My last week has been packed tight, which earned me the American Badge of Honor for Extraordinary Busyness. (Note: apparently, you’re no one in our culture if you do not bear this badge. Want mine?)
The result has been odd — a strange, burbly wordlessness — the feeling that, at the end of the day, I have nothing left to say — which, if you know me, you’ll know is an occasion so rare that psych students should cluster round my brain to sharpen their study tools on my personal vocabulary anomaly.
In other words, I don’t have much to say (aside from, “Can you direct me to the nearest nap spot?”), but I could, if pressed, say absolutely nothing in several hundred words, a skill well-honed in academia.*
* I actually am in academia — for a few more weeks. I’m wrapping up my last term in my side-job as a college writing tutor as we speak. That’s the good news. The other good news: I can no longer be accosted in dark alleys by five-paragraph essays. (I think I’ve found religion.)
Well, now that we’ve covered the important things in life, like assault-by-term-paper, we are now (I hope) willing to be whisked away by art.
Good thing a dog is here to whisk us yonder! A dog painting, that is.
Given my (ahem) crippling wordlessness at the moment, I haven’t yet come up with a name for this pup. Any thoughts?
(Comments in the form of five-paragraph essays will not be accepted. Please see your class syllabus for more information.)
And Now It’s Time for Something… Wordier
Exciting news! Which, remarkably, I do have the vocabulary to share.
I’m creating a new little ebook, not unlike The Beginner’s Guide to Animal Wisdom. This new book will be focused not just on animals, but also on one of my other long-term passions: creativity.
The Cat & Dog Guide to the Creative Life*
*Not the actual title, for which you can thank me.**
**Yes, I am having issues with titles this week. See painting, above.
This little book is still taking form in my cranium (and will likely make more sense after I’ve had 2.5 naps and ten times that much tea).
But I do know this: It will be lovely, it will be truthful, it might be silly, and it will definitely be free.
I’m aiming to create and publish it by my birthday, which is coming up on June 9th.
That’s only nineteen days away, so I’m gonna need support. You can join my personal cheerleading squad by sitting quietly in your home and not cheering, which would just disturb me. Hot tea, and lots of it, may be sent by airmail. Photos of encouragement from your adorable animals are welcome, too (those you can just email).
After all, I am cat-activated and dog-powered. The more dogs and cats I love, the happier I am.
Now Back to the Dog at Hand
Remember Indigona Jones? Well, what shall we name this new dog? For this one, I’m thinking more poetry, fewer puns. (But I will take the fall for any punnage that may accidentally occur).
P.S. This post contains 559 words, which means I am 559 times less wordless than when I began it. Thank you for your help.