Saturday, December 27, 2008

Generosity

27Dec08 Saturday 1:48pm

I've been writing about and discovering what my 100 Demons are. Lynda Barry covers her demons in her comic book One Hundred Demons
One of my big ones has to do with generosity and other's perceptions of my generosity. It always interests me how we try so hard to change each other. "I think you should act this way," we say mostly through actions or finessing each other. I'm guilty of it myself. And well, one of my big ones is how certain people try to tell me that I'm not generous enough for their liking.

Being a woman, learning to say no is often a big priority on our to do list and that always falls in line with giving. We're raised to nurture and give and take a back seat to others in some way.

I've always thought of myself as being a generous person and I used to be that kind of generous where I would give more to others than I had for myself. But slowly and with time, I started to realize that giving the shirt off my back just left me freezing.

Why would anyone give the shirt off their back? It's ridiculous really. Okay, you don't have any clothes, you can wear my sweater but I'm keeping my jacket. Why is anyone else more important that you give them everything and you are left with nothing? It just doesn't make sense.

When we were kids, my step sisters and I all got allowances as most kids do. I got my allowance weekly and they got theirs monthly, since they didn't see their father everyday. Always, I shared my candies and whatever else I bought because I assumed that being the oldest of the girls that I was being given more money. Until that one day that the youngest told me that not only was her father giving her her allowance but my mother had slipped her 'extra' money. I learned that she actually had close to four times as much money than I had. That was way more than I had, I stopped sharing my candies. At some point the older of the two step sisters complained to her dad that she no longer wanted to come to our house anymore because, "Shelley isn't generous."

There was a big stink, words were exchanged, accusations were bandied about and finally I hit the parents with my knowledge of the girls receiving special treatment in a situation that I was constantly told was fair and even. Silence. I don't know what was said to the step sister but she started coming back again. No doubt they paid her more money than they had already previously been doing.

I find that today that I still come up against people who have way more than I have and then want me to give them what I have. Maybe I am selfish but I have never understood why I should give all that I have to someone who has so much.

The other day an acquaintance was scoping out the loot I received for Christmas from people I've done business with throughout the year. The acquaintance asked me if I was going to share with my loot with my co-workers and I said no. "You're not going to share any of that with your guys? So you're just going to bring that all home?" and he asked with that tonality of disapproval.
I had to laugh at the immediate judgement that hung in the air. I've told this person before when he attempted to get me to 'share' my lunch with him that I do not take care of people who don't need it.

It's a weird caretaking thing that mainly men attempt to push me into without taking into consideration that none of my purchases come easily. If I'm buying a lot of cherries in the summer then there is something that I'm doing without. I never have this and that, I have to choose between this or that and then I get enough to cover me and rarely any extras. I'm not the wife, mother or caretaker for anyone and I really don't have any extra to give especially when it comes to people whose pockets are overflowing with stuff. And I have to start saying that much like learning how to say no.

Generosity has to do with wanting to give, not being forced to give or coerced into giving. I don't have to share every single thing I have with every single fucking person in my life. I choose to feed squirrels and not pigeons. I see many people feeding the pigeons clearly they are taken care of without my bread. I choose to share with whomever I choose to share with. That doesn't make me generous or selfish, it makes me somebody who makes choices.

Oh well! First ranty blog entry in a long ass while on a New Moon no doubt. It bodes well for more articulate entries.

EY

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

So Many Things to Blog

25Nov08 Tuesday 10:07pm

I've been going through an interesting little relationship thing as of late. A male acquaintance has been sharing some of his relatiionship issues with me. And I've been offering some of my suggestions from the female perspective. It's interesting to know some of the questions that men have when in serious committed relationships. It's curious how men don't always know how to handle us and that we can be so oblivious to that fact. It has always felt to me that I have had so many questions about any boyfriend I've had specifically about his behaviour and I marvel at how men have similar types of questions about women and their behaviour. Interesting.

I've been working through many personal issues over the last few months. Got the part time job to deal with the money issues. Had the ergonomics specialist into my day job to offer suggestions to help me deal with the pain issue. I've written and thought about my staying issue with the full time job. Really it's my running away and leaving issue that I've been notorious for in years past. I realized over the last year or so that eventually I had to stay in one place long enough to not only just build relationships but work through the stuff that comes up with people when you've known them for a long time. And just not run away at the first sign of real trouble.

It's been a busy year of work issues and power struggles and annoyances and relationship shifts and the like. And I've come through it with the same people in the same corner and a little more understanding that people I genuinely care about can fail me, can prop me up and all kinds of other stuff in between. I guess it comes down to seeing people realistically.

Oh well, bad timing to blog. I'm at my part time job and as I can watch the show on the monitor I have to watch my favorite part of the show. But I think it's time to start blogging again. There are so many things to comment on.

