Taking Advantage of Lazy Days

This is Day 4 of my 31 Days of August Awesomeness Blog Challenge. Want to know more? Check out the inaugural post here.

Today is Saturday, and you know what? I woke up late with nothing to do. Now that’s not to say that I didn’t have an agenda in mind of things that I wanted to accomplish, but there wasn’t a single place that I needed to be today unless I chose to be there.

These kinds of days are bliss.

It’s kind of easy to zoom through lazy days and forget to appreciate that they are dabbled in amongst the chaos that is our normal busy day lives, isn’t it? When our game piece lands on a lazy day, I think the most common reaction is to go into some kind of schedule paralysis and turn the dial the complete opposite direction “I must get the 5 bazillion things on my to-do list that I never look at done before 11:59pm when my pumpkin disappears!

Ok, that’s a little extreme, but I think you know what I mean. We don’t enjoy the fact that our schedule and our time are our own. So we overcompensate. What that does is ensure that our brains and bodies aren’t given any kind of break from the normal day stress. We still click away to a beat that has stopped, but we’ll know will be picked up again in just another day or so.

No wonder I’m always exhausted!

As I look into August, I see these beautiful glimmers of light on the calendar like today, and I am making a promise to myself to appreciate and enjoy them to the fullest. That definitely doesn’t mean that I plan to do nothing with them. But I am going to be very intentional about how I chose to spend my time. I don’t see any downside in doing that.

Today’s “schedule”? I slept in later than I have in forever, and I didn’t beat myself up about it. I’m doing three planned writing sprints to progress my current WIP (the sequel to Heiress of Lies), but I’ve already taken a nap in-between. I’m sitting at my local coffee shop enjoying a caffeinated beverage. Tonight I’m going to wrap up by watching the Olympics and probably Underworld Awakenings. (yea yea, I’ve heard it’s horrible but I’m going into it with low expectations.)

I feel relaxed and happy. Which is exactly what I love and appreciate about my lazy days.

(Photo credit Retroeric)

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DON’T Bring In the Clowns

When you write stories to scare people (and I occasionally do) you find yourself searching  for the perfect words to make readers feel like they are right there in the action experiencing the bone chilling tendrils fear running up their spines alongside the main character.

Or, I’ve found you can just use one word: Clown.

I usually put my blog images right at the top of my posts. I didn’t do that here because I was concerned that someone was going to stumble onto my blog, see the image, and close their browser without reading the rest of the post and put me on some kind of blacklist. Whatever you think, most people agree that clowns are….creepy.

The fear of clowns does have its own phobia. It’s called coulrophobia. If you don’t believe me that this concept draws people out in droves, check out the 291 comments on this recent The Body Odd article.

I believe that Stephen King definitely had a hand in all this. His book “IT” seems to have almost universally scarred a whole generation and is mentioned every time I bring this subject up in a group setting. (Who can forget Tim Curry as Pennywise the Clown in the made-for-TV movie?) (Thank you, Mom, for never getting me a clown for my birthday parties.)

The other culprit of this cultural fear? John Wayne Gacy, the “Killer Clown”. I gave you the link because if you don’t know the story, the guy was a sicko and I don’t want to even talk about it.

Clowns wear make-up and funny clothes and it’s like you can never guess their true intentions. Their make-up is pronounced and sometimes even garish. Sometimes they change the pitch of their voices and grab your attention with over-the-top gestures and actions. All in all, clowns can come across as disingenuous. Now I know there are some folks out there who make a living as lovely, warm, friendly clowns. (Unfortunately, I think most people believe you are myth made up to reel us in so you can scare the heck out of us.)

Personally, I don’t really mind clowns- but only at arm’s length where I can see them at all times. 🙂  (If you’ve read IT, you’ll totally get what I just did right there. :))

Courtesy of _gee_

So sound off in the comments. What do you think about clowns? “Meh” or “Scare the living daylights out of me”?

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