It is Wednesday. Mid-week. Hump day. My day off. I am a blob. Started out this fine sunny day with energy, and spirited to-dos…got the meds down the dog (surgery recovery), the plants watered, the bills paid…even managed to finish the laundry and create a lovely, light, fresh lunch. And now, I am …EXHAUSTED! What… Continue reading ~writing from blobville~
Shaken. Stirred. Smothered. It has been a bit of a noodle; this month of March. Wait. Add in February, too. Year in, Year out, these months test me. Weird situations occur, that I handle in ways I later regret. My nerves are edgy. My usual quite amazingly wise and stoic tolerance becomes irrationally depleted. I… Continue reading ~escaping the vortex~
Maybe I need a retreat. This one looks really perfect. Would that make me establish better routines for my writing? Would it feed my soul, inspire and infuse me with the discipline that I am lacking? Are there ever days, when you think perhaps, perhaps you aren’t a writer, after all? Or is that just me?… Continue reading ~writing retreat~
If we were having coffee, I would meet you in the local shop…the one I just found! The one that reminds me of the restaurant I once shared with my best friend…years ago, in a mountain town. This charming spot to sit and write, meet friends, or have lunch, is in downtown Melbourne. It is… Continue reading ~if we were having coffee~
It is difficult to work when your mind completely fractures. With one focus upon Hurricane Florence, one upon the political nightmare that is our life, and one upon the general workings of my day. I am juggling thoughts which rumble as a bingo basket, while trying to stay true to my challenges. Today is the… Continue reading ~Working distracted~
My projects have been resurrected from the procrastination graveyard. I have been bad, you see. I shall admit my negligence. I offer excuses, and you give me ‘that look’. Not buying my blubbering on about the ‘other job’ taking all my time, family visits, illness, or general crankiness. YOU know this is my whining.
Life blows along with various degrees of wind force. There are days of gentle breezes, days of stillness and then there are those days. Those filled with hurricane intensity. The steadiness factor is always a crap-shoot. I am an emotional being, and by that, I mean I truly let my emotions rule me. It is… Continue reading Embracing Intention~