Archive for Momentum

Monday Mornings

Okay. It’s apparent that if I’m going to keep this blog going, I need to schedule time to write. And so my baby step toward this goal is to write something every Monday morning. It’s a snowy day, but not by much. This warmer-than-usual winter has left us with more dreary, rainy days than snowy. I’ll take the snow.

I’ve been fighting a flu-y cold thing for over a week, and it is taking all the energy I can muster to keep working. But today I have a nice chunk of work to finish, and an invoice issue to address. I should get started.



Today I begin working on a “quick” proofread of an engineering text written by a university professor. It’s already been professionally copyedited and proofread, but he saw things in the “final” manuscript that gave him pause. The text is challenging and very technical, but I’m tasked only with a quick read through to make sure all sentences are intact, for the most part. I’m finding it difficult to get started and stay focused. I know that once I dive in and have some pages behind me, the momentum will keep me going–that, and the good-natured but concerned attitude of this professor. I’ve never been asked to perform a proofread after a book is supposed to be “done,” let alone be paid for such a task. It gives me hope that there remain folks who value meaningful, accurate communication.

Generational Genius

As my family and I watched Jeopardy last night, CBS News presented the breaking news that Steve Jobs had died. They referred to him as the “Thomas Edison of our time.”

I gasped, immediately seeing the impact this would have on the world. Jobs’ vision changed the world and the way it communicates exponentially. The news of his passing spread exponentially as well, in part due to his technical progeny, the iPhone and all the gadgets that imitate it.

As a freshman communications major in 1984, I wasn’t aware of how powerful the impending technical revolution would be. My college had a computer lab, where we could go to type in papers we’d written. Each student had an account on the school’s mainframe that held our papers. We could go any time, log in, and print out our words on dot matrix printers. This was high technology!

There was no Internet, at least not that I knew of. I couldn’t log in from my dorm room on my laptop. I couldn’t send the file to my professor via email. We listened to music on cassette tapes and vinyl albums, and some of my friends eventually bought CD players.

Now, every person in my home has a laptop that connects wirelessly to the Internet. My children research schoolwork with the click of a few buttons–they don’t have to go to the library. We all have iPods or MP3 players and carry our full personal music libraries with us everywhere. Our mobile phones let us “text” each other. We watch computer-generated animation and play video games that look lifelike. Facebook allows us to communicate with friends and family all over the world. We video-call each other with Skype. My car connects to my mobile phone wirelessly so I can talk and hold onto the steering wheel at the same time. And all of these things are just what I’ve come up with off the top of my head. There’s so much more I’m simply not even aware of.

Steve Jobs didn’t invent all of this, but I believe his vision kept everyone moving forward. Thank you for your vision and inspiration, Mr. Jobs. I hope our generation can carry on in the momentum you helped spur.

Seasonal Shift

I’m feeling the call of spring long before it shows itself. Where I live, spring doesn’t come until mid-April, at the earliest. My tulips, daffodils, and some daring perennials poke their heads out sooner, but are inevitably smothered in later winter snow. I aways think the snow will kill them, but it hasn’t happened yet. They simply go to sleep, and then awaken with spring’s warmth.

The way I’m feeling spring is not in the typical longing for greener things, but in more of a nesting instinct. I’m lining up tasks, making mental lists. Spring cleaning will begin soon: scrubbing floors, cleaning carpets, filing paperwork, organizing files, dusting, vacuuming, and painting. And writing. I’m actually writing now more than ever. I feel there’s a purpose and it’s not all just self-indulgence. I have a clear view.

But now, I must bake some cookies to send to my daughter in college. It’s mid-term week and she needs sustenance.


I let the momentum lapse, but, miraculously, I’m back.

This past Thanksgiving weekend brought fun and family tradition along with a few extra pounds I thought I’d lost. Today it’s back to my diet, back to work, back to my routine. I drove my daughter back to school last night, and today my sons walk to their bus stops to return to their own grind. My husband will wade through hundreds of emails received in his absence. And I will return to balancing work and home by proofreading a very large chapter, the time it takes to do this peppered with laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, and cooking.

The fact that I haven’t abandoned this blog is promising. In the powerful, paraphrased words of Dory, I have to “Just keep writing, just keep writing.” Maybe something meaningful will emerge if I just keep doing it. I can hope, at least.