It is a waste alright. I, too, have been begged to keep writing.
There is an analogy that Steven Covey likes to use. No, I don’t typically quote Steven Covey, but this is particularly apropos. You have a vase, three big rocks, and a bunch of pebbles. If you put all the pebbles in, and then [...]
Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category
Indeed it is
Posted in Depression, Growing up, Life, Motherhood, Writing on February 7, 2009 | 2 Comments »
How wasteful
Posted in Depression, Growing up, Life, Writing, tagged come back, creativity, Depression, economy, Life, returning, sorrow, writer's block, Writing on January 31, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I promise to write more. I hope my two other women will too. Let’s just get this shit out, even if no one reads it.
Lost Time
Posted in Growing up, Life, Writing, tagged career, Job, Life, Writing on December 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This past month has been lost time. Time spent reading the Twilight series, hanging on Alan’s couch, restless sleep, drinking beer and most of all revaluating the “big picture”. Who am I and what am I doing here kind of shit.
The 9-5 wasn’t working for me anyway. I’d scratch my head at the obvious questions [...]
About Love
Posted in Life, Love, Writing, tagged heart, Heartache, Love, movie, Stardust on August 31, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sometimes, OK no… Usually, lines in a movie or song or book are on my mind. Some people have the capacity to say it just right.
From Stardust (movie not book; although book was still better):
“You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen [...]
Transcontinental
Posted in Life, Writing, tagged introduction, Life, shelves, Writing on August 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Born in north Jersey, I spent a few years of my early childhood playing acrobats in the evenings with my father, dancing to Sesame street songs, and going to bed with pink curlers in my hair. I survived my adolescence in busy Los Angeles through shopping trips with my mother, my high school English teachers, [...]
