Weekly Wrap Up! 2-5-21

It feels special to make it all the way to the end of the week with minimal hiccups! I am grateful! I was present and deliberate this week. I like that I can acknowledge that.

(Image by Amador Loureiro (Unsplash) Desktop calendar with uplifting message that reads: “Life is short. Do stuff that matters.” )

I did have to let a few folks know I wasn’t the one to mess with, play with, or involve in their pettiness! That felt good too. I got a rush! LOL! Don’t start nun, won’t be nun, okay.

Writing is coming in spurts. I did start a new piece Monday and reviewed a draft for a writing buddy. #Community #AmWriting

Good snacks were within reach all week. Tasty-good, mostly; some healthy-good. I hit my water goals too! 🍟

The Nerd/mail junky in me got excited every time my phone pinged with an email. It was me, y’all. I sent myself several email reminders throughout the week! 🙂

I got to bed early 3 nights this week. I know that made a difference. Sleep is my friend! Halleloo! 🛌

Galleys for This is Not About Love are on the way! #BLFPress #PoetryCollection #Yaaas

Oof! Google photos got me with a memory from a couple years ago. A picture of me in the sun smiling, flirting with the camera. It held my attention because I recognized in the photo I was falling in love then. The glow, the smile, the light in my eyes. I was radiant. It dawned on me I haven’t seen that woman in a while. I think I will again though. ❤

Issue 2 of my lit journal Inkwell Black came out this week to great success. Check it out here.

I hope you’ve had a good week as well. Enjoy your weekend. Do something you enjoy. Show yourself all the love.

February! This is the New(ish) Year!

Hey hey Wordsmiths
I used January as a test run of sorts. I wasn’t sure about anything coming into 2021. But I’m here rocking it and doing the best I can. I’m ready to start the year for real for real now.

February has good stuff in store. First off Happy Black History Month! Your Black is beautiful, worthy, and so loved! Know that! Believe it! Remind yourself as often as you need to. You are LOVED 🥰
And speaking of love can you feel it crackling all around? I can! Valentine’s Day especially is going to be different this year for many reasons. Hopefully you’re being careful and not gathering in swarms but still manage to get the affection you need. I am channeling all the LOVE my way! Friendship love, writing community love, and yes, romantic love too. Shoot, I need my ankles massaged like the next woman ☺️ lol

I’ve got lots of projects in the works this year to both use my creativity and to keep from spiraling. I’m going to keep things up-to-date so we all know what’s going on!

Here’s to the newish year and all things joy (cos we absolutely deserve joy)! Stay warm and healthy and be kind to yourselves.

Let’s Try Something New

In September I saw a CFS from Dust Poetry Magazine for chairs, photos of empty chairs, and a voice in me said, yes, send them something, do it, send something in. I don’t know if it is the current state of the world, but my inner me is becoming my outter me and I gotta tell ya it is really working out. I’ve submitted more stand -alone pieces this year than I ever have. Some have been received well and some have been thoroughly rejected.

I feel like I have nothing to lose at this point and everything to gain.

Photo by Danielle MacInnes (Unsplash 2017)

It can be that way for you too. I encourage you to do that thing you want to do. Do it now. Don’t wait! It might turn out or it might not. Thats ok. You’ll still learn something and have an experience.

As far as the submission went: It turned out, y’all!! My photo was including in a cool gallery of chairs! Check out the link and, I don’t know, look at my chair! Dust Poetry Mag Gallery

National Poetry Month Day 14

I was just talking to a friend about our reactions to the stress of quarantine/Covid-19. Our bodies are trying to understand. Our minds are trying to adapt and cope. We are doing the best we can. Today’s poem is inspired by that.

Nothing New

Nothing new in or out. We are somewhat stale. Aware but hardly capable of moving too far ahead now. Take two steps forward, five at most. Then rest. It seems like hardly anything. But our orbits have collapsed. We are still vast but matter gathers around our ankles and blocks our various paths. Take two steps, five at most. Survey what there is in front of you or go back. Step back into familiar space for a rest.

