I always thought is was off pudding. Wondered how the pudding went bad. And for that matter....what kinda pudding was it to begin with?
It's sorta like being off color. Did that happen at the factory or did it happen when you added too much bleach. And how off color can you be until you become.......void of color?
And then there is out of luck. As though Luck was someplace to be into. Or into trouble......same but reversed.
How about age discrimination? Is that now or later......? Will I be more or less discriminating?
Just been pondering. And that's scary too.
A friend asked me if I had ever read the book Stardust....I answered no. She said she would send me a copy because the stories of travelers and donkeys and life on the road that I have been sharing with readers on Ye Olde Crones Gazette had struck a chord (which one I should have queried? Was it a major or a minor chord?) with her and reminded her of my writing style. So she was going to send me a copy of Stardust to read.
When I told of this lovely generous offer with my daughter, who by the way, in case you ever want to know anything about me and what I think, ever thought or will ever think, just ask her, because I put her in charge of that bit quite awhile ago and she is every so talented at categorizing such.....said to me, "Lulu, (because that is what she calls me instead of mother or mom or mommy or darling and wonderful Oma), we have that movie here." And produces said copy of Stardust, to my amazement. I watched the movie and was enthralled. And now I've gone on to read the book.
As in most cases, the book is so much better, because I can visualize the scenes, the feel the feelings, the ponder the results. And as I read the very last page of my gift from the beautiful and very sweet April, I realized something about own writing.......I enjoy it for the same reasons I enjoy reading other peoples made up places......they are head magick, heart magick, healing magic all rolled into one. No matter the genre, words take you from here and let you go there.
Yep, off pudding, or in a pickle, or down on my luck, or at square one. It's a place I love to be.