After the Three-Day Weekend (in the US)

Repeat after me: “It’s Tuesday.”

Everyone I’ve run into today has struggled with today being Tuesday. They must have had a good Memorial Day weekend.

Mine was restful. Almost too restful, as I slept in and read all day. I got a blog post done, some writing, a bit of fretting about writing. I ate grilled bison burgers and some roasted Brussels sprouts. Hence a Tuesday that feels like Monday.

A little kid at the next table in Starbucks just asked “Today is Tuesday?” So it’s even happening to the younger generation. What day is it? It’s Tuesday, isn’t it?

But isn’t it great to discover that it’s Tuesday, and the work week is one day shorter? That extra day off gives an extra bonus at the end of the week when Friday should be Thursday. It’s a new, happy kind of math.

I’m going to go home and get some work done, with an internal smile that today’s Tuesday and not Monday.

Having it all (If all means “not all”)

What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

One of the things I have taught and researched is well-being. Studies in economic well-being explain that when people are asked whether they’re satisfied with their income, they respond that they would like (on average) ten percent more. I suspect that if the researcher would ask them in terms of material wealth, that 10% more would hold. So money and material goods — can we have it all? Apparently not.

And if it’s not money that becomes the confining resource, it’s time. As we only get 24 hours in a day, we find ourselves making decisions on where we put our time — work, relationships, hobbies and side hustles, family obligations, relaxation. We can buy substitutes for our time: restaurant meals, nannies, maids, time-saving appliances, but they only go so far.

In other words, our expectations expand with our acquisitions. If we don’t have a car, we want one. If we get a car, we want a new or better car. A new set of dishes. A bigger house to put all the things we’ve bought into. A Roomba. A hot tub. An RV. Jewelry and paintings. A professional level kitchen …

We can’t have it all unless we define our own “all”, which will require us to go against what might be our innate human nature. Can we decide we’ve acquired enough? There’s lots of advantages to this. Less stress, more room in the house or apartment, fewer things in landfills, less need to have yard sales. Some would argue more time with people because we have to work less to buy things.

Dead Bats and a Review

I’m going to find time to write today. I will not be a writer if I neglect the writing. First, I have to take the dead bat that my cats were all playing with to the Health Department to make sure it doesn’t have rabies. Good jolly morning we’re having here, especially if you’re the poor dead bat.

I’ve been thinking of Gaia’s Hands, and that one of my friends considered it “a fun read”. I never thought of it as a fun read, but I guess in some ways it is. A sentient monster vine, a rampant green thumb, an unlikely romance, a bad folksinger^*, a little snark.

It also has escalating acts of aggression within academia, scientific method^**, a breakup, a menacing presence, and computer espionage.

Ok, honestly, I can see how it would be a fun read. My favorite line in the book is when Josh, the male main character, says “Everyone has to start somewhere” at what might be an inconvenient time. Read it if you want to know how inconvenient a time.

* This is how we kill our exes as authors.

** We write what we know. I know academia.

A Short Hiatus

Wow, when was the last time I wrote here? I think it’s been a few days. I’ve been busy scheduling internship visits and going on internship visits and recovering from internship visits — in other words, summer as usual.

I’m struggling to write. This might be because I skipped to the last chapter of my book, hoping it would be an easy write, and it has been anything but. Maybe I need to go back to a hard chapter and start setting up for the final battle. There’s a few chapters of setup there to happen. Maybe it’s those doubts about writing creeping up again.

I’m not going to get out of those doubts any way but to start writing again. Even this short entry is writing, and I can do this again and again until I get out of the rut.

Broadway Cafe, Kansas City MO

I’m here in KC for a change of scenery and some writing time at my favorite cafe in town. I’m hoping I feel motivated to write on the story, because I’ve been struggling with that lately. I’ve skipped ahead to the last chapter to write on that, and maybe that’s the problem. Not much happens in the last chapter of a book except the tie up the loose ends. And in this case, a baby is definitely front and center.

I don’t really understand babies. I’m childless by choice; I have never been graced with a maternal instinct. But enough of that; I am sitting in the best cafe in Kansas City.

