Stand Tall
We aren’t even going to discuss how long it’s been since I wrote something – or the fact that I’ve started my last few posts with essentially that same phrase. Today, as I continue my quest to get back on track with my life, something hit me. I was in the ladies room, walking by the mirror and remembered that I’m trying to improve my posture – I’ve resumed morning yoga, and it truly makes a difference in how you carry yourself. So I rolled my shoulders and stood up straight
Not A Failure, A Delay
SO… Umm… (Awkward uncomfortable silence and shuffling of feet) If you’ve been journeying with me for a while, you know that I’ve been on a health/fitness quest. I lost 70 pounds (WOO HOO!)…and I’ve gained back 53 of them… (Pauses for a moment of silence for the loss of my loss…) OK, yes, there is some shame, some sadness, some depression associated with this. There is no question that I feel like I’ve failed…that I let myself down…that I did all that hard work and then blew
Creative Process
People often ask me where the ideas to write my creative musings—poems, short stories, novels—come from. They don’t tend to believe me when I tell them I have no idea. The fact of the matter is they just come, and in a lot of ways I am at their mercy. Take tonight for example. I had a VERY busy day at my day job, a playful afternoon with my boys, then an emotionally exhausting trip to the Arena Stage to see a great play (John Grisham’s A Time To Kill—not exactly fluff). I
Obsession vs Dedication
Where do you draw the very fine line between being dedicated to something you’re doing and being obsessed with it? As a writer, that line is razor thin. My writing is my art and my heart. It is what I feel in my soul that I must do. This is not an optional task for me, it is a critical part of who and what I am. But having just spent a weekend where my little ones were away for a few days and I was alone at home, I realized today I literally did NOTHING but write. Did I
