Motivation

My husband is often grumpy and slow to get up in the morning. Yesterday I thought of a way to motivate him to get out of bed. I had noticed that the woodpeckers were almost out of suet, so when I went upstairs to wake him, I told him that the woodpeckers were fighting over the last little morsel of food. He came downstairs shortly and said, “I’m only up because I wanted to feed the birds.” I knew it. I could tell that he was really enjoying his new winter hobby. It looks like I’ve learned a few things about him over the years, including how to motivate him from time to time.

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Get It Done and Fix It Later

“Get it done and fix it later.” That’s what I’m always telling myself at work. Perfection is a noble goal, but production must happen first. There will be opportunities to fix my mistakes later down the line. But if my deadline rolls around and I don’t turn something in, my employers are going to ask why. And if I do it more than once, they might decide I don’t deserve a salary. With my livelihood at stake, I manage to meet my deadlines, even if I’m tired, distracted, bored, or sick, and even if I’m convinced that I’m doing the work poorly.

Now what I need to do is take that same discipline and translate it to more of my personal projects. As Jodi Picoult said, “You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page.” That’s true. The things we create rarely seem as wonderful when we’re working on them as they did in our heads when we first envisioned them. But having done something, even if it doesn’t turn out exactly as we planned, is still better than having done nothing.

The photo books that I make every year are a good example. I’m never fully satisfied with them. The pictures aren’t good enough. The layouts aren’t good enough. The text isn’t good enough. That’s the way it always goes. But when I’m done, I have something unique to look at and share. If I didn’t finish them, I’d have only the digital files on my computer, files in such quantity and disorder that they’re not much fun to look at.

This topic might seem an odd one given that I mailed a fiction contest entry yesterday. I accomplished something, yes, but the original goal was to write many stories and send the best. I only wrote two and sent one. The combined writing and editing took me a handful of hours. That’s all the writing (save for blog posts) that I did since declaring my goal last year. If writing were my job, I’d have fired myself long ago.

Comparing my personal accomplishments with my professional ones makes me sad. I get glowing reviews from my boss every year. She always says that I exceed her expectations even though her expectations continue to rise. So why can’t I be as productive for myself as I am for my employers?

Perfectionism is for people who have all the time in the world. I don’t. So I’m going to have to start saying it to myself more often—“Get it done and fix it later!”

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Deadlines

The last few weeks have been difficult. I faced multiple deadlines at work, which had me bouncing back and forth between projects at a dizzying pace. I also had a personal deadline with which to deal: the Highlights Fiction Contest. Tomorrow is the last day to postmark contest entries. Is my entry done? You betcha! It’s in the envelope and ready to go. How did I manage that? I have no idea!

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All About Thursday, On a Thursday

I just finished reading the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde. The first five of the books were rereads. The sixth and seventh were new to me. I wish I had the mental energy to review the books properly, but I don’t. So I’m just going to say a little bit about each and then move on to other things.

The first book of the series, The Eyre Affair, is the best (Grade: A+, click here for a post that includes the opening sentence). This book introduces us to Thursday Next and her wacky family, and the most interesting, funny alternate reality. It is a reality in which dodos have been brought back from extinction, literature and art are treated with the same fanaticism as sports, and time travel is an everyday part of life. I could go on and on about how much I love this book and Fforde’s sense of humor. Suffice it to say, they’re awesome.

The second book, Lost in a Good Book (Grade: A-), introduces us to BookWorld, the place where fictional characters live and act out the scenes from their respective books. Thursday Next has the rare ability to read herself into this world and there she joins Jurisfiction, which is basically the BookWorld police. I have to constantly remind myself that BookWorld is a part of Thursday’s universe, not mine, and so it doesn’t have to meet the same standards of believability. That usually works, but sometimes not, which is why this book gets a lower grade than the first.

The third book, The Well of Lost Plots (Grade: B), takes place in BookWorld, where Thursday Next is hiding out from all the people who want to kill her, but she still has many problems to deal with, including an enemy’s attempt to erase her memories. The title is sort of ironic because the plot of the book gets lost among all the details of Fforde’s world-building. He must have spent a great deal of time figuring out the inner workings of BookWorld. Those details were undoubtedly necessary to have in mind while writing the story, but IMHO only about half of them should have made it into the book, which is why I gave The Well of Lost Plots the lowest grade of the series.

The fourth book, Something Rotten (Grade: A), is my second favorite of the series. It makes having finished the previous book worthwhile. In this sequel, Thursday Next fights to get her husband back and save the world in yet another very humorous way, all while taking care of her child, Friday.

The fifth book, Thursday Next: First Among Sequels, is pretty good, too (Grade: A, click here to see what I said about it before).

The sixth book, One of Our Thursdays Is Missing (Grade: B+), takes place mostly in BookWorld. The real Thursday is missing,  and the written (i.e., fictional version of) Thursday goes looking for her. Puns abound, sometimes glaringly. What I find oddest and most jarring about this book, though, is that the layout of BookWorld, explained in the previous book of the series, is completely rearranged in this one.

The seventh book, The Woman Who Died a Lot (Grade: A-), takes place in the Thursday’s real world, not BookWorld. This is, I think, one of the funniest books of the series, but only if you consider a world-smiting god to be a humorous subject (I do!). I don’t own this book, but I liked it enough that I’ll probably buy it when the price goes down.

