Where did the lost hours go? | Day 4 of SOLSC #sol21

 I was going to start an early morning draft (to have it hanging over my head as reminder and digital Sword of Damocles...). It's closing in on 4 pm now, and I have a 4:30 pm Zoom meeting. 

Moments of Lost Time*, mixed media engraving, by Salvador Dali

Where did the lost hours go? On morning news, making a few posts (elsewhere) and checking email, sending to folders, answering some, flagging others, forwarding and sharing. Of course, a bunch went to reading and commenting on blogs, working out best sharing and tracking practices for other platforms -- with a few side trips to non-slicer posts along the way. 

Were those hours really lost? What do we mean by lost?  Does lost mean they could be found again? Not without a T.A.R.D.I.S. Does it mean wasted? Not necessarily; hours lost to one purpose were not wasted, just spent on another.

What else did I miss besides an early and possibly pointless start on blogging? I missed an educator and futurist friend's weekly Forum on Future Trends in Education (#FTTE), paperwork due tomorrow and a phone call. I didn't miss a walk because it was raining all day.

Perhaps tomorrow I'll find more hours or lose fewer....

*I bet you were expecting "The Persistence of Memory."

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Two Writing Teachers March 2021 Slice of Life Challenge

One day at a time / #sol21 SOLSC Day 3

Taking it one day at a time, I've reached Day 4. After a 2+ year hiatus from TWT and blogging in general, I declared my intention to blog every day this month. Whether  or not my determination will match my stated intention remains to be seen. Despite years of blogging and other writing behind, The prospect of a writing a blog post a day calls out a swarm of negatives, nouns, verbs and adjectives. I don't know why. It shouldn't and doesn't make sense. I've lost not just my voice but a clear sense of audience, imagined reader. What I do strongly suspect: this is where I need to be.

Walking, thinking, writing ~ SOLSC Day 2

Howdy #sol21 slicers and friends. I started a morning draft to get ahead of the game and beat my pantser syndrome, but the draft turned into a clumsy opus of a different color -- not something to tidy up and smooth rough edges for a quick post. Then I turned my attention to other things. By the time my mind turned back this way, dusk was closing. So I went for a walk instead. Until recently, the weather's been too cold most days.

Walking at dusk down Ivy St

Walking is a good for thinking, not so much for remembering musings when I sit back down at the keyboard. Picture taking fits in but recording notes would ruin the walk.

At least "other" included reading blog posts, commenting and wrangling the WP reader. Negotiating SOLSC off two platforms while juggling projects and committments on a handful of other platforms can be a hassle.  

That's it for today, more tomorrow...

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Two Writing Teachers host SOL Tuesdays and an annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOLSC). This is the 14th one. During March, the participating SOLSC community writes  and shares daily blog posts, commenting on three or more blog posts by other participants. Read today's (March 2, 2021) blog posts here. 

 Let them eat (orange slice) cake...and comment

Day 1 of SOLSC, #sol21

...almost forgot about today being the day. How's that for an inauspicious start? Factor in that I'm on Mountain Time and haven't sliced since #sol18, barely blogged at all either. This will be a short post -- just enough to show I've got skin in the TWT game. 

Next step, image search. I could pull a slice image from my files but old habits die hard. OT: did you know that "slicing" is also a computing term? The associated images are intriguing too, especially the sliced elephant. I'll save those for later when there's more time. Then there's golf...

Stop slicing the golf ball

This will be my 5th SOLSC. I wasn't going to do it but found myself signing up just a few days ago on a spur of the moment whim. I don't know why, so don't ask. No plans, no themes, no topics in mind yet either. Intro, backstory and condensed catch-up next time. 

For now, good night all (until tomorrow) from Vanessa Vaile, blogging from Yuma, Colorado, on the High Plains,

a late night slicer to the end...

On the state of blogging, Yuma CO and life in the Manor

On blogging comebacks

My front porch with wild flowers, last summer at the Manor

On a misleadingly positive note, 2020 blogging output on Reflections is double 2019's. That is to say, I posted once in 2019 and, until just now, twice this year, neither original posts but content from elsewhere. This post will triple it. 

Why the silence? It's complicated. What, if anything, does Yuma and the Manor have to do it? Possibly nothing but bear thinking about. I suspect it's voice, personal vs neutral. Will the comeback stick this time? Who knows? My comeback record so far is not encouraging, but I'm game to give it another shot. 

Considering Yuma and the Manor

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