writing should be like breathing- like wanting air- or needing it to live. I know that when I write the world and my head make sense; when I don’t write the world is indecipherable and my head noisy and big, nuerotic and vague.
I want to write every day, no matter what- even when my house is noisy and my eyes bleery and my hands numb and buzzing from carpal tunnel. I want every excuse to ultimately turn to dust because I must write to live
An uneasy relationship. I try not to think about it too much and still eat ice cream once in awhile.
I don’t think it’s working out so well.
The diabetes wants more attention and I’ll just have to try that for awhile. I’d like to feel healthier and not be afraid of what the blood sugar reading will be…
It shouldn’t seem so impossible. The stuff of fantasy. Child Abuse is common, so every day we don’t even flinch collectively. It is a part of our culture that should not be- Every instance should startle us, kick in our outrage.
We need to get mad and stay mad, never get comfortable with the on-going damange, generation after generation of children.
I feel like I’ve known her all my life. She is an active part of my life- I write to her, chat with her on-line, collaborate with her (we do greeting cards), and consider her my friend/sister/family but I’ve never sat across the table from her- This year, one of my goals is to occupy space within the same four non-virtual walls-
I can juggle balls, cantelope and onions like no bodies business- but I have short arms. Juggling clubs, stay rolling some of the time and some of the time just wack the XXXX out of my head and nose….OW
Full of heart- wonderful human beings, a cat and a rodent. I love and am loved- and love it when the house is full of happy, noisy people- (and animals…)
but
I have no time here alone. Never. I am with someone every moment I am at home. I want to create some form of quiet time in my life. Even if it’s just an hour or so a day. Time to rest, in silence, space to heal, reflect, meditate, or create…
Shrinking budgets, State take overs, mindless and intentional inequities, institutionalized racism, sexism, classism, rampant homophobia, “teaching to the tests”, and an overiding attitude towards students and families that is demeaning and dehumanzing-
Where, how, when, do we begin????
It’s so difficult for me these days, balancing creativity and responsiblity. I work, I have a teenage daughter and I have a partner. Finding time to write, and do graphics, and tinker with my web pages is difficult. Finding peace and quiet to do it in, almost non existant. How do I take care of every day things- and create, not just create, but create “well” in the midst of it?
This is my challenge.
Like having my soul saved I want to understand RSS- It sounds good but is it just another heresy?
it needs to be a great book-
I can maintain enough for a great short story
a great poem
great title
great sentence- but a whole great book???