The landscape ahead will indeed have changed by the time you’re ready for the next lurch forward. But that was always the possibility.

We are all seriously doing the best we can. And this, to so many, is nothing new. Sending love and light to each and every one of you. Be well and take whatever time/rest you need.

National Poetry Month Day 4 – A List Poem: Things I need more of

A week or so ago I watched Rupi Kaur’s Instagram live poetry workshop. She did a list poem that I thought was pretty nifty. It was called A List of Things to Share w/the World. I wrote my list that day and loved it. I thought I would do one today for day 4 of National Poetry Month. The title is part of the poem.

A List of Things I Need More of

Laughter
Sunshine
Sweetness
Dance music
Stability
Quiet
Encouragement
Strong coffee, a stiff drink
Hugs/touch

Kisses on my face

This was just a quick poem off the dome this morning. I like it. It’s real and not too complicated. Thanks for reading!

I Do What I Have To Do

I’m consuming a lot of media that is purely for no other purpose than to make me laugh or smile. I’m talking cat videos, puppy pics, cute animals, and other silly stuff that just makes me happy. I think I’m following about thirty pugs on Instagram (check out Chico Maru Pug, he’s an all white pug with a sweet face). I have no shame about it either. Because in these times, in these scary, unstable times I don’t want to feel as bad as  reality would dictate. For all the violent and negative things online and in life that can’t be avoided I have to have those feel good moments where I can get to a laugh ASAP. It takes up a little time to scroll through the feeds, but it sure does help me get through some of these hard days.

I’m also reading, reaching out to folks, and catching up on TV. (I’m so over Scandal, but I can’t not watch it.) I’m getting out of the house more and breathing. I know that last bit sounds strange, but have you ever just listened to your breath? Do it. Listen to your parts, check in with yourself. Is everything feeling like it should?

I made myself a  letter box that I fill with kind words and uplifting messages. When I feel myself getting too low to function or social media isn’t having the desired outcome I reach inside the box and pull out a letter.

What are you doing to keep on keeping-on? One friend of mine doesn’t look at any social media after nine o’clock at night. Another friend has upped her meditation practices. I would love to know what gets you through a hard day. Leave a comment below.

Check out this cool cow that thinks it’s a doggy:

 

 

 

What Books Make the Writer?

Did you ever read Bridge to Terabithia or Tuck Everlasting? What about The Phantom Tollbooth? Any of the Ramona Quimby books?

I did. I remember reading all of those books. While some of the details of what goes on in those stories are hazy, I remember how they made me feel. Adventurous, brave, curious. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to “do that”, create worlds and stories that readers just didn’t want to put down.

It’s funny. All I’ve ever wanted to do is write and I’ve managed to do so in some way for a while now.  I’ve been lucky, besides the time I got caught writing on the living room wall with a red lipstick, that my love of reading and writing has been praised and encouraged.

I know that I write because I truly enjoy it. I feel the most like myself when I’m actively putting words down to figure out what’s happening or could happen in a story. Writing is also therapeutic and healing to me.

But when did this love turn into the thing that I must do? When did it get serious for me? Was it gradually or all at once?

Recently the Lit Hub article The Books That Made Your Favorite Writers Want to Write came across my Facebook timeline. Writers like Sherman Alexie and Zadie Smith know the exact book that made them want to be writers. How cool is that? Something locked into place for them and they knew or decided that they wanted to “do that” too.

The last few days I’ve been wondering which book(s) made me want to write. Was it Ramona Quimby, Age 8? Onion John? Maybe a short story from the anthologies I read in high school. An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, maybe? Was it poetry in college? Nikki Giovanni’s Ego-Tripping, perhaps?

At this point it would be nice to know what tipped the scales for me, but I don’t think it really matters.

I’m writing. I am a writer.