Broadway Cafe is the real thing, with worn chairs and scuffed walls and young baristas. I don’t know if they do latte art because I’m drinking their coffee of the day, Guatemala. The coffee is roasted and brewed so well that it has notes. It doesn’t just taste like dark roast. If we hadn’t just had breakfast at AC Hotel, we would have some pastries

So from here, I write on the book. Damn babies. What do babies do at 3 months old? They eat, poop, cry, burp and squeeze your finger. How hard can that be? They smile, which is how they get away with eating, pooping, crying, and burping all the time.

And people make burbling noises at them.

Ok, back to grounding myself in my surroundings. I have coffee, and I’m about to write. I’m about to write the sappiest chapter in my life. All it needs is a cute dog. (It’s not going to get a cute dog).

Ok, time to write …

Playing with WordPress Embeds

In WordPress, in editing mode, there’s this blue plus sign in the upper left corner of the screen with a lot of options. I’ve used few options, mostly because I haven’t needed to. But am I missing something? Let me see.

I’m specifically playing with Embeds today. Embeds are a way of putting external content from social websites into your blog. Let me start with embedding one of my books via the Kindle embed:

Oh, I like that! Visual, professional, and with a link!

How about Twitter?

Tweets by lleachsteffens

Ah, my Twitter is very boring. I need to fix this.

WordPress has a generic link for sharing. I’m going to try Beacons with this:

https://beacons.ai/lleachie

Ok, not at all exciting.

How about a map?

Maryville, MO, United States

It’s an old map — the university no longer houses the Missouri Academy. And 102 BBQ? I’ve lived here for 24 years and don’t recall seeing that.

There are a few embeds I can see myself using plus many more I won’t, because I don’t have the social accounts they correspond with. The ones that work are pretty attractive, though, and I especially see myself using the Amazon Kindle one.

I think I’ll end this with the Facebook embed:

https://www.facebook.com/laurenleachsteffens/

Well, that was anticlimactic.

When WordPress is good, it is very very good, but when it’s not, it’s so-so.

Effervescent

I want to feel effervescent, like Max Richter’s recomposition of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons: Spring. Effervescent means bubbly, but not in the sense of a bubble bath with its larger, comforting bubbles. Effervescence is fine, tiny bubbles, fizzy bubbles, sharp on the tongue when drinking sparkling water. Where bigger bubbles sing like whales (if they could), effervescence tinkles like fairy bells and giggles.

Today is not an effervescent day. It has been gloomy all day, with a tendency toward light rain. I am not effervescent today, not even bubbly. I’m cold coffee looking for ice so I can chill. If Vivaldi composed this day, it would be the Fifth Season: Blah. The opposite of effervescent.

I don’t know how to make myself feel effervescent, or maybe I do. The right company can make me feel effervescent. A crush can definitely make me feel effervescent. Enough hilarity would make me feel effervescent. (As a nerd, I have some go-tos for this: Galaxy Quest, Middleman, Shinesman, Young Frankenstein). Hypomania makes me effervescent right until I’m clutching my hair and yelling “Make it stop!”, so I don’t want to go there. I definitely prefer the other methods.

Right now, in the middle of a rainy work day, I’m going to have to settle with not being effervescent. That cold coffee isn’t bad with a little cream and ice.

One Small Improvement?

Daily writing prompt

What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

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Feeling uninspired today, I decided I would try the prompts that are now packaged as part of WordPress. And as you can see from the above, I got a doozy.

I’m all about big audacious goals, showy goals, big reward goals. Intoxicating goals. Probably comes from being one of those honor students who got external validation in the form of praise and trophies.

There’s one little improvement that would increase my quality of life, but thinking about the improvement itself makes me want to sit in the middle of my living room and cry.

It’s cleaning my house.

My house is about what you’d expect with two bookish types working full-time who hate housework. I have writing as my pressing hobby; Richard just hates housework.

Our house is cluttered. Despite the fact that this house is over twice as big as the one we moved out of eleven years ago, it’s just as cluttered. We just got more stuff to fill the space.