EY

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Family Stone

Sunday 28Sept08 4:57pm

I've got the Family Stone on since it is showing on the W network. In it, there is a scene where Diane Keaton's daughter gets into bed with her. And I haven't thought about it in a long time. I miss lying in bed with my mother. I miss the warmth and smells of her. I miss going into her closet, when she was out, and smelling her perfume smells off her clothes. It doesn't matter how old and mature you become, you are always your parent's child and I miss being her child.

I love when men kiss their sons. Even when they are still adults. It feels like they've let go of all that boys don't cry and can't show affection crap.

I seem to be focused on relationships lately and naming more of what I want and what I love and what I miss. Part of it is about a novel that I'm working on and part of it is about clarity. I seem to have people confiding in me about their relationships lately. The growing pains of new relationships. The real life of relationships once the intoxicating feelings disappear and every day life seeps back in. And I give my words of wisdom, give it your best, show some acceptance and if it really isn't something you can work out, don't leave too early, don't stay too long.

And constantly, I look at the object of my interest and I can predict where some of the problems will come up and I wonder, I wonder, I wonder...

EY

Friday, September 26, 2008

Mercury is Retrograde one last time

Friday 26Sept08 9:53pm

It's been another month since I've visited my blog. I've thought about blogging at my part time gig but lately it's been too busy to consider. But it's been a fun busy.

My Capricorn spiritual son has been the greatest son to love. We spoil eachother with cookies, which is fine for him, he's a bony little guy. For me? I'm going to have to ask him to spoil me with fruit going forward!
Another Capricorn I know, because have I mentioned I'm overrun with Capricorns, has been facing some relationship issues and I think that one of my purposes in life is to offer advice at how to give a good College try at looking honestly at why you're with someone and look for possible ways to rekindle and if that's not working for you, finding the nicest way to walk away from a relationship if you don't want to be in it.

And it gives me all sorts of novel ideas, for whatever reason.

Things at the day job have gone from reaching a fever pitch of pure insanity and the pendulum swings back to a level of calm.
Basically, I had more work induced pain only this time it was on both sides of my body. I had to do a little dance to be heard but was ultimately heard. And I had to pull out the sound vibration to take my pain away. I'm still waiting for the report from the ergonomist specialist who paid me a visit and assessed my work area. And always, I go for Shiatsu. My therapist who I've nicknamed the hack, has been beating me up and forcing some pains on me and telling me to breath through it and all that. Yeah buddy, let me kick you in the balls and you breath through that pain. He laughs, I'm half serious.

Lance Armstrong announced that he will do the Tour de France next year which makes me thrilled beyond words. I can barely wait until next summer and we just barely finished this one. But the more we have to look forward to, the better life is.

Gatsby, my cat, is 7 months old and a terror and we love him like ten men.

And we hit Mercury Retrograde in Libra. So it affects the cardinal signs more intensely. Aries, Cancer, Capricorns and Libras. But as always we all watch our communications and focus on the words/actions that start with RE. And we smile a lot right? Because we know what's happening. It happens until the 15th of October but I wouldn't start anything new until 29Oct08 especially since it will be a new moon. I've been contemplating asking a special someone to accompany me to my work Christmas party and am thinking I will ask him around October 29th in the new moon phase, after Mercury Retrograde is long behind us. We've had some good moments lately and a specific conversation with he and his younger brother that made me think that all is not lost and possibly I have a whole lot more power over this situation than I originally believed. Hmm! AND HE IS NOT A CAPRICORN! ha ha. I'm trying to be as good and kind and nice to all the Capricorn men I know in hopes that I can once and for all release myself from the curse.

This is the last Mercury Retrograde of the year yippee. The next one is 11Jan09 in Capricorn and Aquarius.

Last year I wrote a lot of entries about Grey's Anatomy on my old Writing2live blog. I may continue that on my newer Writing by Kaizen blog. Because I love that show, it really makes me think about relationships and I'm down to 2 TV shows that I watch. If you ever read my old blog, you know that one year I was knee deep in television and each year I've let go of shows and so it's a major accomplisment to be down to Heroes and Grey's Anatomy. Mad Men is down to it's last few shows for its season so I don't actually count it because by October it will be done plus last week it was a repeat.

EY

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Emergency Kit

Sunday 10Aug08 8:09pm

I'm getting my Emergency kit together. I'm like most people, I think I should probably be prepared and then procrastinate about it. Some how all that rang through my head as I watched the new coverage this morning about the North Toronto Propane Explosion was, 'get your kit and shit together.'

There have been three major emergencies in Toronto this year. In February was the Queen St West fire that destroyed 14 buildings. The sky was black on my way to work and in the business district there was that quiet, dark feeling of doom mixed in with the burning smell that the wind blew. It was depressing and scary.

In July was the hydro vault that exploded in an East end apartment. The tenants were forced to stay in their apartments as the hallways filled with smoke. When they were finally evacuated, they sat on TTC buses, with the clothes on their backs, for hours.

And now this morning, in the North end was the propane explosion that affected a massive area of the city. How many times can I see images of people in their pajamas and housecoats sitting on TTC buses shivering before I make sure that I am prepared with the basic necessities?

