When I write, it’s because I lose faith in the ability for me to communicate, especially to those I love the most.
When I write, it’s because I have time to formulate and compose.
When I write, it’s because I have failed in some way, I write it’s because I’m trying to redeem myself.
When I write, it’s because I’ve exposed myself with words and I’m trying to cover the truth or trying (in hope) to expose a greater truth.
I write because it reveals truth and it is the truth that will set us free.
I write to be free.
Whoever added Chocolate to a cereal I hadn’t bought prior, thanks. It’s pretty darn tasty. And the amount of chocolate is generous. Good job!!
At times I wake up and don’t feel like having my usual fruit/veg smoothie or oatmeal, so this is what I have. I’ve been known on occasion to even eat cereal for lunch.
Okay, enough of my eating habits. I want to update and say that we’re mostly moved in. Now, it’s not time for a party by any means, but the place is coming together. I still like it, but the honeymoon period is over. The good news is that my husband and I can make any place feel a bit better with ALL the artwork we own. The bad news: My husband and I may need to open up a gallery of some sort at some point. We have too many items and not enough walls!!
I’m gonna switch the subject and take a moment for the artist in me to vent:
I have this perpetual itch to create something! I’m looking around at our stuff, art supplies, sketch journals, thousands of pens, markers, etc. and it’s just driving me crazy!
Okay, that’s enough, I could go on, and I know the answer is to just do it! And I will. If you’ve moved enough times, you know how disruptive and irritating it can be to creative juices. I feel like a can of soda that’s been shaken with no release for the pressure.
So, if you come across me and see the “resting bitch face”, well, it may be a real bitch face. You’ve been warned. 😉
~Peace …I seek thee…
I really wanted to work on unpacking until each and everyone of these boxes was gone, but apparently, I’m allergic to all the dust that each box contains, not to mention we’re in full blown spring here in Seattle, the amount of pollen is through the roof! (at least for me)
So, alas, my unpacking frenzy has slowed, blame my nose!
I even slowed down enough to read a book called The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. I liked the story and how it was interwoven with a dictionary of the meaning of flowers. Made me rethink some of the flowers I like!
I hope all is well in your land of existence and that you’re experiencing peace and joy even if your circumstances aren’t the best.
As far as writing goals…well, let’s just say I’ve been like that winter tree that hasn’t given indication (yet) that it’s, in fact, not dead, but lying dormant. And I’d like to point out that despite what I’ve been posting on my other blog, I’m also not planning a new career as a “doodle-ist“, but that’s what I’ve been doing on my off time is doodling. I think what’s happening each time I doodle is that I’m resting up part of my brain, while igniting the fire in that other part of my brain which is lying dormant for now. That’s my theory anyway.
Needless to say, I’ve nothing to report about any new writing or novel ideas. Nothing. But, the itch to write has increased and that is all I’ve noticed. So, rather than rid of it with a quick “scratching”, I’m sort of letting it build until I can’t stand it anymore. I’m hoping it will lead to a creative “un-loading” of sorts. Like a cascading falls after a heavy rain. That’s what I’m hoping for, anyway.
So, I apologize if what comes out is too “Eh…” I’m only human and humans can’t naturally say 🙂 all the time, it’s impossible!
SO, this is my attempt to purge out of me the occasional negativity which plagues me during winter months. Does it happen to you? The grey skies, the monotony of the daily grind, the tiresome chores of laundry, cooking, grocery shopping and the like?
I’m venting this out into the world of the internet, no I’m screaming it! Can’t you hear me? OH…I forgot, I would have to type in all caps, but because of my introverted shy nature, I feel rude when I type in all caps, so I’ll just rant in lower case font. It’s enough for now.
Part of the reason for my rant is that I have to move and I don’t want to. Well, maybe it’s more that I’m just not ready to. I’ve done it so many times in my life that it’s lost it’s romanticism. All it means now is getting a new address, learning new street names, and ripping open boxes of “prized” stuff.
I’m tired, but I guess it must be done. Is there a go fund me of sorts for getting others to move me? If so, let me know and I’ll look into it.
Wow, all those letters, fonts, words and sentences for a rant. Thanks for allowing me the pleasure.
Here it is Monday again and I noticed that my last post was a poem. Today, I’m just tapping the keyboard and seeing what comes out.
I do want to report that I finished my story and put it on kindle, but I haven’t yet promoted it.
I will promote it after a few select people read it first, but it’s up and complete, and now I can move forward to the next idea. I’m excited to work on it. At the moment I’m brainstorming with my creative family and playing around with ideas.
I must admit, it’s nice to have fresh thoughts.
What is work?
“activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result.”
I looked up the definition because I think work means something different per each person. This description fits me because it goes beyond a paycheck. However, earning cash is a reward and puts a smile on my face.
But, more than the money is the sense of purpose that I believe we all need as humans.
I feel sad for the homeless person for that reason. I know they lack money, but I wonder if it’s more distressing to lack purpose? Or is their purpose to remind us (the ones who do have jobs, money, shelter, etc.) to remember to be grateful for what we have and not take it for granted and to give to those who are less fortunate?
There is inequity in our world and life is very unfair to a great amount of people. I think it’s best to keep it in mind to be grateful for what we have and to share our “wealth” with the poor.
The new year brings with it opportunities for restarts, even if it is just in my own mind, doesn’t matter. I’ll take it! I enjoy restart buttons as long as things I’ve worked hard on aren’t completely lost.
My goals for this year are to finish my story and get it to the point of publishing, perhaps I will try e-publishing. Seems reasonable.
I also would like to read more. I would like to try different genres and build my reading stamina.
I have a few clients for tutoring reading and I’m hoping that adventure goes well. I’m excited about helping struggling readers. Kids miss out on all the fun without help in the beginning years which is where I focus.
Last, I would like to continue building quality relationships with the people I love most in my life and also to force myself out of my introvert comfort zone and socialize with other people. They’re not all bad! 😉
That’s it for now.
~Peace and Happy New Year.
I’m not sure exactly what gotten into me, but now, I’ve decided to stretch myself in a several directions.
- I’m still a writer and my story is finished, though unpublished and is awaiting a more exciting, satisfying end.
- I’ve become (along with and because of my cool hub) a somewhat party “animal”, not in drugs or too much alcohol, but in the number of parties attended in one month. I’m just about ready to crawl under a rock. (but it’s been fun, really)
- I, now, not only have a writing blog, a photo blog, but also a business blog as well. Yes, the educator side of me refused to die and is attempting to resurrect itself as an independent early childhood reading tutor.
- I’ve also just started to volunteer with Literacy Source . It’s a program to help adult students to read. (Cool!)
I’m soooo excited to have found some places to grow, learn and get to know people.
That’s it and enough for now…
Hello blog, I know it’s been a while, but I’m still here, doing this and that, writing here and there and other stuff. I wanted to document some thoughts:
One, I’m learning and processing so much from the Creative Writing class lately, that I could be found either doing chores like scrubbing tubs or laundry or sitting on my couch, drinking tea, drooling, and staring into space. All of which have something to do with processing new all this new information.
There are multiple aha moments and enlightenments that I’ve had and wish to apply to the story I’m writing. I’d began the class, feeling proud to come into it with a nearly completed draft.
And now? I’ve been humbled and the draft has been significantly transformed. But, that’s okay, I want to write something good. I want my efforts to lead me in a producing a work that is more creatively readable.
That is all.
~Peace to all.