Every Monday morning for the last eight weeks, eight to 10 of us gathered from nine to noon at the Bibliotheque North Hatley Library to write.
Expertly led Carolyn Rowell, who came to the workshops equipped with all kinds of interesting exercises, prompts, thoughts, and ideas to challenge us, we put pens to paper (or fingers to keyboard), then shared the fruits of our labour between ourselves.
I also shared some of my output here (e.g. The Lost and Found, See Me?, Life is Breathtaking, An Endless Prayer, Oh Mom!, Life Breaks My Heart and more in the “Writing”category in the drop down at the bottom left of the page if you’re on the site, if not then skiddadle on over there!)
It’s no secret that, besides this soon-to-be-amazing personal blog, I also run an already amazing (she writes none-too-modestly) website not surprisingly called AmazingWomenRock.com, which has, over the last five years, become my own fabulously random work of multimedia performance art as well as an online oasis of inspiration for women and men who love women (she shares even more modestly).
(Phew! Shorter sentences please Susan.)
ANYWAY, just for fun it (and because I don’t have the time or inclination right now to pen, or more accurately to type, something deep and meaningful, and also there may soon be enough deep and meaningful shit on this blog for us all to wade through or drown in, in which case, bring wine please, or not, in which case, again, bring wine; in fact, bring wine in any and all cases: a case of it should do nicely), I thought this list of 10 Cool Lists of 10 Cool Things to Love, drawn from the pages of AmazingWomenRock.com, would, you know, tide us over for the moment, before the flood, the onslaught, the TSUNAMI of blog posts I may, just MAY, one day get a round to writing/typing, which reminds me, the next one will be about that very thing – getting around to it. Or at least that’s the plan. At the moment. Until it changes. (<= Sentences like this one are good. Ones like the first one, not so much.)
In the meantime, whaddaya’ think of these?
- 10 Affirmations to Kickstart Yourself (See “around to it” above)
- 10 Rules For Amazing & Brilliant Women (See AmazingWomenRock.com)
- 10 Obscure Facts About Orgasm (See below the belt)
- 10 Lessons to Learn From A Dog’s Life (File under love, love, love)
- 10 Things Teachers Make (by Taylor Mali) (Awesome slam)
- 10 Top Tips for Living in Love (Useful)
- 10 Gems From Making My Facial Into a Fellini Movie (See “Susan is quirky.” Okay, Susan is a case. See above.)
- 10 Rules To Live By Every Single Day (Break some rules, but not these ones…)
- 10 Life Lessons I Learned From Being a Biker (Guest blog post from a biker babe friend)
- 10 Ways To Be A Good Wife (in 1954) (Whoa!)
Th th th th th that’s all for now folks!
- 10 Great Ways to Get Noticed as a Blogger (lesleycarter.wordpress.com)
- 10 tips to increase your blog post shares (b2bsocialmediaguide.com)
- My Top 10 List (booksandbagsandcoffee.wordpress.com)
- Top 10 Favorite Blogs (mokyandmarisa.wordpress.com)
- 10 Top Things Writers Love to Hear
- 10 Things I Loved About @TEDGlobal Day 1
- 10 Notes in an Ode to Joy
- Susan’s 10-Day Undiet
- The Lost and Found
I’m writing a play. A book. A blog post. A dozen blog posts. Articles and particles, bits and pieces, nuts and bolts.
A lifetime. I’m writing a lifetime.
I’m writing a lifetime in which the main character is invisible. Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed. She barely exists in her own story. Or so it would seem. At times. Continue reading
This is part of an endless series of posts about my experience of Alzheimer’s disease. Some others are: I see you and me. And love. Loving Words at Sunset, Life Breaks My Heart, The Lost and Found, and See me?
An Endless Prayer
She has fat little fingers now.
Her precious rings don’t fit them anymore.
At night, she counts her rosary:
one bead after another after another after another.
In the day, she sits and strokes the tops of her legs:
up and down up and down up and down.
Her hands, the days and the nights:
soft, gentle tides going in and out in and out in and out on a desert island.
I wonder what she feels as she comforts herself and gazes,
mindless, into the near and far.
She turns to look at me.
“Hi Punkie, I’m so glad you came to see me,” she says.
My heart is in a million pieces.
I wrote this poem in this morning’s writing group. The prompt was “Five easy pieces,” a quick warm-up exercise in which we were asked to write five discrete sentences thus:
- describe someone’s hands
- say what they are doing
- add an exotic location
- ask the subject a question
- have them partially answer the question
Tweak if necessary when done and voila!
According to a happiness test I once took, I score highly on the “happiness scale.”
But I don’t often feel happiness. Rather, I frequently feel joy, which for me is a different and deeper emotion, and which can be evoked by the simplest everyday things.
There are countless notes in my continuing ode to joy; here are 10 of them: Continue reading
Adventurer and journalist Elizabeth Jane Cochrane (born May 5, 1864, and better known by her pen name Nellie Bly), even faked craziness in the late 1800s to get herself admitted to an insane asylum to research a story on mental institutions.
She broke all kinds of journalistic barriers back then, just by being a woman. Unbelievably, women journalists still face gender-related obstacles more than a hundred years later. But this post isn’t about that. Continue reading