Kana's Chronicles

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  1. Kana Smith's avatar

    what an apt description–I know that feeling too! Like thumbing the wheel of a lighter when there’s not enough fuel…

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    I do enjoy each obsession as it’s upon me… But I will say that some of them are more USEFUL…

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  • Pushed Over the Edge?

    Um, wow. I posted the other day without even thinking about how differently my topic would come across to various of my “international audience” of blogging-buddies. Lots of food for thought in the ensuing commentary… The dodgy topic: my “Concealed Carry” handgun class. (There, I’m being more “international” today—dodgy isn’t an American term. I looked…

  • Pushing Past a Comfort Zone

    I’ve been laboring under a peculiar species of Writers’ Block for the last two weeks. It’s not that I haven’t had the inclination or the material for writing, but there’s Something Important that I need to write about—that I want to write about—but am apparently not ready to write about. And I’ve felt like I couldn’t (or…

  • The Death of Malaise

    Malaise, n. a vague or unfocused feeling of mental uneasiness,lethargy, or discomfort. If I remember correctly, my younger sister once had a gerbil which she named “Malaise.” It would have been somewhere around junior-high time for her, and she acquired the gerbil during a period of, well… malaise.  If I remember correctly, our cat dragged that gerbil backward out of the cage by its tail…

  • A Lesson on Letting Go

    Here’s my GRIN for the day: I have a new client for my freelance writing, and the “job application” I sent him consisted of (1) a link to this blog, as a “writing sample,” and (2) a photo of my motorcycle tattoo. I regularly refer to my tats as Stories, but had never considered this…

  • Expedition Journal #3: Faking a Phone

    A few months ago I started on a mission to explore some technology-stuff I might want to use, and (having done the research) reported my opinions findings here… In my first expedition, I went prospecting on Pinterest (which has continued to serve me well—and has continued to be FUN), and I followed that up with assessing…

  • Well, This is Embarrassing…

    I don’t intend to shirk responsibilities, truly I don’t… But here we have it. I seem to be a bona fide, certified Shirker. Shame! I sent off my bundle of deadline-writing this afternoon (including an article—I’m not making this up!—on the assigned topic: “Can my dog get me pregnant?” OH. MY. GOD) and thought I’d…

  • Hill-Climbing, Hummingbirds, and Handguns

    This evening, a particular piece of kid-art caught my eye. We have their notes and drawings tacked up all over the place—on the walls, on the fridge—but when something is always there you sometimes stop seeing it. That’s the case with this piece , carefully dated 8-2-11 (almost exactly a year ago) with sticker-letters spelling…