Showing posts from October, 2012

Steal Like an Artist

The older I get, the more introspective and introverted I become. Tonight is no exception. The last few weeks have been taxing on my mind, body, and spirit, so I retreat from the world,escape to the comforts of home, don my favorite flannel pajamas, curl up under the covers with a mitten kitten, disconnect from the virtual world for awhile, and read a few books cover to cover. My goal is to read 100 books in 2012. I'm in the 50-something range, which is still more than in past reading challenges, but the year is winding down.

While I was waiting to pick up Steve, I sauntered into the public 'bary and picked up a book entitled Steal Like an Artist: 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative by Austin Kleon. The title piqued my interest, as my professor in my D511 Magazine Writing and Editing has been advising us to steal the words of writers shamelessly for the writer's toolbox. (There's a difference, mind you, between stealing ideas and plagiarism.) With plagiari…

A Dress A Day

This book evolved from a blog called A Dress A Day. Marisa Lynch took a bad situation (she was downsized from her job) and turned it into a blog and a book. I also like the fact that all of her clothes are recycled and made into fresh new designs. I would like to try out some of her designs. I do like the fact that adhesives and glue can be used in lieu of the sewing machine. (I always had trouble threading the bobbin!)

I highly recommend this book, and I am happy for Marisa and her continued success!

Ryan: A Tribute

October 16, 2012
My heart aches today. One of my dear friends lost her brother today. His name was Ryan. He was my friend’s younger brother. Although he was only thirty-one years young, I suspected that he was an old proverbial soul who had a lot of wisdom.

September 28, 2012
Steve and I met Ryan at our friend’s rehearsal dinner. Ryan was an ordained minister, and Ryan was unique. When Steve and I attended the rehearsal dinner at a restaurant called Cheddar’s, we stood in front of the future bride and groom’s booth for just a moment. We were then guided to the booth behind them. I scooted in the booth next to a quiet, slight, tall man with reddish-brown hair and a long reddish-brown beard to match, and light-colored eyes that sparkled with both introspection and mischief.
Ryan intently read the messages on his phone, and soon after I realized that Ryan was not being aloof, but was checking his messages because he was working—Ryan worked as a radio personality on 103.9 WRBR. His r…

Butterflies in Autumn

My mind is swirling and butterflies are twirling in a nonsensical fashion in the pit of my stomach. So I grabbed my digital camera and Ipod and ventured out in the neighorhood to capture nature on a balmy, rainy, autumn day, exercise, relax, and train the butterflies to flutter in a circular, or at least in a more orderly fashion, so I can accomplish my tasks for tomorrow. Now that I exercised and managed the butterflies a little better, I need to tame the swirling mind. Gotta love ADD. (ADD keeps my creativity going, so there are benefits. I keep reminding myself that on days like this.) So, Steve assisted me and wrote down a list of thoughts that are spinning (much like the butterflies) in my head. And now that I am armed with a list, I will practice what I preach to my students: freewrite to clear the mind clutter. So this is what I am doing. I am clearing the mind clutter. Yay for writing. Now I am just waiting for the mind and the stomach to at least flutter in synchronicity.

Writing and Freerice

It seems that I have been writing everywhere except for here. I’m over 41,000 words into my novel, teaching four English courses at two different colleges (I’m crazy, I know), and taking an editing and writing class. It’s been an immersion of words; I’m enjoying living the writerly life.

In my literature, reading, and writing courses, something that I do in every class is play It’s a non-profit website published by the World Food Programme. I learned about this website at a conference. Basically, there are multiple choice questions in different subject categories. (We usually choose English and vocabulary.) A word comes up on the screen and people yell out the answer. For every correct answer, a little grain of virtual rice (ten grains) appears in a virtual wooden bowl. After 100 grains, a little rice ball appears on the right hand side. After 1000 grains, a larger rice bowl appears on the right hand side. We play up to 1000 grains in my associate level courses; we vent…

Java Turns Fourteen

I glance over at Java, who is sleeping on the grey living room couch with her tail curled over her face, and I realize that it is October. Java was born fourteen years ago in October, and to our surprise, she is still with us. Java has experienced a few illnesses in her feline life, including an abscessed fang, arthritis,and kidney disease. But with changed food (organic), meds for pain management, and unconditional love from both humans and felines, Java continues to thrive.  I must add, though, that Java's resilience is why she still currently resides on the couch beside me, sleeping deeply with her grey tail still covering the top of her grey nose, with her quiet strength and will to carry on.