Joining the Instacrowd

Yup, everybody loves to complain about Instagram, the photo app that has turned everyone with a camera phone into a snooty nitwit who thinks that taking a quick snapshot and applying a filter makes them into photographic geniuses. Yeah, I thought that, too. But the thing is…Instagram makes taking photos and getting them onto Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, and many other places ridiculously easy. I think that’s the real attraction here: not the facile photos, but just how easy it makes it to get them out there.

So yeah…I’ve jumped on the Instagram bandwagon.

I’m not going to be using it exclusively, because my heart of hearts still belongs to Flickr, even though it’s…well, it’s right out of the Web of 2006. But it’s still more tailored to nicer photos, and I’ve got too many years invested in using it to just stop. Flickr isn’t as easy to use as Instagram, but so what? It’s not like it was ever hard to use. Viva la Flickr, says I! But also, given my 7-inch Samsung Galaxy tablet, I just can’t turn down Instagram.

Below the fold are some of my first efforts using Instagram.


Long hair and overalls



Overalls, with cat.


(Note to self: blog about my new Carhartt overalls one of these days.)

It turns out that ramen noodles with a fried egg is really pretty delicious:


Ramen with fried egg


I’ve seen photos of ramen with an egg for years, right on the package, but never tried it. Yum!

We went to Pumpkinville the other day, and The Daughter took a nice photo of The Wife and I, which I Instagram’d:


The Wife and I at #Pumpkinville. Days like this were made for #overalls!


And of course, stuff on the Internet must have cats:


Lester pays rapt attention.


Finally, my very first experimentations with what Instagram-filtered photos looked like involved photos of my recent pieing.

Yup, Instagram is pretty cool!

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Writing: an update


Writing, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

I’m about halfway through applying my edits to Princesses In SPACE!!! (not the actual title), so I’m right on track to have the second draft done by the end of this month, which is the goal I had set. Yay, me!

I’m keeping track of the word count of all my edited chapters, and I’m noticing that I’m not ditching as many words as I’d hoped. I tend to go with Stephen King’s formula on this type of stuff: “2nd draft = 1st draft – 10%.” So far I’m losing about 5%, and I’m kind of nervous about the effect that a couple of late-book revisions will have, as I am adding two scenes toward the end. We’ll see. This goal is helpful, but it’s also largely arbitrary. We’ll see. I can guarantee that the second draft will lose a lot of flabby prose. Whether it’s enough, though…well, that will be a job for the beta-readers to determine!

So, onward and upward! Zap! Pow!!

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Saturday Centus

Another autumnal prompt this week.

The box in my hand was both heavier than I expected and lighter than it should have been, as I carried it across the field to that single maple tree, alone in that field, that had already dropped half its leaves. She’d always loved October, and she’d loved this tree. When I got there, I cried a while; then I poured out her ashes and walked away. The leaves crunched under my boots until they didn’t.

A question: whose are the ashes, and who is scattering them?

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A Random Wednesday Conversation Starter

Oops, forgot it was Wednesday again.

Anyway: What was your wedding song? If you had it to do over, would you use a different song? And if you were planning your wedding to take place now, what song would you use (stipulate that you must choose a different song than the one you actually used)?

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Saturday Centus

On the hayride

With my somewhat relentless focus the last bunch of months on other writing matters, I’ve lost track of this delightful weekly bit of writing ephemera. I’m glad to see that Jenny Matlock is still keeping the fires burning, with an autumnal prompt for this week. Here is my entry:

Two trees stood together, watching the world. They’d sprouted together, grown from sapling to full maple together. When they were big enough, their leaves would brush against one another in the breeze. How they thrilled to each other’s touch! And how they envied those humans who could touch each other at will.

Each year one tree said to the other, “How beautifully leaves grow old”. They said a goodbye of red and orange and gold, and then they would lose each other’s touch until spring.

One day their leaves won’t grow at all…but not this year.

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