Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Writer

Ahem...

I have a new title. "Business Manager"; that's what I am. It sounds so officious. I could write up business cards, if i so desired. I really am tickled. This is another step on the path towards me.

I need to take this seriously, and indeed I am. My new office space is my promise to myself. My little corner of the living room is my way of saying that I "am" a writer. This is a valid path for me right now and I am okay with that. More than OK, I am truly ecstatic to be allowing myself to fill these shoes. I think a piece of me has always imagined that this could be a reality for me, but now I am letting it happen. I sit at my new desk every day. I have been typing and tapping into my laptop for a long time now, but it is finally coming together. It really is.

I still cannot claim much in the published world, but letting myself fill this space is a pretty special venture. For so long, I did not feel like I could truly validate my little attempts at creativity. I felt like I needed to stop and get on  with the business of real life, GET A REAL JOB! The world has given me several positive nods though and now I am at the point where I am willing to give myself that nod as well. 

So how is it that I define myself as a writer? Well, I plug away at my two books fairly often and finished tinkering with my poetry chapbook. Most of you will not see the chapbook, as it is just a compilation of poetry that I made for my book club, but it was a challenging and fun project for me. I think I can consider it testing ground for when my other books are ready for some unknown publisher's eyes, but I cannot wait to have my little creation in my hand just to say that I brought this little thing into existence.

While my plugging away at my unpaid labour is all very valiant, it does not pay the bills at present. That brings me back to my new title of Business Manager. It makes me smile just saying it. And it really is a real title too, although applied in a very friendly way. I manage all the admin details of a Blog Talk Radio show. A friend of mine interviews authors and I have now officially taken over all of the admin work for the show. It isn't glamorous, but it does bring some money in, which in turn allows me to stay home and plug away at my books. There are other social media projects that I handle for the same woman and again, they are not glamorous, but they buy groceries. 

So with the help of friends this evening, some shelves were hung and my new office space is coming on to complete. I popped an English language dictionary on the shelf and balanced it with a plant in the other corner. As is my wont, some rocks or crystals will be added, as well as some other books. I think my little corner is just beautiful though. It is my step in believing in me and the future. The future is in my hands. I write my story and today it is filled with heart.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Haiku

empty page sits
no words from a full heart
scribbled pages on floor

Monday, January 10, 2011

To Arnie

Arnie

1972 VW Kombi Van


January 8th, 1995 - April 13th, 1996

He served us well
and always came through
in times of need

·         left Cape Town Jan 15/95
·         filled up at 31 km
·         discovered gas leak, speedo stopped at 81 km
·         got bolt stuck in tire – R10 fix
·         lost starter motor between Durban and Swaziland (near False Bay)
o   later to discover that it was the ignition that was giving us grief all along
·         gashed hole in exhaust in Mozambique between Vilanculos and Beira (see “The Worst Road in Africa”)
o   muffler sealant applied later in Masvingo with little effect
·         various scratches from several game parks
·         some new rust from ocean-side  journeys (and a distinct lack of washing)
·         door slider started to go around Hwange (an up-front and personal account of the ramifications at “Happy Tourists”)
·         losing power on the way to Hwange; revving high, popping out of first gear
o   equated to tempers running high and popping for the occupants of Arnie as well
·         Survived it all!
·         chugged into Pietersburg
·         sold Arnie April 13th, 1996

That was our Arnie, just a little more faded and worn around the edges

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Winter in Canada

It’s January.
Snow at 9 AM;
Expected  5-10 cm of white stuff.
Not as much as last month, but still…
I  even shoveled the driveway.

At Costco
I saw a guy in shorts
WTF!

^^^

I don't get it.
We live in Canada.
It is cold here in the winter
Pretty much all the time!
whatever...
I think I will go see what Monkey Man
is up to on his Sunday 160 today.

Friday, January 7, 2011

for everything, there is a home

Early this fine morning
excitement wakened me
I still had need of coffee,
but planned renos were growing

dashing out the door
my kids dumped hence;
with aunty whence
we to the Ikea store.

We dallied in the bedroom
We doddled down the hall,
but in the office – stall…
For my new desk… there… consume!


$$$

Playing along at G-Man's Friday Flash 55.
I bought a new desk & am creating a new office space for me. Very exciting! Now I will have a work space all my own to plunk away at all my loverly posties. yippee!


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