My apartment is down to nearly empty. There are two pieces of furniture left, which are disposable, and closets that contain approximately two suitcases of contents.
Few things provide more comfort to a gypsy. I take pride in being able to collect everything I have, in under 15 minutes – and bounce. And while I have seven months until this will likely occur, I’m someone who likes to be prepared. Continue reading
It has been a quiet week. I’ve been internal, I chanted a bit. I’ve been spending as much time as I can in the sun before winter sneaks up on me.
I also had the great pleasure of my phone breaking, completely. This means all contacts were lost, photos probably got erased. Of course I don’t back anything up on my phone. I’ll back my writing up, to a certain degree – but my phone?
That’s too much work. Continue reading
Happy after Halloween morning!
Last night naturally did not disappoint, we were up down and everywhere in swirls of costumes decorating the streets of the city. It felt good to feel good… to be out and about and happy.
I haven’t really stopped thinking about my experience on Friday or how it’s literally changed how I had been feeling as of late. All I feel like doing is working on my book. It’s amazing to see work come to completion. For me though, finishing a piece just makes me excited about what’s coming next. Continue reading
Happy Halloween everyone! Some of you already know, today is my day. My birthday is the only day I like better than Halloween.
My day started with spiral glasses, bunny ears, dressing the puppies like a shark and piggles – and hitting the street.
This all occurred prior to 8am… Continue reading
Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I’ve seen (and written about) a lot going down.
I’ve also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they’ve been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place.
That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me, as a Writer and as a human creature in general. Continue reading