I know it was only yesterday I was gloating about starting my Christmas shopping in July, but could somebody please tell me where this month has gone? One day it’s July 4th and I’m playing with sparklers, the very next day it’s July 21st and I’m thinking about all the upcoming birthdays I am so not ready for (yeah, yeah, that’s what I get for bragging about Christmas shopping-- I’m behind in my birthday shopping). Argh.
Calls for submissions and various other writing/editing endeavors seem to be falling from the sky lately. Maybe it’s an omen. I need to carve out some serious writing time in the next few weeks.
It wasn’t as good as visiting Sweden in person, but my shopping trip to IKEA was fun. We also hit the mega-outlet mall Potomac Mills and, just because it was there, Borders. I was exhausted by the time we got home last night.
The good news is, I started my Christmas shopping. In July. Wow. I’m trying not to gloat, because I still won’t be finished until December, but I’m feeling pretty righteous right now.
I have spent the past thirty minutes adding Lush products to my Amazon Wish List.
The partnership of online giant Amazon with my favorite bath and beauty store demonstrates how technology can be manipulated in truly evil and dangerous ways. I will be very poor if this keeps up. But I’ll smell delicious.
”Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now.”
~ Goethe
I’ve seen the last part of this quote before, but read it in it’s entirety on Mary Anne’s page. It reminds me very much of The Alchemist. I wonder of Coelho was inspired by Goethe?
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