Ah, the Carolina coast! A place where life is easy, breezes are gentle, and the spirit of Jimmy Buffett seems to drift through the salty air like a catchy tune. You'd think, wouldn't you, that living this idyllic life would provide an endless flow of fascinating stories for a blog? And you'd be right. There's always something brewing.
But in my little corner of the internet, The Circular Journey isn't just about documenting every wave and sunset. My goal, you see, is to mix things up and share pieces of life that genuinely make me smile, and hopefully, make you smile too.
After all, a blog that sings only one note, no matter how lovely, risks becoming as monotonous as a broken record. I learned that lesson the hard way, but the story involves too much caffeine and oversharing about my morning routine. We'll save that one for a later post.
The Perilous Path of Picking a Topic
I've since cultivated a refined list of about seven topics that keep my interest piqued and allow me to, as I like to say, "spread goodness and light." The trick, however, isn't just having the topics, but knowing when to unleash them. My choice of subject depends on the event that sparks the idea, the phase of the moon, or whatever my subconscious decides to obsess over while I'm trying to sleep.
I've since cultivated a refined list of about seven topics that keep my interest piqued and allow me to, as I like to say, "spread goodness and light." The trick, however, isn't just having the topics, but knowing when to unleash them. My choice of subject depends on the event that sparks the idea, the phase of the moon, or whatever my subconscious decides to obsess over while I'm trying to sleep.
Currently, my brain is doing a rather vigorous two-step between cats and Wilmawood. Yes, I'm thinking about cats—because honestly, is there any topic more universally adored, more inherently fascinating, than our furry, purring overlords? I think not.
But then there's Wilmawood, our very own Hollywood East, the film industry that adds a certain glitz and glamour to our fair city. And so, here I sit, quite stuck, needing to choose one and let the other ride the bench for a bit.
A Dream, a Cat, and a Question Mark
I'm stuck on the horns of ...what is it? Begins with a 'D' but forget that for now. Let me explain the dilemma. My dream this morning was about Eddy, the tiny ebony kitten we rescued from under our deck just days before the construction crew arrived to transform it into a screened porch.
A Dream, a Cat, and a Question Mark
I'm stuck on the horns of ...what is it? Begins with a 'D' but forget that for now. Let me explain the dilemma. My dream this morning was about Eddy, the tiny ebony kitten we rescued from under our deck just days before the construction crew arrived to transform it into a screened porch.
It was perfect timing, really—any later and Eddy would have been living in a construction zone, which is no place for a dignified feline. I keep thinking about the dream, but my thoughts include more than Eddy's outdoor escapades.
Wilmawood Woes and Alligator Glee
On the film industry side of the house, I've been feeling a bit of a chill in the air. Filming has been unusually slow this year. "The Runarounds" wrapped production in early April, and frankly, the scene's been quieter than a library during finals week. You'd think in a place dubbed "Hollywood East," we'd have more action than a few scattered production trucks and the occasional sighting of someone who might be famous.
On the film industry side of the house, I've been feeling a bit of a chill in the air. Filming has been unusually slow this year. "The Runarounds" wrapped production in early April, and frankly, the scene's been quieter than a library during finals week. You'd think in a place dubbed "Hollywood East," we'd have more action than a few scattered production trucks and the occasional sighting of someone who might be famous.
And so, I think you can see why I say, when it comes to blogging inspiration, I'm drifting aimlessly on the breeze, like a dandelion thistle.
The Wisdom of Mimi, the Mockingbird
Desperate times, as they say, call for a meditative stroll. So, I ventured out into nature, taking my customary walk around Brunswick Forest. It's a reliable wellspring of inspiration for me, thanks to Mimi, the Mockingbird. That tiny brain of hers is packed with an astonishing amount of wisdom. She has a habit of serenading the morning with popular hits from yesteryear. This morning, her chosen anthem was The Rascals' "Did You Ever Have to Make Up Your Mind?".
"Well, yes, Mimi," I muttered, looking up at her tiny form. "That's precisely what I'm trying to do now. I don't need a reminder; I need a suggestion!"
It truly is amazing what profound truths you can glean from nature. It's how our ancestors, those intrepid souls, managed to survive all those volcanoes, saber-toothed tigers, and other natural disasters, so we could eventually live the carefree life Jimmy Buffett sang about.
Eventually, Mimi (bless her musically inclined heart) found a truly inspiring song. It was getting into late morning, and the temperatures were definitely rising when she launched into Buster Poindexter's "Hot Hot Hot." I took it as my cue to seek the cooling breezes.
The Balm of Cooling Breezes
And so, here I sit, in the window of Luna Cafe, with an iced Americano, waiting for further inspiration to strike. I do apologize for not having one of my usual "pippens" (those delightful little blog treats) to entertain you today. But, occasionally, the creative well runs dry, and all we can do is wait.
I'll continue to focus on the Wilmawood angle for tomorrow's post, as it appears more promising than my current fleeting thoughts about outdoor cats. If I don't come across a truly brilliant idea soon, I'll be left with little more to write about than our upcoming move to Montevideo, Uruguay. And honestly, who wants to read about packing boxes when there's potential cinematic drama to explore?
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