I was so exhausted last night that I fell asleep on the couch. I was hoping to get some time in on my superstition story; or get back to working on 'The Mirror'; or do some free writing on dad's story. The latter is one where I have no idea what the story will be…
I've been doing 'morning pages' every day, according to The Artist's Way. It's a little difficult, actually. Not the actual writing, but the self-analysis. I've discovered that I regret that path I've chosen in terms of what I want to do with my life. For whatever reasons, I've put up barriers that have steered me…
Chris emailed me Tuesday from work and told me to be ready by 9 to go out to dinner. We feasted on shrimp and Bacardi Silver at Red Lobster. The waitress overheard me begging Chris not to tell them it was my birthday (I hate those all-employee birthday sing-a-longs!), and quietly brought me a caramel-covered…
Every once in a while, a moment occurs when the uncertainty suddenly lifts and life makes sense. Moments when that once-muddled path becomes clear and everything clicks within your brain. Webpage after webpage I've been searching for inspiration. And I finally found it. After hours of reading so many words that could have come from…