Choose whimsy whenever possible

I know not what path others may choose, but as for me, give me whimsy or give me death!

When a terrorist hurls a bomb, let it explode in gobs of pink bubblegum, not shards of destruction. When a villain pulls a gun, let it shoot cotton candy.

Who needs profanity when "Oh, Schmitt!" or "Hokey smokes" will do?

Gently, dearies. Let these things be done delicately.

Sometimes a new idea is discovered in hindsight

For the last month I've been sitting in a chair with a pen and bound paper journal instead of turning on the computer first thing in the morning. I let the words take me where they will. Sometimes they're related to my current projects, but more often they're just little explosions – a thought, an image, an idea, an observation.

Last week Monday I posted one of these spontaneous outbursts on my blog with a photo of Willow as a pup. Tuesday I posted another with a photo of Dejah. Two weeks later I seem to be developing a habit.

You never know how one thing will lead to another, so I suggest you try something different and see where it goes.

World peace begins with a giggle

We're all just too serious – too angry.

Stop that.

"I have never yet seen or heard anything serious that was not ridiculous," Horace Walpole said.

Find the silliness.

Learn to laugh at ourselves, and the anger goes away.

If you're not ready to laugh at yourself, find something that makes you laugh.

If you're not ready to laugh, find something that makes you smile.

If you're not ready to smile – well, find a way to get ready.

Our lives depend on it.