Sunday, November 19, 2017

sunday's not monday

"Tomorrow is Monday."

She lies there on her side, sheets wrapped around her like swaddling clothes. Daylight peeks in through drawn curtains --is she awake? She is awake, but only just barely. She lies still in the bedsheets and thinks about the day beyond today.

Her thoughts shift and she flips over onto her stomach.

"Yesterday was Saturday. I wasted Saturday, and now, tomorrow is Monday."

Her thoughts slide back into their original position. She flips onto her side again. The daylight is still there, peeking in and waiting for her. It takes a moment for her to realize the daylight is there because she only wants to squint to see past the daylight.

She adjusts her focus. Daylight.

"Today is Sunday."

"It's Sunday morning."

She looks at the clock. She can see it now without much effort; the sunrise has turned on the light for her. The second hand ticks like a foot tapping.

"It's 7:00 on Sunday morning. There is a whole day ahead, and right now, the sun is coming up. And Sunday's not Monday."

She unwraps herself. The daylight plays with her toes as she sets them on the floor.

___________________________

Enjoy the rest of your day.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

a silly little rhyme

here's a silly little rhyme,
for I haven't got the time
to write a rhyme sublime,
and I think I've found that I'm 
not at all inclined to mime
or commit a petty crime
or go bathe myself in slime
or wait for silent bells to chime
or go digging in the grime
or spend another stinking dime --
no, the moment now is prime
for a silly little rhyme,
so ...

[repeat ad infinitum and have a good day!]




Tuesday, November 14, 2017

villanelle for the exhausted

there's nothing special on my mind,
but still, it's filled with life's travails,
and I'm in need of something kind.

the wind will blow, and I'll unwind --
I'll lose my thoughts in gusts and gales
'til nothing special's on my mind.

those that will seek will also find
(or so it's said in fairy tales),
and I'm in need of something kind

move forward, back, ahead, behind;
that which succeeds --it also fails.
there's nothing special on my mind.

the trees for which my soul has pined,
the rolling hills and gentle dales --
I dream of them and something kind.

but here I sit, again resigned --
I have no treasures, quests or grails,
and nothing special on my mind.
I wait in hope for something kind.





Monday, November 13, 2017

thoughts for a rainy monday night in the middle of nanowrimo

A little warm up for post-work NaNoWriMo writing. I've come in from the blustery rain and cold and dark, both metaphorically and literally (hello, Seattle in November!), and I'm getting ready to put words on screen. Besides these words, I mean --NaNoWriMo words.

At this point, from what I can see on Twitter, many of the writerly types are into the hard slog portion of the exercise. Second week exhaustion? Is that a thing? It seems to be a thing even if it doesn't have a name.

I am there, too, but I'm an odd sort. I'm used to writing being hard slog --the up side to having written a gazillion reports over the past 15 years when I haven't felt like it and I would rather have been [insert any activity that is even remotely enjoyable here]. I am thankful that my day job involves so much writing and thinking. It's been excellent training.

Keep going. The truth is, this stuff always gets done if you keep at it. Again, 15 years of experience, and I know this to be fact. Keep going. There is room in the exercise to enjoy this, even if it is a sort of masochistic joy. You are creating something from nothing, and it can be whatever you want. Whatever. You. Want. Keep going.

And good luck.


Friday, November 10, 2017

communication bill of rights

I haven't talked about my day job in a while --what with NaNoWriMo, current events, and such. Maybe I'll delve into that today?

My day job is going very well at the moment. This was not the case a year ago, but what a difference a year makes. What changed? Two things: me & the job. The job is still the same: I work with kids with disabilities, helping them develop their communication skills. The difference this year is I'm responsible for a little over half as many children as last year, but with access to as many resources. All of those things I've been wanting to do? I can actually get to some of them this year. It feels more like a challenge and less like a Sisyphean task. It's not fair to anyone involved when it feels like a task --they're human beings. I like the idea that I can be fair and treat them less like a box to tick off and more like individuals with likes, dislikes, and different learning needs.

And me? I understand more. For those of you unfamiliar with it, this is the Communication Bill of Rights (yes, it's a thing):

All people with a disability of any extent or severity have a basic right to affect, through communication, the conditions of their existence. Beyond this general right, a number of specific communication rights should be ensured in all daily interactions and interventions involving persons who have severe disabilities. To participate fully in communication interactions, each person has these fundamental communication rights:
  1. The right to interact socially, maintain social closeness, and build relationships
  2. The right to request desired objects, actions, events, and people
  3. The right to refuse or reject undesired objects, actions, events, or choices
  4. The right to express personal preferences and feelings
  5. The right to make choices from meaningful alternatives
  6. The right to make comments and share opinions
  7. The right to ask for and give information, including information about changes in routine and environment
  8. The right to be informed about people and events in one’s life
  9. The right to access interventions and supports that improve communication
  10. The right to have communication acts acknowledged and responded to even when the desired outcome cannot be realized
  11. The right to have access to functioning AAC (augmentative and alternative communication) and other AT (assistive technology) services and devices at all times
  12. The right to access environmental contexts, interactions, and opportunities that promote participation as full communication partners with other people, including peers
  13. The right to be treated with dignity and addressed with respect and courtesy
  14. The right to be addressed directly and not be spoken for or talked about in the third
    person while present
  15. The right to have clear, meaningful, and culturally and linguistically appropriate communications 
 
It's written specifically for people with severe disabilities and communication difficulties, but if you think about it, it's about all of us. I've been thinking about that a lot lately, about the importance of being able to interact with others and feel safe and respected. We are all autonomous beings, and we all have something in us that is unique and distinct. Looking at the Communication Bill of Rights this morning, as I get ready to start my NaNoWriMo writing for the day, I am particularly struck by Communication Right Number 11. For a person who cannot speak, the AAC device is their voice. It is incredibly important to allow people access to their voices. I understand more and more what an honor it is to be able to help people learn to use their voices to say whatever it is they feel they need to say. Everyone has a voice --some are louder than others, but everyone has a right to be heard.

Have a good day today and don't forget to use your voice however you see fit. It's your right.


 

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

nanowrimo update: day 7

If
only
we
could
count
lines
instead
of
words,
I
would
write
my
novel
like
this
and
be
done
more
quickly.

Except
that's
not
the
point.

The
point
is
not
the
speed --
or
it
shouldn't
be.
It's
the
story.

And
that's
all
that
matters.

Monday, October 30, 2017

sonnet for nanowrimo eve (aka halloween)

today's the scariest of days --
tonight, the scariest of nights.
our fears? crap words, a lack of praise,
unfinished work, and other frights.

the jack-o-lantern's leery grin
reflects his doubt the story's good
("the plot is pitifully thin --
the characters are stiff as wood.").

we wish the witch would brew a spell
to guarantee a decent book
without an editor (what hell!) --
too bad she's not that great a cook.

don't fear the pricking of the thumbs.
just start --that way a novel comes.