Freestyle Friday: the life-changing magic of threes

Three amigos. Three witches. Three-legged stools.

There is magic–or at least efficiency–in threes.

That’s why I always aim to have three reasons to do anything.

Sharon Ashwood washes her dishes after dinner. First, this is good for her health and wellbeing. Second, it gives her a little breathing space, some reflection time between the hustle of the day job and the hustle of writing books in the evening. Third, it’s a signal to her muse to come on out and play.


I often walk to work because:

  1. It gives me pleasure
  2. It’s good for my bones and muscles
  3. It emits no greenhouse gases.


Getting my tax paperwork to the accountant in March:

  1. Is kinder to the accountant than waiting until late April
  2. Lets me stop fretting about it
  3. Saves money in late penalties.



I write because:

  1. It’s fun
  2. I hope my stories will give other people pleasure too
  3. It’s better for my arteries than ice cream, potato chips and the other things I could get addicted to.


Having my own Rule of Three also helps me prioritize. If my to-do list is too long, I can sift through it by tallying up reasons to do each task. An item that has lots of reasons tends to nudge out an item with only one or two reasons.

For example, should I bike to the library or iron dishtowels? Three guesses which one wins.

Happy Friday!


One list to rule them all

March is springtime, the moment of renewal, the return of cherry blossoms and the perfect excuse to refresh our wardrobes. After a winter of rain and gloom, blue sky and flowers are welcome indeed. For the locals, there is also the annual running of the goats.

In the spirit of sparkly new things, there was of course our weekend retreat detailed in our newsletter, plus the standing room only Collaborative Creativity workshop March 10 in Nanaimo. Note the celebratory beverage:

Corsette celebration


Other new things include many plans for future stories—more Corsair’s Cove as well as my solo projects. There’s a brand new calendar on my wall, and I spent part of this past weekend making sure all my dates are captured in multi-colored inks. I also amalgamated a zillion notes, lists and stickies into a coherent one-pager. Now I can see at least a little of my desk. It would be easier if I was able to use electronic prompts effectively, but I seem to enjoy the comfort of physical lists that I can scribble on and cross out.

My desk

I’d say this was simple in the extreme and not worth mentioning except for the amount of paper I recycled by the end. Trees died in the name of my productivity. So here you go–proof of the semi-tidy desk with obligatory teacup, stuffed toys and the topic list to the right. I can actually see wood!