I have read three books in the last 17 days.

I had begun to notice that I'd not been reading much in the last year -- but particularly in those three patches of last year that were consumed with rehearsal and performance ( Read more... )

Excuse me, I can't write anything after this first sentence until I untangle the necklace from my hair.

Ah.

The problem with this necklace is that I love it too much. Whenever I put it on, I leave it on for weeks. I sleep in it. It gets caught. On everything.

My friend Stephanie Shaw brought it back to my from London. From a particular part of ( Read more... )

My flight was just two and a half hours from Boston to Chicago, and it was all very easy. I almost feel guilty saying that. Okay, easy, but there was turbulence. Except I like turbulence ( Read more... )

The problem with a pegasus pinwheel is that the wheel is the wings, right? Except, unlike wings, the wheel goes ALL THE WAY AROUND!

And the whole point of a pegasus is that you should be able to get on its back and ride it around and slay chimeras and stuff. But you can't do that if there's a great big RAINBOW WING WHEEL where your awesome PEGASUS ( Read more... )

968 words today. Is that good? Bad? How long have I been working? A few hours. Ugh ( Read more... )

well, hell. it was all just fine all day long, okay so maybe i cried at the merwin poem this morning and maybe later at the very end of the george harrison documentary, living in the material world, i cried again, but mostly that was just a few tears, you know, because art is art and music is music and icons are icons and all things being equal, i ( Read more... )

Well. Here I am on a Tuesday morning, abed. I am in my father's house ( Read more... )

STATE OF SHADOWSTALKERS ( Read more... )

Writers needing a kick in the pants, go read pattytempleton's blogpostIt was so motivating, but I can't do anything about it because, sigh, I AM AT WORK. Tonight I promised the Girl Detective I would clean the guest bathroom, for she has a craft/art show tomorrow at her house and, understandably, would appreciate a sweet-smelling and sanitary euphemism ( Read more... )

What did I want to say?

Oh, yes. I had FULLY CHARGED dreams last night. For which I blame the concert. I wrote to my friend:

"...also I dreamed about you last night. The kind of dream that woke me up a bare minute before my alarm clock went off, and for the first five minutes of bewildered wakefulness, I could only think of you in pronouns. ( Read more... )