This Artist's Way
When I am not blogging, I am thinking about blogging. I finally got to the understanding that I do not have to be in front of my MacBook to blog. I have truly become mobile and created this post on the train going to work. I think I was sedentary about blog posts. I cannot look at the blogs I follow on the train, but at least I can post something new. The saddest thing in the world I think is to look at a blog and see nothing new has been written for a long time--even my own.
When I am not blogging, I am thinking about blogging. I finally got to the understanding that I do not have to be in front of my MacBook to blog. I have truly become mobile and created this post on the train going to work. I think I was sedentary about blog posts. I cannot look at the blogs I follow on the train, but at least I can post something new. The saddest thing in the world I think is to look at a blog and see nothing new has been written for a long time--even my own.
I have been busy in my non blogger existence and happily so! I have been very happy lately--I never question happiness. I finally embarked upon several writing endeavors, and people around me are happy. I am one of the most beautiful writers in theory. I do my morning pages every morning-- the only thing that I liked about The Artist's Way or I should say that I took away from it. I think I did not feel as challenged creatively as the audience that it was intended for, or maybe that was the way I felt about it. I write poems, fragments of stories, blog, but there is nothing really to show for my effort except smatterings here and there. Oh, and my delightful talent for trying to make writers out of people who never desired to be writers. One man I know is one of the most perceptive people I know, every time I talk to him he shows me something I have not seen before or gives me some thought I never had before. I asked him if he ever wanted to write and he asked me why would I ask him that--I am the designated writer in our rapport--I said because he is the most perceptive person I know and that is all a writer is. He said it is very different to get the words on paper. I think he can do it, I will keep nudging him...
What about me then? I think I have been doing it to some degree, but now I am trying to be more focused. A friend said to me that she could see me in Paris (where I want to go!) and that someone would take my picture because I would look so akin to the cafe atmosphere. If that picture is taken, my only hope would be that I am writing at the cafe with a latte on a very pretty stained doily...



