Friday, March 24, 2017

At this moment I have...

Six emails I need to write
(But too little time and energy to write them)

A looooong "Ask Me Anything" answer post which is clamoring for my attention
(and not getting any of it)

A good book which I should be reading
(but which I can't seem to concentrate on for all the thoughts of what else I should be doing)

Dozens of blog post ideas in my head which are itching to be written
(while lack of motivation and inspiration do their work of sufficiently hindering that process)

The opportunity to go for a walk on a gloriously fine day
(and an appalling lack of will to do it)

A cold--which is stuffing up my nose, dulling my sense of hearing, and scratchifying my throat. 
(Yes, I said scratchifying.  Yes, I know that's not a word.  I made it up!)

Dark circles under my eyes I'm guessing
(if staying up till midnight is how one gets them)

A veeeery low functioning brain
(which you've no doubt gathered by this point)

And a satisfied smile on my face
(for having published a post with all that against me.  *chuckle*)

(But not a literal smile, you understand.  A figurative one.  'Cause literal smiles are too much of an effort to produce just now.  Doncha know?)


This has been random posts with Miss March.
Tune in next time to hear Miss March say...

"Zzzzzzz..."



P.S.  You know what?  I think I could go read that book now...or maybe take that walk...but no writing.  Definitely no writing.  My brain can't handle it.  (And this post is ample proof of that.  Haha.)


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Ask me some questions and I'll tell you some lies


JUST KIIIIIDDING!  Of course I'm not going to lie to you.  What an idea!  (Who comes up with these titles anyway?) 

What this post really is, is an "Ask Me Anything" post.  I've never done one of those before, so I thought it would be a fun thing to try.  And besides, I know you all have dozens of questions which you've been dying to ask me.  

How do I know that?  Well, it's really quite simple.  For one thing I'm such an interesting person that a desire to know more about me is simply a given; secondly I rarely ever talk about myself so that makes me mysterious (and people do love the challenge of solving mysteries); and thirdly (and this is just a very little reason) in the past few months I have received hundreds of emails from all over the country begging me to share more about the famous authoress of Sunshiny Corner!  

Satisfied?

*coughcough*  What?  You don't believe me?  Come on, people.  I don't make these things up.  *coughcoughchoke*  

Right.  So now that I have completely lost the good opinion of all my readers by spouting off untruths like a hyperactive Pinocchio (my nose is currently four-sizes too large.  Just thought you'd like to know that), let's get down to business, shall we? 

I hereby give you permission to ask me anything your hearts' desire (within reason of course).  Like for instance how old I am, what my favorite movie is, why I always stay up so late at night, why I said no to that nice guy when he asked me out on date...(just kidding. I said yes.)  (Just kidding again.  I made that whole thing up.  No guy.  No date.  It was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.)

So anyway.  Ask away, dear people!  Pepper me with questions.  And I shall salt you with loads of lovely answers.  (Yes, my humor is horrible today.  I get that.) 


Looking forward to hearing from you!

Monday, March 13, 2017

A few words to the people of Candleford and Lark Rise {Season 2}


Laura Timmins,

I realize you are one who thinks very profound and deep thoughts, but if I were you I wouldn't waste time moralizing over the fact that Fisher was your one chance at love and now it's all gone.  Gone forever.  Because honestly, you had several chances at love even before Fisher came into the picture.  If you recall, you could have had Alf, but you wanted nothing to do with him; you had Phillip, but you ditched him; and as to Fisher himself, well.  You certainly didn't put up much of a fight for him.  Did it never occur to you that you could keep in contact through letters until such a time as you were both ready to settle down?  (I mean, really, girl.  You do work at a post office.)

Miss Lane,
You are a perfect example of a romantic heroine, for no matter how many times your heart is broken you never let that stop you.  You always fall in love again on the very next opportunity.  It really is marvelous the way you manage it.  

"You must leave, James.  Oh!  My heart is breaking..."
 
"...but, uh, mending very quickly with the help of James number 2, I think."

Alf Arless,
It seems you've taken my advice and gotten over Laura.  And that right quickly, too.  In fact, it was a such an extraordinarily fast turn around I could hardly believe it.  Really.  I'm impressed.

