Friday night I wrote

So, there were distractions this week.  A meeting with HR and my boss ( turned out fine, unforeseen salary raise, yay ); a doctor’s appointment in the middle of Wednesday; turns out Bachelor Ben is in love with two girls ( OMG, heresy!  how could this happen, luvyameanit Benzy )…plenty to distract a girl from writing her pages.

I had no plans Friday night.

Sure, I could have called a friend, hit the mall, visited relatives, taken my dog for a walk.  But that bothersome itch was in my subconscious all week as the days piled up and no writing had been done.

So, I have a system.  If I write first thing in the morning, without getting out of bed, the words flow.  My dream state simply carries me away.

Night time is another story.  I meditated, said my prayers to the Great Muse in the Sky, affirmed life is spectacular, asked for help and guidance from my guardian angels…and then I propped up my laptop on my knees and wrote.

I’ll look back and fix any typos I missed, any word choice that’s awkward…but that’s not the point.  What matters is I wrote.  And it got the juice flowing as ideas bombarded me for another story on the back burner right now.

All that matters…Friday night I wrote.


If I were friends with Oprah

If I were friends with Oprah, I’d take her to the best hiking trails I know in Texas and California.  We’d bring my dog and maybe one of hers as well.  I’d bring a big floppy hat for her to wear plus oversize sunglasses so we could commune without interruption from her fans.  I’d tell her about my fave new age books ( the ones she doesn’t already know about ) and my fave chick lit and YA books.  We have lots in common as we both love nature and books and dogs and new age spirituality.  I’d share my best dieting secrets ( not that she needs to change, just if she’s interested ) and we’d discuss whether there is any possibility at all that mermaids are real.  Some where along the way, I’d thank her for her shows , which truly have changed my life for the better.  We’d end our hikes with takeout Mexican food and margarita’s.  That’s what I would wish for if I were friends with Oprah.

Anonymously brave

Witness Protection

Definitely anonymity has been cover for my best adventures.  I can be weird, silly, awkward on my own time, in my own space, without anyone placing expectations or judgments that last beyond the event.  Is that a sad commentary upon the relationships I have with friends and family – perhaps.  Or is it a wise practice to stretch beyond how my current tribes see me?  Maybe so.