Little Thoughts About Books and Stuff

This week I'm doing a 5K Your Way for Libraries to help raise money for EveryLibrary - You can donate by going to my page here - Amelia's Team Page for Lit Chicks I'm doing my 5K by writing 5 thousand words.  I was going to do a 5k word short story, but it might end up being a series of flash fiction/short stories. Sunday, September 26  - Word Count: 807 Morning in the Library It started off like any other Monday morning. I unlocked the side door to our building, disengaged the alarm, and then locked the side door.  You would think patrons wouldn’t attempt to enter the library through a staff-only door before operating hours, but you’d be wrong. I dropped my stuff in my office before making my way to the break room to start the coffee.  It’s the unofficial rule of the branch, first, one to come in in the morning starts the pot and everyone needs to make it the same way, one scoop per 1 cup water.  Coffee started; I headed out into our small brick branch of a large county li

So wasn't really thrilled with either thing I wrote last week, but at least I'm writing! Prompt: Dear Mom D o you remember that pool party you and dad were hosting when you dove into the pool, fully clothed to rescue the doll I pitched into the deep end on a whim when I was three?  I wanted to see if she could swim, you wanted to prevent a future meltdown when I no longer had her to cuddle to sleep. E very observant, I’m still not sure how you noticed I had thrown it in when you were over on the other side of the backyard talking to Mrs. Cress.  But there you came out of nowhere to leap into the pool to rescue Masiey, causing quite the stir as all the guest turned to look at the commotion.   A dmittedly, I did know better than to throw her into the pool. You had warned me not to throw my toys into the pool after the incident with the barbie, and that one time with the princess crown.  They always sink to the bottom and get stuck in the filter on the floor of the deep end, and t

  So trying to get back into this blog journal thing I've got going. I always start strong at the start of the year and then mid way through I stop.  But since the title includes and things, I thought I'd start to share some of the things I do in the kitchen.  I recently started subscribed Persnickety Plates newsletter list and one of the first ones I got was for these Easy Garlic Bites . I instantly pinned it because I am always looking for easy recipes to make after work and this one fit the bill. The only thing I needed was to pick up steak at the store as I had everything else in the pantry.   I served the steak bites with Knorr Pasta Sides - Stragonoff noodles.  It made for an easy and tasty meal 5 out of 5 will make again!

  So I've started a number of books, and have yet to finish them if they haven't been an auido version. But I'm going to hunker down and finish all three of these physical books!  Currently Reading: Can't Even: How Millennials Became the Burnout Generation by Anne Helen Petersen Date Started:  August 25 Goodreads Summary:  Do you feel like your life is an endless to-do list? Do you find yourself mindlessly scrolling through Instagram because you’re too exhausted to pick up a book? Are you mired in debt, or feel like you work all the time, or feel pressure to take whatever gives you joy and turn it into a monetizable hustle? Welcome to burnout culture.   While burnout may seem like the default setting for the modern era, in Can’t Even, BuzzFeed culture writer and former academic Anne Helen Petersen argues that burnout is a definitional condition for the millennial generation, born out of distrust in the institutions that have failed us, the unrealistic expectation

 I'm only sharing the one prompt today because I wanna work more with the other one and I'm not ready to share it yet.   Prompt: Only human He kept humming the bars of a song. The earworm was stuck firmly implanted in his brain as he tried to work on a budget report, a memo about quarterly spending, and reformatting a spreadsheet his coworker had messed up. But what was the song? He caught himself humming it while alone on the elevator at work and wondered again for the thousandth time what the song was and why it was stuck in his head. After lunch, he put his headphone in and tried to drown it out by listening to any other song on his playlist. When that didn’t work he decided maybe he should try to find out the song title. This way he could eradicate it by listening to the real song. He opened up the app on his phone to identify songs and hummed. Yea, that didn’t work. Maybe Jessica knew what song it was, he sent her a text explaining the situation and then a

 A few weeks ago I attended my first virtual write-in.  We were given a prompt, some time to write, and then volunteers could read.  The first prompt was: did I just say that out loud I freeze, did I just say that out loud? I ask myself as I notice the sound coming from my computer has stopped.  I quickly looked down to the bottom of my screen to see if I was muted or not.  The red slash is there across the microphone icon and I relax slightly at the sight.  “Amber, did you want to add anything to the discussion? I believe you are muted.” I click to unmute myself, “No, sorry I was just talking to myself as I took notes.  I will add now that I am unmuted that I really like the direction this project is headed in.” I quickly mute myself, not that I feel any better about telling everyone on the call that I talk to myself. I spend the rest of the meeting nodding along, taking notes and clearly not talking to myself. No sooner does the meeting end then my phone goes off with a text from my