For those of you working along side me with the Great May Scramble (sidebar), I’ve resolved to extend the deadline! That’s right! From what I can tell, we’ve all worked hard, plugged away… then Memorial Day Weekend hit. And since our families shouldn’t suffer from my ill-conceived plan, I’m calling today and tomorrow freebie days. If there are days you need to make up word counts or visit more blogs, by all means use the next two days to get caught up. Thursday is the big day I’ll draw a winner. (It’s actually the first day of summer break at my house anyway.)
And if you haven’t officially signed-up for the two different drawings, feel free to do so HERE.
Now on to an arbitrary topic buzzing in my brain. Discussion and thoughts would be appreciated.
When I was a Sensitive Species Biologist for the state of Utah, I took a crash-course on identifying birds by call. Once I’d learned how to do that better, it was hard for me to just enjoy a bird call for the sake of the beauty in its song. I was constantly dithering in my head if it was a Lark Sparrow or a Song Sparrow and such. This is not to say I didn’t enjoy the calls, the magic of the music just took on a whole different meaning. The same thing has happened to me as far as reading a book and watching a movie now. I watch/read them, love them… but there’s always some monologue in my brain about how much I didn’t like a certain plot hole or how that piece of dialogue could have been written better. Case in point? Prince of Persia. I loved it. But there were things that niggled me.
Does this happen to you? Do you now see stories as a writer, songs as a musician, plants as a botanist, or bird songs as a species ID tactic?
Have a great Tuesday—I’m off to spend it in my daughter’s classroom on this the second to last day of school!