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Phrase Craze

Dear Livia,

You turned two last week. We had a little party for you, just the four of us. You blew out your candles with impressive ease. If you didn’t make a wish, it’s OK. I make wishes for you every day, and I’m sure at least a few of them are bound to come true.

You’re really starting to grow up. Most notably, your speech is improving. You’ve mastered the short phrase. Within the last couple of weeks, you’ve been heard to say all of the following:

  • “Thank you.”
  • “This one.”
  • “I did it!”
  • “That shirt.”
  • “I know!”
  • “Help me!”

But my favorite is “I love you!” That phrase gets you so much positive attention that you say it again and again. We never get sick of hearing it, and we never get tired of saying it back.

We love you, too, our beautiful two-year-old!

Mom

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Favorite Things: Jeweled Trinket Boxes

I keep several collections. Some I have already mentioned on this blog, like my ocarinas and my glass candy containers, but I don’t think I’ve ever shown you any of my jeweled trinket boxes. They are small metal boxes shaped like animals. They are decorated with enamel and imitation gems.

I don’t have the money to add to my collection often, so I rarely shop for new items. Every once in a while, though, I happen across one that I can’t resist. I found this adorable blue crab last year and put it on my 2012 Christmas Wish List. My mom was kind enough to buy it for me. Then, using some Christmas cash, I bought the smaller one to be a companion. I thought they’d look good together. And they do, don’t they?

Crab 3Crab 2Crab 1
My collection is small (a snail, a lizard, a seahorse, a fish, and a bird), so getting two new ones is very exciting, and that’s why jeweled trinket boxes are some of My Favorite Things today.

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Train, Train, Don’t Go Away

Dear Marshall,

One day we went to the library and they had a wooden train set on an activity table. You fell in love with it. You would have played with it all day, and I felt so horrible when I eventually had to drag you away from it. After that, you wanted to go the library every day.

What you didn’t remember was that you had a similar train set of your own. It was from your Uncle Eric. According to your grammie, your cousins loved that train set and played with it for years, long after the age at which you’d think it could still amuse them. Your uncle decided to pass it down to you rather than leave it in his attic to gather dust.

We didn’t let you play with it right away, though, because it seemed like a recipe for disaster given Livia’s bad habit of putting everything in her mouth. Magnets can be particularly problematic when there are young toddlers around, and of course these trains connect with magnets. But when you fell in love with the set at the library, I asked your dad to get yours out. It turns out that he had stashed it in the attic at the apartments. I asked him to bring it back, but he kept forgetting.

One day your grandparents came to visit. Your grammie didn’t see the trains, so she asked you where they were. You replied, “Daddy took them to the library.” Ha-ha!

Your father did finally bring them home, and you loved them, as expected. But a seed of worry started to grow in my mind. This gift from your uncle has strings attached. He wants us to give the train set back when his kids have children of their own. I see the potential here for much unhappiness. What if you destroy the set? You certainly are hard on them. And what if you love the trains as much as they did? How will you feel about giving them back? And if you don’t give them back, how will your cousins feel? Sometimes people get very attached to their childhood toys. Some adults have been known to spend enormous amounts of money trying to buy the same toys they had in their youth.

If there’s anything people shouldn’t fight over, it’s toys. So, just to be safe, your grammie and I bought you some trains and tracks of your own. This will give you the option of keeping some of the trains when and if your cousins ask for theirs back. And in the meantime, you have more trains than you could possibly ever need. Enjoy!

Love,

Mom

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Favorite Thing: Ridiculously Expensive Footwear

Hiking Shoes

This is the most expensive pair of shoes I have ever owned. I bought it (as well as two pairs of the most expensive socks I’ve ever owned) using a gift certificate from my dad. I was feeling a bit of buyer’s remorse the next day, because I probably don’t hike enough to justify spending that much. Maybe I should have gotten a cheaper pair and picked up some other handy things.

Then I wore the shoes for a hike in 15-degree weather through ankle-deep snow. I stopped to listen to the babbling of a little stream. The snow was concealing the edge of the stream and I stepped right into it. My foot slid between two rocks and into the water. Thanks to ankle support in these boots, I did not twist my ankle. Thanks to the waterproofing, not a drop of water penetrated the shoe. I would have been very unhappy trying to trek back through all that snow with a wet shoe and/or twisted ankle.

That’s why ridiculously expensive footwear is one of My Favorite Things.

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Pronoun Pro and Other Stories

Dear Livia,

Here are some random stories about you.

  • When you can’t quite pronounce a word, you use stand-ins like “dada” and “nana.” Marshall, for example, is still “Dada.”
  • I had a cut on my thumb, and I put a Band-Aid on it. You wanted a Band-Aid of your own, so I found a small one and put it around your finger. You were so excited that you couldn’t wait to show Marshall. You ran over to him and said, “Dada, I have a nana!”
  • You do the most wonderful monkey impression. You smile and slowly wave your arms around, saying, “Ee, ee, ee!”
  • You aren’t even two-years-old yet, but you use pronouns like a pro.
  • You love to wear clothes that are too big for you, particularly our shoes and hats. You found your dad’s winter hat that other day. You put it on, and he said, “Hey, that’s my hat.” You pointed to yourself and said, “No, my hat!”
  • You like to dance with your dad when there’s music on. You monopolize him by holding both of his hands.

Love,

Mom

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Foiled Again

Mojo's Escape

Escape Attempt #143
Method: Hiding in the Recycling Bin

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