* BOO! * (or Bunk?)

I think it's time to tackle a most controversial subject: Are Ghosts Real?

Personally, my answer is an extremely wishy-washy, "I think so." (Nothing like hedging your bets, huh?)

I have written a few articles on hauntings and have long been a firm "believer" that there are things we don't understand about death, life and time.

For instance, could time "overlap" in places, thus causing an "image" of the past (or future?) to appear for a few moments? If so, we might call this a "ghost", even though it could just be a blip in the time continuum.

(It sounds like I know what I'm talking about here, but I really don't. Any scientists are welcome to tell me how this is impossible, improbable or just plain silly!)

Or is it possible that souls CAN communicate from beyond the grave? Is life really over when we take that final breath, power down the neural net and shake off this mortal coil (kudos to The Bard for that last description)? Are we able to intelligently come back to watch over people or try to make amends?

Okay -- your turn.

Are ghosts real? Or are they merely figments of our imaginations, serving some social, cultural, religious and/or spiritual purposes?

Have you ever seen one? Have you snapped a picture and thought you saw something (or someone) in the developed photograph? Or do you say, "BOO!" to the whole idea of someone returning after life as we know it has ceased?

(A quick side note: Though I've always been a fan of ghosts, I've not embraced the notion of angels. Imagine my surprise when both my husband and son told me they felt angels were a real presence. Huh. Blew my mind. You can know people for a while and yet they'll still amaze you.)

Recipe for Pull-Yer-Hair-Outism

The Quoibler's Recipe for Pull-Yer-Hair-Outism

INGREDIENTS:

1 super busy week
1 Internet line that fails on a Friday
1 Internet service that won't fix it until Monday
1 bazillion deadlines
1 freelancer without access
1 never-ending cold

DIRECTIONS:

Mix all ingredients together.
Stand back.
Watch explosion.

SERVES:

One heaping helping of frustration.

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Yes, blogging friends. (Or should I say "Blends"? Hey! I like that!) In a nutshell, the above recipe culminated in a less-than-relaxing weekend.

Certainly, I did have some fun being "out of touch"; however, it was hardly A Good Thing (to use Martha's "catch phrase" without permission) from a fiscal perspective.

I am hoping for a more pleasant and productive week -- cross your fingers, toes and eyes. I know I will. :P

And now that I've kvetched and moaned, I'd love to hear about the BEST thing that happened to you this weekend! I'm serious! I want to hear positive stuff like random acts of kindness and unexpected checks in the mail. Please dish!

Another place, another time

For the most part, I enjoy the fact that I've been given the opportunity to live in the 21st century.

I like the conveniences (even those that are double-edged swords, like greasy fast food.)
I like the advantages of being a part of a flexible culture (did someone say "Internet-based, work-at-home freelance writer"?)
I like the day-to-day experiences of being in the "here and now."

Yet I do sometimes ask myself where I'd choose to be if it couldn't live in this era.

Depending upon my mood, the answer varies.

Sometimes, I fancy myself as a hearty, determined, resourceful pioneer wife, forging ahead into the great unknown. I want to know what it felt like to make food on a hearth, create the family's clothing and "tame" a landscape.

When I'm in other moods, I feel it might have been interesting to live before and during the American Civil War. I can't exactly say why, though. I'd like to think the roots of this daydream are intellectual... but they're more likely based on silly romantic ideals that John Jakes' North and South imprinted upon my psyche years ago.

In what time would you live if you couldn't be in 2007?

Would you jump back to the beginnings of Christianity? The Middle Ages? The Renaissance?
Or would you opt for Greece? Rome? The Far East?

Where in history do you feel your soul would be most be at peace?

When Bloggers Go Bad

Slap me with a wet noodle. I've been such a naughty blogger! Six days without a post? Terrible, horrible, bad.

Truth is, I have legitimately been consumed with business-related "stuff" -- tons of writing, teaching, performing. All wonderful and stimulating, but I do feel guilty for not popping in to at least say hello to some of my favorite web personalities!

(I haven't even read the horror series that Jason has at Clarity of Night. That's a crime in at least 27 states, I believe. I really should get my tush over there pronto!)

In any case, my absence has made me think more and more about being a good blogger... and how much that's like being a good friend.

See, I'd like to lie to you and say, "I'm the best friend in the whole world." But the truth rests 14.2 million miles away.

Like most people, I get too involved in my own routine to "mix it up" by calling friends, scheduling adult "play dates", or even sending a "hey-no-time-to-talk-but-love-you" email.

It saddens me, but still I persist in this never-ending cycle of weeks without much friend-related communication followed by a sudden burst of information exchange. Then the long days of silence return.

I've heard that others have experienced this phenomenon, especially when they start having children, but that doesn't make me feel much better about the whole thing.

I know that some friends accept this strange way of staying in touch in stops and starts - Susan, Sarah, Joanne. They forgive me for being human. But to be perfectly honest, I've lost other gal pals because of my inability to make them a priority more often.

Okay.

So what does this mean?

I'm not sure.

But I have the feeling that my new year's resolution is going to have to be related somehow to this subject because it's troubling me and has been for a while.

How do you make sure that you don't lose contact with friends? I'd sincerely be interested in hearing.