Mr. James Dowland,
If there were a contest for the moodiest person in the show, you would certainly win it.  Why you've got it down to a science!  However, I'm not saying this to belittle such a talent in you, sir.  No indeed.  By all means, be grumpy.  For you'll soon find that grumpiness and romance go hand in hand in Miss Lane's book.  She will not be able to resist you.  (One bit of advice, though.  Don't lie to the woman you love.  That's a sure way of losing her.  And, uh, pining yourself sick over her instead of going and speaking to her face to face, may not after all be the surest means of regaining her affections.  In fact, I'm afraid it is now officially over.  So sorry.)

Mr. Timmins,
It appears you must have given a bit of your grumpiness to Mr. J.D.  At any rate, you've grown much more cheerful of late, and that's a fine thing.  I approve.  (Besides, you've already got yourself a wife.  So why be moody, right?)

Mrs. Timmins,
Steady on.  Take a deep breath.  Right.  Now try again.  See if you can't start with the right words this time so your husband doesn't have the opportunity to turn an innocent remark into an intentional insult.  There.  That's much better.  Now we're getting somewhere.


Dear Timmins Children,
Your parents are about to have an argument.  This means it is now time for you to go outside and play.  Have fun!

Twister,
Don't fret over losing your "job" at the post office.  You have a much higher calling.  Like finding lost people in the woods for instance.  You have to admit you're pretty much an expert when it comes to that!

Thomas Brown,
I hate to break it to you but people don't normally understand mutterings and stutterings and unfinished sentences.  And when dealing with Miss Ellison--who apparently has a knack for hearing only what she wants to hear--I do greatly fear that your attempt at words will be misinterpreted.  See?  What did I tell you?  Now your wedding is set for a date much sooner than you had anticipated, and you're in an absolute panic.  Take my advice, sir.  Calm yourself, slow down, think through what you want to say, form the words, and say them nice and clear.  This is what people typically refer to as talking, I believe.  Go on.  Give it a try.  I'm sure you can do it.

Miss Ellison,
Your constant twitches, and arm wavings, and claspings of the hands are beginning to wear on us.  Do try and tone it down a bit.  Also, if you could perhaps lose the over-exaggerated, creepy smile?  It would do a world of good towards improving your appearance.

Fisher Bloom,
I'm still trying to figure out how you fell for Laura.  Why she wasn't even being nice in that episode!  What do all you guys see in her?  (Oh, that's right.  She's the heroine.  You have no choice.  Poor fellows.)

That's sweet, but...WHY???

Dear Minnie,
I know you're just about the most romantic person in the whole world, and that it makes you ever so happy see people in love, but I must hint to you that some people don't enjoy having their romances talked of with such openness.  One must use tact on subjects such as these, and tact, Minnie, is one thing you do not possess.  So, on the whole, I think it's best that you just remain silent.  (Uh, right.  That was an impossible suggestion.  Pardon me.)

Nan,
Well, hello!  You sort of popped out of nowhere.  Nice to meet you.  *shakes hands*  Will you be staying in the area long do you think?

Miss Pearl,
That was the most absurd attempt at a secret rendezvous I ever did see.  Heading out of town on opposite sides of the street, at the exact same time, and sloooowly (but really not so slowly) lessening the distance between yourselves until you're walking side by side right down the middle of main street!  And not only that, but timing everything so perfectly that you meet up right underneath the constable's wife's window.  I am absolutely blown away by the enormity of your thinking powers!  (Though on the whole I suppose it does rather fit with the general nature of yours and the Constable's behavior throughout this episode, which was not exactly big on brains, and which was in fact entirely ridiculous, uncalled for, and SHAMEFUL!)  (To put it mildly.)

Yes.  I am talking to you, ma'am.

Miss Ruby,
You're a very sweet person.  Not very quick on the uptake, but still sweet.  And you do have a most profound way of munching your food.  Why, one can practically feel the comfort you are deriving from it.  I think food really must be your "one weakness", even more than it is Miss Lane's.

Cinderella Doe,
What do you want to go around creeping people out for?  It's very inconsiderate of you.  We skipped your episode this time, miss.  And very glad we were to do it, too.

Sydney,
If you really are such a "little man" why is it you can't manage to eek out even a short bit of polite conversation with your father?  I would think you'd be able to at least say something.  Please.  The heavy silence is becoming very awkward.

