Blogwarming Aftermath (wait, I have to do math? with this hangover?)

Thanks to all who stopped by the blogwarming yesterday (and a few stragglers today, haha). Let’s do it again sometime. We can hold the party at different blogs and keep the fiesta going. DOOR PRIZE goes to Art Predator! And it wasn’t even for most comments, although she won there, too. I wrote everyone’s names on a piece of paper and drew one. The PRIZE is a copy of Brezny’s Pronoia, which is oddly on AP’s reading list for February. How’s that for synchronicity?! The poem never got finished… and for some reason whisky became the drink of...

Screenplay: the exorcism (i)

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. ~Kahlil Gibran I turned 40 last year and decided it was time to get my poop in a group. Pull it out, as they say in Australia. I had allowed my life to get kidnapped by work that wasn’t serving my passion and purpose. It was depleting my energy and spirit. I desperately needed to get back to my creative writing and the daily habit of it… I had to extract myself from my 7 days-per-week job. But then what? I hadn’t written anything new in a year (other than a few poems). I was frozen. I thought I had forgotten how to start something new or edit...

Weekend Writing Workout – Trashing the Precious

I recently quit my 24/7 job so I could focus on my writing and create more balance in my life. Today I am cleaning and packing, contemplating what to trash, recycle, give away… Baby and I are renovating the lower portion of our home and moving downstairs. We’ve been living upstairs with a friend for over a year in a house we all bought together. Right now it is snowing and the power is out so baby doesn’t electrocute himself while untangling some wires downstairs. I’m cleaning the upstairs bathroom by candlelight. I only want to take downstairs what we need and/or want to bring into our new sacred space. We are creating a home, a place for us to work and play. I told Baby it would be our Zen Den of Love. In the theme of letting go of the...