From Clarketta Kent to Superdudette

I need a pair of glasses.

Of course, I have a pair of glasses and plenty of disposable contact lenses. I'm practically blind without correction. ("Nice puppy..." ~"Mommy, that's a fuming grizzly bear!")

Nearsightedness is a condition I've had since I was around seven and unless I get LASIK, I'm going to have it for the rest of my life.

That's okay.

But I do really need some glasses. Not for what they can do, but what they look like.

See, I want to appear "writer-ish".

Sure, I'm already a writer. I've published plenty and have a list of clients and publications for whom I've worked and am working. I have clips. I have references. I have legitimacy in my field.

Yet I feel a strong desire to LOOK the part of a freelancer.

So I've been asking myself, "What kind of glasses seem most authoritative?"

How about those ones with the rectangular frames? Or perfectly round ones? Or those without any kind of visible frames that just seem to float on the nose?

Maybe pink ones (a la Sally Jessy Raphael... dear lord, is she even still sporting those things?) Or green ones. Or enormous multi-colored frames bought at an Elton John yard sale.

I have this fantasy (and I realize it's just that). If I dress like a writer, I'll write better and more efficiently. I'll get more work. I'll be offered fascinating assignments. And I can finally get a headshot that looks... well... like I'm a "real" writer.

So I need those glasses.

But first, I need to write to pay for them. Nice irony, huh?

Pluggin' Away, Part Sechs

Disclaimer: My apologies for being late on this installment of PLUGGIN' AWAY WEEKS. Strep throat and a host of other annoying ailments kept me away from the blogosphere for many days. Damn little germs. And penicillin is no treat, either. Blech.

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There's something funny about the word "neurotic", isn't there? Of course, true clinical neuroses aren't amusing (especially if you're on the receiving end of said problems), but everyday neuroses... well, they're kind of enjoyable to discuss.

Beth knows this quite well.

She's the blog mistress over at The Perfect Neurotic, and she takes her role as the ringleader of her circus seriously but with a high degree of mirth.

A TRIBUTE TO MS. BETH

Let's explore what makes her such a great attribute to cyberspace using the first letters of her name.

B. The Perfect Neurotic is a Bright spot to visit, as the discussion is lively (and ongoing) and the posts are stimulating.

E. I believe I found The Perfect Neurotic through The Clarity of Night. Or maybe Beth found me. Whatever. In any case, I found and find her writing to be highly Entertaining.

T. Whenever someone leaves a comment at The Perfect Neurotic, Beth responds. This type of Thank You is a much-appreciated courtesy among bloggers.

H. Beth blogs with Honesty. Her writings are infused with a sincerity that makes you feel as if you're a trusted confidante.

NEUROTIC, SCHNEUROTIC...

Are you itching to pop in now?

Be forewarned that the subject could turn to gardening or knitting at any time... but rest assured that even if you have a black thumb (as do I), you'll get a kick out of the discourse.

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I hope you've enjoyed our little journey during PLUGGIN' AWAY WEEKS. I'm going to pause from it for a while to move on to other subjects, but I do intend to revisit it periodically.

Thanks to everyone who visited during our virtual tour!

Pluggin' Away, Part Funf

It doesn't matter what you do for a living.
Nor does it make a difference what your family life is like.

Sooner or later, you'll meet the adversary known as REJECTION.

Let's face it--rejection ain't fun. It can be embarrassing, disheartening, disturbing, personal and (in some extreme cases) earth-shattering.

However, one blogger has found a way to put a humorous spin on regularly being rejected. Who is this bold, brave individual? Writer, Rejected from Literary Rejections on Display.

WHAT DRAWS ME TO LITERARY REJECTIONS ON DISPLAY

As a fellow writer, I know the sting of rejection. I also know the value of laughter. Yet I've not always been willing to openly mix the two. Fortunately, Writer, Rejected does.

Many unbelievably insincere rejection slips, letters and emails are posted at Literary Rejections on Display for fellow bloggers to view and discuss. And Writer, Rejected intersperses these notices with witty fantasies, some involving Rosemary Ahern, a literary agent (I believe.)

Even if you're not an author or journalist, Literary Rejections on Display is bound to resonate with you. Because like it or not, we've all been figuratively stamped with the word "REJECTED" a time or two. (And maybe literally stamped with it in some cases...)

THE TOP FOUR ASPECTS OF LITERARY REJECTIONS ON DISPLAY

1. The Comments--Between the scathing words delivered by angry editors and the loving reminders of sympathetic visitors, the commentary is always interesting and lively. I have noticed that it's died down a bit in the past couple of weeks... maybe we could all drop by and get it going again!

2. The Tone--Self-deprecation is always in fashion. Sure, some people find it to be over-the-top or boringly indulgent, but I think it's refreshingly candid.

3. The Mystery--Is Writer, Rejected a man or woman? Or perhaps a mythological creature? Does it matter? Probably not... but it's enjoyable to try to figure it out.

4. The Camaraderie--You're not alone. You're really not. In a world of rejection slips, Literary Rejections on Display is a welcoming haven for anyone whose day, week, year or decade has been ruined by the word "no".

As PLUGGIN' AWAY WEEKS continues, we'll dish about neuroses... and gardening.