First, The Beginning
I broke my foot, thank God.
If it weren't for the broken foot, I wouldn't be sitting here, at my computer, writing the opening stanza in a blog. I wouldn't have completed twenty poems.
I wouldn't have had words and worlds falling from my fingertips into my novel, filling it up like
the malnourished, hungry thing it was. Full time work, marriage, children and one heinous math class equaled a novel left in the crib, sucking it's proverbial thumb, waiting to be picked up.
So I did, and ' Agitate My Heart ', my second novel, is coming along beautifully, half way finished and flourishing.
After I broke my foot, I set up a routine- take kids to school, pick up iced coffee, feed dogs and cat and kittens, and set up in the sunroom at my computer, writing.
And as Norman Mailer says in his book, " The Spooky Art " , the routine indicated to my brain that at a certain time every day, I was going to write, and apparently, if you sit it, the words will come. Sit on it, Potsie.
I am a prolific writer of poems, whereas the novel comes along at a slow pace, with constant editing.
Then, the Middle
What Will Be Posted?
- book reviews
- various rants
- links to other far off places
- dispatches from parenthood
- recommendations for books, movies, art
and of course, notes on the writing life, and all it encompasses.
Interlude for Lists
We have one cat, Kagome, and three kittens: Hermione, Harry and Hagrid.
Yes, we love Harry Potter here.
Two Dogs: Bodie Muchachas and Wolfgang Mozart.
Children: Lola Moon, Dakota Wolf and Ian Oliver.
Ambitions: Published poet and novelist, quit my day job, travel extensively, love well, help children in any way possible, conquer fear, cultivate a flourishing garden, swim naked in the ocean again, touch a dolphin, own horses, live on a farm, raise a puppy, watch my children grow, write as a journalist, experience joy, be of good use.
' i am tired. i am true of heart. you are tired. you are true of heart.'