Where the hell have I been? GroupGrok.com, where I blog with some fabulous writing friends, and my own StillWingingIt.com are like sleeping crickets at the moment. It seems I can’t even be bothered to rub my own legs together and generate a line or two of music.
See, it’s busy times elsewhere in my life. Despite my quiet demeanor, it seems I am more like my five year old than a handshake and a quick conversation would lead you to believe. I am a woman of enthusiams. My current enthusiams along with a half-dozen unbreakable commitments, such as work, … Read more Read more
Today I spent a few hours at the Haymarket Cafe getting my writing head back on. After a few weeks of obsessive self-training on podcasting essentials, I’ve finally reached a place where I can relax for a moment and get back to my current writing project, The Rampant. I’ve been writing, of course. But there’s been too little mental space and the results have been disjointed. Now, in the basement cave that is the Haymarket’s dining area, I’ve left all that fretting in some other section of the catacombs.
The Haymarket is just one of my many writing haunts. For … Read more Read more
So after two hours and far too much discomfort, I’m halfway through with the inking of my new tattoo. Of course, it’s taking longer than I expected and of course this first session involved a lot more pain than I envisioned before I lay down on that damn massage table.
The status right now? The outline is complete, but it’s going to take another two hours to get all those colors under my skin. Still, even partway done, the results are a little unexpected. In some ways the change is great and in other ways it’s disconcertingly different from what … Read more Read more