Just start. Thursday.

So enough about what to do. I figured I’d treat it the same way I do when I’m standing in the middle of a room that needs cleaning.

Just start somewhere.  So here I am on Thursday.  I’ve got a book someone gave me of writing exercises.  I have decided this is as good a place as any.

Today’s assignment: “KEEP YOUR HAND MOVING! When you sit down to write, don’t stop.  Why? Because most of the time we mix up the editor and the creator.  If you keep your creator (hand) moving, there is little room for the editor (brain) to jump in.  Write for ten minutes.”

Ok here we go…

Gotta love Glen

New album by Glen.  I dig it.  Since I’m going to be writing, glad to have some new tunes.

It’s always fun to find a new band to listen to :)

Found these guys via another blogger, thanks Brian.

Stuck in a Scratch-Wednesday

I am definitely going through a dark period.  It came upon me suddenly after watching my grandmother who was supposedly cancer free a month ago, be diagnosed with a brain tumor and die within two weeks.  I watched her wither away, lose her ability to walk, ability to move, and eventually her ability to swallow and speak.  All the while studying me with her eyes, pleading with me to help her it seemed, and well, it was quite awful.  She knew who I was until the end.  However, here was a woman who’d become a confidant to me, a source of wisdom, my strength, and every time I’d say, “I love you Nana, everything is ok…”, the only thing she could do in her last days was nod her head and squeeze my hand while a tear ran down her cheek.  I’ve never watched someone die before.

(Sigh) So here I am.  In a place I recognize, in a place I’ve talked about, written about, etc.  Saying I couldn’t write unless I was in a dark phase, and well, now it’s here.  Only this time, I really shouldn’t fight it.

Death and Reflection

So I’m sitting here alone

waiting to go to the viewing to see my Nana

and I can’t decide which black dress I should wear

and there’s no one here to help me decide…

Prisoner

The light and casual feeling
ended as soon as
the conversation
turned from the
beauty of the New Moon
to
many Moons.

Jupiter has 63 Moons.
Earth has but one.

Out of all of us,
there is only one Star-
the Sun.
Our Yellow Giant.

train

the train sounds its steam trumpet
outside my window
each night, same time

his warning, his approach,
one short, one long whistle

he crosses my path

which makes me wonder about trains
where each one goes
if they are all connected like the people who ride them
plus or minus six degrees of separation