Thursday, December 11, 2014

In Seven Years

a poem dedicated to my Mom who died on December 12, 2013

In seven years
all cells renew
In seven years
I’ll be made new

My newborn skin
Will not recall
The touch of you
I'll lose it all

But memories
Aren't in a cell
It's with my soul
That I rebel

My heart does mourn
My loss of you
As I become
Bodily new

(I miss you, Mom)

Monday, September 8, 2014

Scheduling Time to Write

A dear friend of mine advised that I should treat my writing like a job since that's what I want it to be. (Dress for the life you want? Something like that....) This is EXCELLENT advice! Unfortunately, I suck at taking it. Part of the problem is that one of my paying jobs doesn't have a set schedule so it's difficult to set aside time for my non-paying job. Difficult, but not impossible. Since I rarely have evening visits on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'm setting aside those times for my writings. I am also taking Sunday off (what's this? An entire day off? Well... sort of.) as long as I don't have a house-sittings.

I'm running an Open Mic the last Thursday of the month (or second to last for Holiday Months) at the Clarendon Hills Library.

I started a new fiction blog which my fictional character Lyra updates weekly. (So far, I've stuck with that one faithfully!)
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