Welcome to the first Wednesday of the month which means it’s time for my Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG) post. If you are a writer in need of a posse of insecure comrades, join. If you’re just a curiosity seeker, click the image above to find the blogs of participating writers. It’s a win either way.
Some of the blogs to begin with are our awesome co-hosts for the July 7 posting Pat Garcia, Victoria Marie Lees, Chemist Ken, and Louise – Fundy Blue!
The optional July 7th question is – What would make you quit writing?
This is going to be a short answer. The only thing I can imagine that would make me stop is death. Writing seems as necessary to me as breathing, so–yeah. Great segue into my weekly news, huh? 🙂
Did you know the going rate for a little slice of hell is $590,000.00? https://www.huffpost.com/entry/urine-saturated-home-dubbed-little-slice-of-hell-listed-for-590000_n_60cb9179e4b0f1fe8fe8add5
Proof that science and creativity are natural bedmates, and we owe so much to that marriage. Unfortunately, it is not always without consequence. Join me in remembering the amazing contributions of Hans Berger. https://www.sciencenews.org/article/hans-berger-telepathy-neuroscience-brain-eeg
I leave you with a song. Enjoy, and I’ll see you in seven. https://youtu.be/xo1VInw-SKc
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Wow. Love this links in this post.
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I’m impressed with the realtor for making such a horror into a selling point! She must be very good at her job.
Most scientific research and discovery seems to come from something deeply personal. I suppose, like writing, there has to be a jumping-off point.
She really is good at her job. I hadn’t thought about the jumping off point for science and writing being deeply personal, but that makes sense. Those things that are the most personal have the greatest potential to drive us.
So the only thing to stop your writing would be death? Will there be no writing in heaven?
There may be, but that’s beyond my ken.
Oh my goodness! That reminds me of the haunted house I worked on in Arkansas. People had holed up in there and written all sorts of horrible things on the wall, including a painting of the devil which no matter how many coats of paint we put on it, still showed through.
Yuck!
Wow, they really destroyed that house and without a sledgehammer.
So much so I could smell it through my phone. 🤢