October 28, 2009

The Joy of Reading

Reading another person's work is so inspiring.  Whether it's a manuscript to be critiqued or a new-found book, I thrill at seeing a stack of pages.  And I never walk away empty.  Even if it's written by a novice writer, I always, ALWAYS learn something.

Now for my cup of coffee.  I've got some pages to read.

October 27, 2009

The One Thing

Remember the movie City Slickers?  There's a line in it where the old cowboy is giving the city slicker a piece of advice.  He tells him the secret to life is one thing.  But we have to figure out what that one thing is.

So I've decided that the secret of my future-artistic-life rests on one thing (for this month anyway)--the dishes.

I resolve to wash my dishes every day.

To load and reload.

To go to infinity and beyond!

October 26, 2009

Merging from a Caterpillar

Sometimes I dream of a clutter-free, vibrant-colored house. Clear of junk. But homey. Paint brushes standing in adorable little cans. A tiny laptop I can carry without twisting my spine out of place. Dainty decorated boxes full of luscious pictures/papers waiting to be cut and glued any way I wish onto thick journals. Pens from PenPlace neatly lined on my bookshelf. Flowers and vegetables blooming in the backyard without a single weed in sight. Comfy couches on the front porch sitting beside a flaming chiminea.

Doesn't it sound cozy?

I want it.

But, I'm the last person to attempt it. I'm the girl who withOUT kids had a messy house. Granted, I've come a long way--thank you Flylady. There are clear paths in all the rooms of the my house (except maybe the girl's bathroom) but at least I've improved.

Unfortunately I've hit a wall. My clean only goes so far and then it's done. I can't seem to get past the managing line to the zowie! line.

I've decided (upon the advice of a wonderful friend) to combine something I love (writing) with something I hate (cleaning). And I'm going to blog about my progress. Be it small or large. I'll work to release the artist within. I'll let her be free in my stories, my body, and my home.

So if you have any tips on how to get cobwebs permanently off ceiling fans, weeds out of a rock garden or any other juicy tidbits...please share!

October 8, 2009

Quote from Stargirl

"She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.” Leo