over an hour.
The 1999 final flight of the SR-71 set a speed record when it flew from Los Angeles to Washington DC in one hour, four minutes and 30 seconds. That's moving. The SR-71 Blackbird Retired By Flying Coast-To-Coast In One Hour.
I was also reading a fun article this week about an SR-71 pilot who clocked their ground speed at about nineteen hundred knots on a training flight. (1900 knots is 2,186 mph) Blackbird Pilot Trolls Arrogant Fighter Pilot with Ground Speed Check.
Speeds like 2,186 mph are mind-boggling.
Here's an example:
It's 816 miles across the breadth of Texas from El Paso to Texarkana. That distance takes almost 12 hours in a car but in an SR-71 it would take about thirty-five minutes or about five percent of the drive time.
My plane will only be going about 500 miles an hour max.
So, as I lumber through the friendly skies in the early hours of Saturday morning at a mere 500 mph, I'll be counting my blessings and thinking of you.
Until next week, I wish you peace.