I feel like my writing would be better if I didn’t have to look at so much stuff and move it aside so I can sit down. Having a clean house would feel like a holiday!

I have to start somewhere, and there’s just so much stuff and I can’t throw any of it away. Maybe if I (and/or Richard) pick one room at a time and have a sorting basket nearby. Think of places to put the clutter, places that make sense. Don’t put the clutter in yet another pile to be sorted eventually. Proceed to the next room, which hopefully doesn’t have new clutter piles from the last room cleaned. Phew!

It looks like maybe cleaning the house isn’t a “small improvement” after all.

Publications List (Personal)

Poetry/Short Stories:

Leach-Steffens, L. (2020). Thirty Years. Sad Girls Pub Lit. Available: https://www.sadgirlsclublit.com/post/thirty-years-lauren-leach-steffens

Leach-Steffens, L. (2020). Come to Realize. The Daily Drunk. Available: https://thedailydrunk.com/f/come-to-realize?blogcategory=Short+Story

Leach-Steffens, L. (2020. )Wasn’t/Was/Is. Riza Press. Available: https://rizapress.com/2020/01/09/wasnt-was-is/

Leach-Steffens, L. (2019). Slush Pile. Submittable Content for Creatives. Available: http://discover.submittable.com/blog/2019-rejection-horror-stories-part-1/

Leach-Steffens, L. (2019). Flourish. Cook Publishing Short Story Contest. Available: https://lleach.me/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/0ad2a-flourish.pdf

Self-Published Novels:

Leach-Steffens, L. (2022). Gaia’s Hands. Available: https://www.amazon.com/Gaias-Hands-Lauren-Leach-Steffens-ebook/dp/B09DBRN7XW/ref=sr_1_5?crid=25TC9AGIGJWQY&keywords=Lauren+Leach-Steffens&qid=1641131151&sprefix=lauren+leach-steffens%2Caps%2C75&sr=8-5

Leach-Steffens, L. (2022). It Takes Two to Kringle. Available: https://www.amazon.com/Takes-Two-Kringle-Lauren-Leach-Steffens-ebook/dp/B0B7GQLG82/ref=sr_1_1?crid=15G6GO2WRH6ND&keywords=It+Takes+Two+to+Kringle&qid=1683897739&s=digital-text&sprefix=it+takes+two+to+kringle%2Cdigital-text%2C100&sr=1-1

Leach-Steffens (2021). Kringle in the Night. Available: https://www.amazon.com/Kringle-Night-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B09DBS4JX4?ref_=ast_author_dp

Leach-Steffens, L. (2020). The Kringle Conspiracy. Available: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08KFBLCPC?ref_=dbs_m_mng_rwt_calw_tkin_0&storeType=ebooks&qid=1641217948&sr=8-1

Serial Novel:

Leach-Steffens, L. (2021). Kel and Brother Coyote Save the Universe. Kindle Vella. Available: https://www.amazon.com/Kel-Brother-Coyote-Save-Universe/dp/B09B1CKVL2/ref=sr_1_1?crid=24TPNCO0NGU4L&keywords=Kel+and+Brother+Coyote&qid=1641218295&sprefix=kel+and+brother+coyote%2Caps%2C82&sr=8-1

I Need Something to Wake Me Up

I mean that title metaphorically, not in the coffee sense.

I have become sleepy lately (extending the metaphor). No Big Audacious Goals, just work and writing on a novel I’m afraid is sleepwalking across the countryside. No exciting plans this summer. No tempting opportunities. Nothing that gives my soul a psychic jolt of caffeine (this extended metaphor is getting silly).

I know I should be able to wake myself up, but inertia is so difficult to break. Which is why I need an assist from the Universe. I want this to be a good morning wake up, not a wake-up call in the colloquial sense, or a wake up and smell the coffee. A good gentle shake, or a cat plopping on my chest. Or fireworks, I’d take fireworks. Or someone yelling from the doorway.

In the meantime, I will see if I can make myself that metaphorical coffee.