Dear Queenie,
You must have been behaving pretty well this season for I find I haven't anything of interest to say to you.  Perhaps that's just the fault of my own short memory, but be that as it may, today is clearly your lucky day.  Ta-ta! 


Laura, you're getting that far away look in your eye again.  Please don't tell me you're about to say something profound.  I realize that with such a great knowledge of the world and such obvious maturity (coughcough) you must be positively bursting with wise thoughts to share with us common mortals--and I gotta hand it to you, your wise sayings do sound rather impressive when spoken in that lofty tone of voice--but...may I ask?...what do they mean
 
*****
Have any of you ever noticed that Miss Lane falls in love with two guys named James? And that their initials are both J.D.?
Have you ever tried to make sense out of Laura's beginning and ending statements and found them peculiarly lacking in that regard?


Wednesday, March 8, 2017

A Question of Motives


Do you ever second guess yourself and worry that you may be doing things for the wrong reasons?  Do you ever delve into the inner workings of your brain and screw yourself up digging endlessly down into that dizzying circle of self-doubt?  Do you question why exactly you did that kind thing for that person?  Or why you feel so happy and good about yourself after giving up something you want?  Or why indeed you feel the need to live a good life and do what your conscience says is right?  Is it because you truly and whole-heartedly wish to serve God and glorify Him above all else?  Or is there perchance a tiny, barely discernible, selfish ulterior motive beneath those good deeds, which is your true motivation?

I'm an analyzer.  And a worrier.  So yes.  I have worried about my honest motivations on numberless occasions.  And I'm ashamed to say that more often than not my motives probably are wrong. 

First off, read this post by Naomi because she says it really well.  This is one of the things I'm talking about.  The habit of doing good things while secretly, deep down, wishing to be noticed and praised for it.  We do it unconsciously.  We have the best of selfless intentions in mind, but when we're through we realize we're disappointed that we didn't get any affirmation for our noble endeavors. 

That's one example.  But there's another one I've noticed about myself, too.  Those times when there's nobody to see the good deed I'm doing, so there's no way of my doing it out of a desire to be praised for it.  In those times my motives must be unselfish, right?  I must truly be doing it for God and not for myself.  Is it not so? 

And yet that little voice in my head says that there's something still underlying it.  Says that deep down I'm doing it for a reason other than a pure desire to honor my Creator.  Am I, perhaps, only being good for myself?  I fully believe that obeying God is the right thing to do, but am I obeying Him because I love Him or because I want to feel secure in the thought that I am in the right.  That I am a good person.  That I am someone to be proud of.  (Because boy! do I like to be proud of myself.)

I've been reading The Lady's Confession by George MacDonald and this paragraph stood out to me as describing with painful accuracy the feeling I've had about my motives at times. 


"Faber's main weak point was, that though he was indeed tender hearted and did kindnesses not to be seen of men, he did them to be seen of himself.  The boy was in the man, doing his deeds and seeking the praise of his own conscience.  Though perhaps this was not a grievous wrong, it was poor and childish and obstructed his higher development.  He liked to think himself a benefactor.  Such a  man may well be of noble nature, but he is a mere dabbler in nobility, for a certain degree of pride is always inherent in such a view of oneself." 
[The Lady's Confession by George MacDonald]
 
This shook me rather.  Because I know it's true.  I'm prideful.  I like to watch myself do nice things for people.  I like to think that people are grateful to me for those things, and that they love and appreciate me for them.  Indeed I think about myself far and away too much.
 
And realizing this I naturally fall into a bout of worry and discouragement.  Because I want to have pure motives.   And yet lofty thoughts of myself always seem to creep in.  And so I fret over this wickedness inside me; grasping for some way to rid myself of it; and yet finding that in this matter I am utterly and completely helpless.


When you discover a sin in yourself, do you ever fall into the thinking that now that you've discovered it you can't move on until you've overcome it?  I do.  Knowing it's there means it is my duty to get rid of it.  Henceforth, immediately. 
 
But I can't. 
 
