I'm in "sort-of" (see yesterday) limbo. This is not the religious holding pattern a putative soul is/was supposed to go into , between Heaven and Purgatory. We won't go there. No, take the second definition (from the online dictionary):

limbo: "an uncertain period of awaiting a decision or resolution; an intermediate state or condition"

Does that ring a familiar bell with you? I mean, aren't we all, most of us, in an intermediate state or condition? I often describe myself as halfway between then and now. That's pretty intermediate. And we all spend a lot of (too much) time on hold , especially if a problem with the computer is involved. It's not all bad, though. I've been working and thinking so steadily with a new screenplay that I have entered it into the sub-stratum of my thoughts, so I haven't stopped writing even when I'm not writing. You could compare it to an involuntary tongue poking into a cavity - not comfortable and not an attractive image. To me It's more like a stimulating companion that I turn to and it's there, always there (lying in wait?).. I have problems to solve so there's always something to chew on (sticking to my dental image). I haven't had a breakthrough during this process but I can hope. Soon, I hope. Anyway, on the conscious level, there's always something to do.

Just busy somethings: I had a birthday brunch yesterday; Matt came for dinner; I did the laundry this morning; and my big project of the day was my Icelandic homework. Tomorrow I have some financial business to attend to, and some heavy-duty letters (marketing pitches). Perhaps by mid-week I can get back to my subtextual companions.

What am I going to do with them? They haven't told me yet.

Apparently blogs have developed a distinctive style, not entirely admirable but certainly identifiable. It's kind of (that's one of the key phrases) a down-home attitude, just-us-folks approach, and sort of (yeah, like that) sort of homey, and unprepossessing (a word it wouldn't be caught flaunting). (Steel-reinforced) toe digs shyly in the sand attempting an aw-shucks demeanour. (Who, me? Little ol' me?)The fake casual effect is seeping into essays. Is that word (essay) still used? How about familiar essay, as opposed to formal, school, academic essay? Or the saints or heaven, whichever comes first, preserve us, - the political essay? Blog is not militant; blog is chummy; blog becomes companion; blog is diary; blog is daily blah.

I had people for brunch today (frittata) and they all were opposed to blogs in principle, the main complaint being that they don't want to spew their private life all over the internet. Yeah, well there's that. But 1) it depends how private your private life is and 2) it depends how many friends you have who might help you out if they knew what you are going through, if, in fact, you are going through anything.Going through what, exactly?

When I lived in Muskoka (lake country in Ontario) for 16 or so years, we didn't have blogs then, but we had a post office. I could tell my postmistress anything and people would listen and advise me. I remember one time I had a semi-resident squirrel who chewed my siding. He must have had a roughage deficiency. I couldn't stop him and I couldn't get rid of him. Someone heard me telling my sad tale in the post office and offered me a solution. Paint the siding with creosote and the squirrel will stop chewing it. I guess it's like painting their nails with something nasty to stop kids from biting them. Anyway, it worked. I splashed creosote on my denim skirt and it never went away, but the squirrel did.

Really.

That's another word, apparently, that bloggers use a lot; really. Really indicates that you are sincere and honest and telling it like it is, as they say.

Oh,and lots of exclamations marks and question marks make it look as if you are really (!) upset or eager or whatever. I read somewhere that people should be limited in the number of exclamation marks they can use in a lifetime. I forget how many but it was under 2000. In a lifetime. That's when I stopped using exclamation marks. It was hard at first, especially in my diary (as opposed to my blog; I write both every day).

Actually, it has changed my diary. I now use capital letters for entire words and I underline and circle names and phrases and words I want to emphasize. I always used arrows to remind me to do things. Now I fill in the arrow-head. My diary is a mess.

How is my blog?