I am about ready to record my Moth Radio submission. Also about ready to mail my BB submission tomorrow morning. Feels. Like. I’m! Ploughing. Through. Serious goo. (Said using Captain Kirk cadence.) I’m not as swift as I used to be when it comes to submissions and writing/editing—but not-being-as-swift has taught me PATIENCE. (Said as though on extreme caffeine high.) PATIENCE with my writing is like fire: Good, heat, fire, good. (Tone obvious, no?)
And what else have you been up to, PB? You mean besides my husband emitting a horrifying, guttural yell at 6a.m. this morning because the cat peed on his arm? Ah. Well. That’s another blog. I will reveal here, however, that I attended Agape last Sunday morning with a friend and received an enormously powerful, blow-your-bra-off-ish, spiritual ingestion of positive affirmation regarding what the heck I’m doing in/with my writing life, the sort of spiritual injection I would have scoffed at back in my early 30′s–or 20′s, even–when I was learning how to be debilitatingly critical. I don’t have time to be critical anymore—at least, not to the debilitating degree. Too many important t h i n g s are occuring in my life that is the supreme adventure. T h i n g s (said in Alan Rickman’s voice when he’s playing Snape) I cannot ignore.
And with that, I depart my blog to record in the supreme quiet of the currently stalled conversion-adventure that is our simple garage.