Today I planted marigolds. In pots. I then arranged them around the patio, here and there. Sprinkle, sprinkle. Little dots and pots of yellow. Very nice. I thought: "When these marigolds are all bushy and beautiful, my book will be done." This thought made me happy. Like when I was pregnant I would think: When … Continue reading Talk In Ink
Writing is such a head game
I was tired. I didn't feel like it. It was cold. I have been breaking my "No Humans Before 11 AM" rule by switching my workouts to 9 which is NOT GOOD.. Vince had me do a million squats today. And lots of ab work, and the hated pull-ups. And burpees. And what I call … Continue reading Writing is such a head game
Who Cares?
"Who cares?" "So what?" These are the questions that have derailed me every time I got to the point where I was ready to put my work out there. I'd read my stuff and get the sinking feeling that it was all bullshit. "Who the hell cares? So what?" I'd ask myself. And then I'd … Continue reading Who Cares?
It’s “Go” Day
I have been working on a writing project that just can't seem to launch. Or, let me re-phrase that: I have been working on a writing project that I can't seem to launch. Jennifer and I have been talking about it and she's given me exercises to do. Make a calendar. Create tasks. Break it … Continue reading It’s “Go” Day
“Once it’s done with you, it’s done with you.”
Cleaning yesterday. Shopping today. Hit up a million stores including Bed Bath and Beyond. There was a little glitch at the check out. No SKU on one item, so the manager had to be called. The woman checking me out was NOT going with the flow. No. she. was. not. She was pissy. Was she … Continue reading “Once it’s done with you, it’s done with you.”
Cleaning, blah
I spent all day cleaning: mopping, cleaning out cabinets, doing dishes, organizing. At the end of 5 hours, there was still a lot to do. Cleaning is the act of rolling a boulder up a mountain, getting to the top, then watching it roll back down. Cleaning is never done. It is like eating. You … Continue reading Cleaning, blah
I Hear You
I used to be uncomfortable whenever there was a lull in a conversation. I used to jump in and fill it with ANYTHING rather than just let any silence be there. I am noticing that I am a lot more comfortable with silence now. I am learning how powerful it is. When someone stops talking … Continue reading I Hear You
Tending Things
We tend gardens. And children. And some of us tend to the sick. Today I tended to my bills, my accounts, my business. I watered the plants, switched the pictures around on the walls, dusted the sills, folded all the blankets and lined them up neatly on the rack. I tended my meditation practice, and … Continue reading Tending Things
“Have You Always Been This Way?”
I assumed (and hoped) he meant friendly, open, interested, and together. He stopped me as I was walking Boomer on campus. He wanted to know how big this place was. He said he had been lured off the highway to come and explore. He just couldn't get over how beautiful this area was. He was … Continue reading “Have You Always Been This Way?”
I Dream In Cursive
Before we left for Sanibel I said I was looking forward to being warm, reading and writing with a pen. I brought a fresh Moleskine and my fountain pen with me, but I wasn't so sure there would be the time or the inclination to pen write. I love writing with a pen though. I love … Continue reading I Dream In Cursive
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