Tonight we took the boys to get their picture taken with Santa. During their brief visit, Santa asked them what the number one thing was on their lists: C: “A green Angry Bird.” E: “A Bumblebee Blaster.” G: “[unintelligible toddler speak]” Us: “What do you want, G?”
Forgiveness
“…And forgive us our tresspasses as we forgive those who tresspass against us…” Those are familiar words, but, too often, a foreign concept. We live in a culture that remembers and encourages us to stoke anger and feed grudges. After all, if the wife of the politician who cheated with…
Right on, Write on.
Keeping a blog is one of those things. No, not those things. Those things. One of those things that appear unnecessary and superfluous on the surface. It “eats” time and takes energy that could and “should be spent elsewhere. Such as in writing “legitimate” pieces, be they poetry, essays, letters, or even email correspondence. But the fact is, as I often discount, keeping a regular journal — online or otherwise — often makes this other writing easier and more productive.
Sigh.
Still, I have a terrible time allowing myself to write a blog or a friendly letter when I know I have so much else I “should be doing.” Such as paying work. But I digress. Here I am.
This past week was wonderful for planting seeds and for finding motivation to write. Last Thursday I managed to make it to the local monthly poetry workshop group. It’s thanks to that group that I manage to write even one poem a month. I mean, I have to have SOMETHING to share there. So I usually write it in the 30 minutes before I have to leave. I wish it was a bi-weekly group instead. Two poems a month would mean I would probably have enough for that collection I’ve been working on for about 5 years now…
On Saturday, thanks to my husband and a good friend who watched my kids for a couple hours, I managed to make it to the SCWW Writers Intensive workshop/lecture. It was good, though I was only able to stick around for the first half, and I caught the speaker who was less relevant to my work. Still, the opportunity to network was wonderful, and the speaker managed to convince me I need to do some work capturing and gathering some family memories, if only for the sake of handing the stories down to the next generation. Ideally, though, I would love to write them into a Dave Eggers style novel/memoir. I even went as far as to tell my mom the plan. I’m not sure how on board she is, but I think she’ll help. I hope so. She and her siblings will be essential to this.
On Sunday I had the privilege of attending a moonShine review release party. The day was HOT, but there was a pool, wine, plenty of good food, and a crowd of people who I respect very much and whose work I enjoy. Not the least of these people was the hostess of the party and chief editor of moonShine, Anne Hicks, who also edited my chapbook, Lemonade & Rumors. It was wonderful to see her. And, frankly, I ate up the encouragement she doled out, prodding me to get that second collection done. She wants to edit it, which would be wonderful. Her help with the last collection made the experience such a rewarding one.
Still, since Sunday, what have I written? This. Period.
But at least I’ve written that much, right?
Salt
We don't know what we don't know. And sometimes, that's blissful ignorance. But our bliss may be someone else's salt in a wound. Take for instance, all the corporate mailing lists that have me in their "She's Pregnant!" databases. (For anyone who hasn't been pregnant and experienced the JOY of…
Making Memories Stick
I’m fairly accomplished at making comments on other people’s blogs that would actually qualify as posts on my own. Yet I stink at keeping my own blog up to date. Maybe I just need their posts as prompts. Anyhow, this is a Copy+Paste from a comment on another blog, but…