January 28

I never share my songs…but maybe some of you are praying the same thing today.

 

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Write Where You Are: What does that mean?

Lovely words on authenticity from a best friend forever…

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First of all, I apologize that I haven’t been a good, consistent blogger lately. I’m going to re-commit to putting out something-even if it’s short, or not the best-several times a week. At this point, I’m also kind of wanting to refocus on the purpose of this journey in writing. While I’ll be looking for a little bit more of a cohesive feel to future posts in terms of format, at least, I still plan to write about whatever strikes me at the time. Here’s why.

My site is called “Write Where You Are,” for a reason. I know it seems like a cop-out—like—oh she can just write anything on here if she calls it that. And that is sort of the point. But it actually has always been very intentional, to the point of HEY, I am NOT one thing.  YOU aren’t either. For another good post on this…

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Unthematically Wandering

One of the top tips on How to Have a Successful Blog (a topic covered many times, in many forms) is: Specification. Be focused. Have a thing. Your schtick. Food blogger. Mommy blogger. Political blogger. Travel blogger. People will follow you for your focus, not your writing.

The problem is, I’ve never been good at focusing.

I dabble. I jack all trades. I rove in whichever direction I damn well please.

This becomes a problem when I have things I need to get done. In the creative realm, though, I get to be me. I get to draw avidly one week, and be a musician the next. I write fiction in NaNoWriMo and write non-fiction on my blog (and do technical writing at work). I swap from swimming to dance and back to swimming again. I can be all over the place, which is what a very essential part of what my soul needs.

So while I’d very much like to see my blog grow, for professional reasons, I just can’t rein it in. I need this freedom too much. If I had a thematic blog, I’d probably never write on it (I’ve tried before). And what I need, personally, in this season, is the free impetus to write, create, write, create.

One week I might write political commentary. The next I might write a humor piece. Or a book review. Or divulge a personal struggle. If you’ve chosen to follow this blog, I hope you enjoy a good wander. Because I have no idea where I’m going next.

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Give up the grass. Your lawn is stupid.

I have a secret pet peeve that I must keep to myself in my little suburban corner of America.

But I can shout it all over the blogosphere!

I think lawns are:

A. Stupid

B. A waste of time, money, and water

C. Bad for your yard

D. Boring

E. Stupid

OK, now that I’ve gotten the really scholarly important part of my argument out of the way…

Lawns are a new invention, born out of the rising middle class in the last couple hundred years. While music, art and literature had a romantic period, producing such dreamy epics as Clair de Lune and Ivanhoe, landscape had a romantic growth spurt of its own. For those who could afford it, of course. Public parks and private estates were redesigned with rolling grassy knolls and the occasional accent of a fake ruin (I’m serious).

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We all know our history – the industrial era opened the way for a middle class to emerge in the Western world (not to be confused with Westworld). Of course the aspirations of any respectable middle-class bloke is to be as much like the upper class as possible, so, as this middle class grew in England they began tending their own wee little front gardens. No room for rolling knolls, but enough room for grass.

And, like any good Americans, the American middle-class copied them. Except, in North America we have a lot more elbow room and…the lawns kept getting bigger.

Now we have epically large swaths of ultra-green practically (and sometimes literally) mandated for the free-standing suburban home. Because we ultimately want to be plummy English aristocrats.

Meanwhile, our empty lawns drink inordinate amounts of water and give nothing back. Nothing except erosion and depletion of soil nutrients, of course. We spend big bucks on watering, seeding, sod, maintaining, fertilizing, and mowing. And then our lawns are brown for half the year. It’s ridiculous. You know what you could do? Plant clover and forget about it. Spend the same amount of time and money on a GARDEN that is pretty and functional and you can EAT it.

Or buy some goats if you really have to have that perfect velvety carpet. Just do SOMETHING. Your lawn is stupid.

Sorry. I can’t stand by and watch injustice continue without saying something. If I don’t speak up, who will?

DOWN WITH LAWNS!