{"id":553,"date":"2014-09-19T21:54:16","date_gmt":"2014-09-19T21:54:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/?p=553"},"modified":"2014-09-19T21:54:16","modified_gmt":"2014-09-19T21:54:16","slug":"humidity-humility-overthinking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/2014\/09\/19\/humidity-humility-overthinking\/","title":{"rendered":"Humidity, Humility &#038; Overthinking"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/lightning.bmp\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-555\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/lightning.bmp\" alt=\"lightning\" width=\"1280\" height=\"853\" \/><\/a>It feels biblical at the moment. Thunder growling in the distance as I write; lightning cracking the sky open, but no rain. Humidity, like we&#8217;re in the Deep South of America, not Gloucestershire, England. Where is autumn? It&#8217;s September, for goodness&#8217; sake; should be all misty and mellow, but no, it&#8217;s heat and sweating and plagues.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, plagues. Flies, dive bombing as we try to sleep; woodlice &#8211; dead ones curled and crispy under foot, live ones climbing armchairs, wandering across carpets and dawdling over the kitchen hob; spiders, and worse, their webs silkily crisscrossing every doorway, like a mission impossible style high security system that can only be overcome by performing advanced acrobatics while wearing a morph suit. It&#8217;s beyond me. I have a bad back, only ever achieved a forward roll at the height of my flexibility, and my bum would definitely look big in that. The Daddy Long Legs are yet to come.<a href=\"http:\/\/www.thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/100.bmp\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-559\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/100.bmp\" alt=\"100\" width=\"1050\" height=\"680\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s another plague upon my house and I&#8217;ve only got myself to blame. Twitter. Yes, I knew there would be bad alongside the good. It&#8217;s a great aid for the practising procrastinator, that&#8217;s for sure. I keep forwarding interesting links to myself to read &#8211; I don&#8217;t know when. Currently, about 235 such links are sitting in my inbox&#8230;not good. Twitter is making me think more, particularly about feminism; diversity in children&#8217;s books; mental health issues. These are in no particular order and will be revisited in future posts. Suddenly, after years of denial, lethargy and sitting on the fence, it seems I do have opinions about stuff, after all.<\/p>\n<p>Alongside the good, the noble, the wise; the joy of connecting with writers and other interesting folk; alongside the kind and supportive, there are a few without humility, those who shout &#8216;oi, buy my book&#8217;, only that, over and over, and nothing else; and those with one desire &#8211; to claim more followers. Is there something creepily cult-like about having followers? Or am I back to the biblical? I don&#8217;t know, perhaps I&#8217;m over thinking. I do that, you know.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m still learning about twitter but I think it&#8217;s mostly positive. I take to heart the wise words of Katy Evans-Bush in <a title=\"Mslexia\" href=\"https:\/\/www.mslexia.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Mslexia<\/a>, issue 63:<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Generosity never goes amiss on social media.&#8221;\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It feels biblical at the moment. Thunder growling in the distance as I write; lightning cracking the sky open, but no rain. Humidity, like we&#8217;re in the Deep South of America, not Gloucestershire, England. Where is autumn? It&#8217;s September, for goodness&#8217; sake; should be all misty and mellow, but no, it&#8217;s heat and sweating and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/2014\/09\/19\/humidity-humility-overthinking\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Humidity, Humility &#038; Overthinking&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[43,48,54,56,57],"tags":[102,110,119,125,128,132],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/553"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=553"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/553\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=553"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=553"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegreatprocrastinator.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=553"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}