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Thursday, April 26, 2007

Action Is Everything

The cat story is started. Two full pages are resting on my hard drive after a full day of writing yesterday. Thinking is not doing. This morning I felt the great need to earn more money. In February, I corresponded by e-mail with an advisor from a local college about entering a physical therapist's... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Procrastination

My goal this week is to finish a short story about a cat. Since setting that goal I have vacuumed the house; paid the bills; talked on the phone; done all the laundry; sprayed for bugs; swept out part of the garage; straightened the books on the bookshelves; printed labels for files in our office;... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

The Other Woman

It feels so much easier to write about my life from the third person as if there were another woman living it. The psychologists might call this disassociation - the point where I split me from me and leave the present to view it from a safe distance without actually participating. If there is... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Struggling with My Muse

I'm struggling with my muse this morning. I'm pinning her down. She's writhing around in her filmy white gown, screaming obscenities at me. Her face is red with effort as she tries to toss me off of her belly. But I have her! I'm on top of her with my hands around her throat trying to force her to... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

What If There Is No Drama

What if there is no drama or darkness in my day? Would you read what I write? What if my writing was filled with the pictures of slow moving days on the farm? Is that too boring? What if I told you that I have a grandson with dark brown eyelashes so long that they touch his upper eyelid and that... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

I Found Part of Me

I found part of me on myspace.com. There it was in writing. After all the angst over searching through the darkness in my heart and the recesses of my mind to discover my writing voice, I went to myspace.com and read some of my old blogs. Our family is spread out all over the world. We communicate... Sign in to see full entry.

It' Dark In Here

It's dark in here in my mind. I've been lost for days. I am not comfortable in my own skin. It feels too tight or too loose. Poor skinny blue jeans squeezed over too large hips with bulging flesh hanging over the sides. A little girl dressed up in her mother's clothes. The hat falling over her eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Too Many Books

Maybe I've read too many books and have too many voices in my head to continue to write. I keep trying to find my own voice but it always sounds like a voice over where the sound doesn't quite match the moving lips! Shall I write about the humorous events of my life? Shall I write about the deeper... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

The Ball

The Cameo Ball was at the local country club. Tulle was draped from the ceiling and laced with tiny white lights. A photographer was stationed at the front of the dance floor taking complimentary pictures of all the pretty people. Everyone was dressed in their evening best. The women toddled around... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

The Ball

We're going to a ball Saturday night. My husband is wearing his tuxedo. It's a ball. He wears a tux. It's a ball and I panic in spite of the three black cocktail dresses and two pairs of shoes that haven't been worn in my closet. My toes are painted red. A friend put my hair up in hot rollers. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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