And that's where the hopeless feelings of unworthiness start to set in and drag me down until I feel that there's no way in the world I can ever measure up to God's standard, and be the person He wants me to be.  And guess what?  That's true.  I can't!  I can't do any of that.  It's God alone who can do it in me, and when I come to realize that, well...it lifts the weight a bit.  And I cling to Him, and cry,
 
"Search me, O God, and know my heart;  Try me and know my anxious thoughts; And see if there be any hurtful way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way."  Psalm 139:23-24
 
 
God is the one who searches me.  He is the one who knows me.  He's aware of the deepest, darkest places in my broken and sinful heart.  Even before the foundation of the world He knew.  And still He called me.  Called me His own.  Reached out His hand, took me up, and said,
 
"You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.  This I command you, that you love one another."
John 15:16-17
 
We cry out to God, hoping and pleading that He will see our contrite hearts and have pity on us. But do we not realize?  He's already done that!  We didn't choose Him.  He chose us!  What a marvelous, humbling truth that is. 
 
 
"Our Father which art in heaven, we Thy children are often troubled in mind, hearing within us at once the affirmation of faith and the accusations of conscience.  We are sure that there is in us nothing that could attract the love of One as holy and as just as Thou art.  Yet Thou hast declared Thine unchanging love for us in Christ Jesus.  If nothing in us can win Thy love, nothing in the universe can prevent Thee from loving us.  Thy love is uncaused and undeserved.  Thou art Thyself the reason for the love wherewith we are loved.  Help us to believe the intensity, the eternity of the love that has found us.  Then love will cast out fear; and our troubled hearts will be at peace, trusting not in what we are but in what Thou hast declared Thyself to be.  Amen."
 
[The Knowledge of the Holy by A.W. Tozer]
 
 
It is God Himself who will work the change in us that we so desperately need.  God Himself that will purge all darkness from our hearts and make us pure.  We can trust Him for that.  We can throw aside all of our worries and fears and trust Him completely to mold us and shape us into the people He wants us to be.  It's not too big a job for Him.  Not in the slightest.
 
 
And Jesus said to His disciples, "Truly I say to you, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.  Again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God."  When the disciples heard this, they were very astonished and said, "Then who can be saved?"  And looking at them Jesus said to them, "With people this is impossible,
but with God all things are possible."
Matthew 19:23-26

Monday, February 27, 2017

Whoop-de-do! 'Tis my 100th post!


Is it not a grand occasion? 

I'VE WRITTEN 100 POSTS!  Me.  Little old me.

It's like... 

"Too bad to be true."

A-hem.  Where did you come from?

"Oh, nowhere special.  Just that insignificant part of your brain that takes care of all the saucy comments and smart-alecky remarks.  That's all."

Well, what do you want to be a wet blanket for?  If you're a part of my brain then this is as much your success as mine.

"Of course.  But it is my duty as the smart aleck to say smart-alecky things.  So that's what I'm doing."

Fine.  Whatever. 

As I was saying, this is my 100th post and I feel like that is worth celebrating.  So...

"Now it's my turn to say something.  You never let me get a word in edgewise."

Excuse me?  You're always talking.  It's like blab, blab, blab all day long. 

"I resent that remark."

Do you deny it?

"No.  I just resent it."

Well, I gotta hand it to you, you're quick on the draw when it comes to quoting movies.

"Of course.  That's one of my best things.  (You see.  I am good for something.)"

(I never said you weren't.)  Now.  As I was saying...

"Interrupting is another thing I do really well."

I've noticed.  
 
"It's a talent of mine, I guess."
 
'Hem.  To get back to my original train of thought...

"Choo-choo-choo.  Train ran off the tracks.  Too bad.  Very sad.  (You know?  I've actually got lots of hidden talents.)"

Well, hurrah for you!  I must say, though, the interrupting one is not so very hidden.

"Oh no.  That one isn't.  That's one I like to share with the world.  Because some talents, you know, are just too good to be kept to oneself. " 

Really. 

"Yes!  But to get back to what I was saying.  I think it's about time you let me do more talking around here.  A person starts to feel very slighted when they're not allowed to have their fair share in the conversation.  You know that, don't you?" 

Honestly.  I'd say you've had more than your fair share of talking on this blog.

"You would say that, of course.  But your opinion can hardly be called an unbiased one."

Well, then.  I appeal to my readers.  Dear readers, hasn't my sarcastic, smart-alecky voice been heard quite often enough on this blog?  I mean, there have already been several posts where he's made an appearance such as he is making right now, and on top of that I have a feeling he makes a subtle appearance in pretty nearly every post I write.  Isn't that so?  (And don't ask me why I'm referring to my sarcastic voice as a "he".  It just fits somehow.)

"You can't appeal to your readers.  That's not fair.  Besides, by this point they're probably wondering what in the world we're even talking about."

Of course they are!  Because my posts never make sense when you show up.

"Haha!  Yes, indeed.  And proud of it I am.  Not making sense is another of my hidden talents."

Oh good grief.  Can I PLEASE get on to the point of this post?

"Yes.  Please do.  I was waiting for you to stop fooling around and get to that."

*Sigh*  
 
I don't think anyone even cares to hear after all of this rigmarole, but here we go.

Friends!  Fellows!  Countrymen!
 
This is my 100th post!!  My ONE HUNDREDTH post!!!

"And this is like the 100th time you've said that."  *prolonged sigh of boredom*

(I see you also like to exaggerate.  However, I'll ignore that remark.)  
 
In order to celebrate this grand event, I've been thinking over what I could do to make this post more special than the norm.  
 
*drum roll*

*accelerated drum roll*
 
*drum roll abruptly dies down*
 
Unfortunately I couldn't  think of anything.

"So.  We may go home now?"

(Shhh.  No.  Not yet.) 

As I said, I couldn't think of anything particularly special, but then I got the idea to include some links to a couple of my early posts.  And that seemed like a good enough idea. Celebrating a noteworthy post by reminiscing over old ones?  Why not?  

So that, my dear friends, is what I'm going to do.  For those of you who have been reading my blog since the beginning, naturally these won't be new to you...

"So you may all go home.  (Lucky people.)"

(Ahem.)  
 
However, you might enjoy reading them all the same, so feel free to do so.  (Or just skip 'em.  That's fine, too.)

"I like to skip!"

For those of you who are newer to my blog, well, I hope you may find something here to amuse or interest you. 
 
"Of course if you enjoy skipping, I'd be most happy to have you join me."

(A-HEM.)
 
So without further ado...here are the posts.



 
A post in which I prattle on about romantic stereotypes.  
"Prattling on being the perfect word for it."
 
 

I had fun with this post because talking about movies--and what I think of them--is one of my favorite topics.  
"This is very true.  And believe me, she WILL talk on that subject--long and thoroughly--whether you like it or not."
 
 

This is one of my favorite posts because... 
"Let me tell!  Let me tell!  It's a favorite because she thinks she really was quite witty in this one."  
You are so very complimentary today.
"I know it.  That's another of my..."
Don't tell me.  Another of your hidden talents.  *groan*
 
 

A random post about a couple games my siblings and I invented.
"Random being a very choice word indeed.  In fact, I wonder...is there anything Miss March writes that is not random?"
 
 

The post in which "Mr. Smart Aleck" made his first appearance.  
"That's me!!  (wink)  I LOVE THIS POST!!" 
 
 

The title says it best.  
"Indeed.  And disastrous is the word that particularly stands out.  In fact, that would be an excellent word to describe this post. Don't you think?"
Indubitably. 

 
*****
 
If you had time to read any of those (and I hardly expect you to read all of them because goodness knows there's plenty of new posts to read without wasting time on old ones), but if you did happen to read some, I hope you enjoyed them.  And I'll just say (for the record) that I by no means object to (and in fact I quite love) getting comments on old posts.  Just sayin'. 
 
"SHE HAS NO OBJECTION TO RECEIVING COMMENTS ON OLD POSTS!  THIS IS WHAT SHE'S JUST SAYIN'!!"
 
Oh, shush.  You don't have to shout it from the house tops.  I only meant that as  a small hint or suggestion, just in case anyone wanted to comment.  No pressure.
 
"SHE MEANT IT AS A SUGGESTION!!  I HOPE YOU'RE GOOD AT TAKING A HIIIINT!!"
 
Oh!  You are impossible.  I am entirely put out with you.
 
"Put out?  Where?  Where have we been put out?  Out on the street?  Oooh.  That wasn't very nice.  Who would do that to us?"
 
Oh brother. 
 
I have a feeling I'd better end this post right quick before it becomes an unqualified disaster.
 
Good-day, my friends.  If you read the whole of this ridiculous post all I can say is, MY HAT IS OFF TO YOU!  I hope very much you can manage to have a good day after all this nonsense, and that you'll find it in your heart to forgive me for being such a nut.  (I honestly don't know what comes over me sometimes.) 
 
How very true.