We had a speaker at one or our quarterly meetings who talked about emergency preparation. He said that we cannot depend on emergency services being there when we need them the most because there could hundreds or thousands of people that they have to help first. It's scary but if you think of Hurricane Katrina, you know that it's true.

So as I prepare my emergency kit and my grab-and-go-bag I thought I'd mention it and provide the link to Public Safety Canada because you don't want to think about it and you hope that it never happens to you but you've got to be ready.

EY

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Using Tarot for Writing

Here are more links for using the Tarot for writing:

Tarot Spread to create characters


Tarot Exercise


Tarot By Arwen

Tarot - Flash Fiction Formula

Entry Transplanted from Writing Zazen

I’ve mentioned that I found Mark McElroy’s pdf Tarot for Creative Writers and I’ve been playing with writing stories using the Tarot. What I’ve come to realize is that it’s become so much fun for me that I’ve been rushing home from work to write a new story.

Back in the day, I used to rush home every single day from work anticipating sitting at the table in the living room (when I still lived with room mates) and pulling out my steno and writing like a fiend. I’ve moved so far away from that person for many years. It often felt like more of a fight to get organized and then the television somehow seeped into my time and I was vegging instead of creating. I’m happy to say that I’ve been keeping the television turned off and I’ve been playing with my writing.

That’s really the key for me, there has to be a certain amount of play. It’s that beginner’s mind and attitude when you know that you don’t know what you are doing and you believe that with daily practice things will improve.

I’ve been doing the Tarot short stories and I’ve been doing the poems where I pick five words out of a box and try to write a piece using all of those five words. Play! It’s great to have that focus to mold and sculpt the serious writing work like my novel but there still needs to be some play for me otherwise I start to avoid all the work I feel I need to do.

Here is the Flash Fiction Formula from Mark McElroy’s PDF Tarot for Creative Writers:

Card 1 - Who/When
Card 2 - What/Theme
Card 3 - Want/Need
Card 4 - Turning Point
Card 5 - End-Hint
Card 6 - Midpoint
Card 7 - Dark Hour
Card 8 - Learn Lesson
Card 9 - Rising Action
Card 10 - Climax
Card 11 - Reflection

I use this to get me to write and have fun writing. I have no plans on rereading the stories any time soon. Maybe in a year or so. I’ve got more than enough other writings to revise. This is purely for the fun of writing. And Thank Mark McElroy for giving me that again.

Hmm and I still allow myself the really good televison shows like Heroes… two more episodes.

Mark McElroy’s sites … Tarot Tools

Made by Mark

And google Mark McElroy Tarot for Creative Writers to find his PDF book!

EY

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Pain and Possibility

Saturday 10:09am 12July08

I've been working with Gabrielle Rico's book, 'Pain and Possibility.' I have had the book for ages and started it before but couldn't remember how to do the word sculptures nor the spirals. I remembered that I liked doing them though. Plus she covers clustering as she does in, 'Writing the Natural Way.'

What I like about doing the word sculptures is that it brings back the fun and play of writing for me. I draw and fill out the word sculpture and write little pieces on the blank space of the page. It reminds me of when I was ten years old and decided that I was going to write instead of drawing since my brother was such a gifted artist and I didn't want my drawings to have to compete with his. When I was ten, I'd write a word or a topic and I would play at word associations and rhymes to create a piece. It was how my beginning writer's mind tackled doing it. That feeling as I was playing and once I'd completed something out of nothing was great because it came out of me like an emotion. It's good to be reminded of that.

And as I think of the term, pain and possibility, and I think of my ten year old self, I remember that it was a big time for me. I was giving up a passion I loved, drawing. Our family life was changing drastically with the addition of my mother's new boyfriend (who was to become my step dad) and his two daughters. I was at a new school and knew that I would change to another new school once we moved in with mom's boyfriend. We were going to leave the one apartment where my brother and I had our own bedrooms and we had neighbourhood friends that called on us to come out and play. There was always something new and dramatic that my brother and I had to adapt to without complaint. It was often a trying time that my mother reframed as an adventure and we wore the adventurers invisible clothes and I tried not to focus on the pain that came with all of our adventures.

Pain and Possibility (Interview with Gabrielle Rico)

EY

Distractions

Saturday 8:52am 12July08

I've been busy with a little fun and a lotta distractions this past week. The Fringe Festival is on and again this year I bought the Buddy Pass which gets me into 14 shows. I've got seven more shows to see before the weekend is done. The Tour de France started last Saturday and has two more weeks to go. And as always there's 'So You Think You Can Dance' showing with a lot more really great black male dancers. Oh my Goodness, Debbie Allen's protege Will is something beautiful in looks and in dance. Totally brilliant. You can love him when he gets all proper in traditional dance and when he gets down n' dirty with hip hop. This week's lyrical performance where he was half naked... makes a woman shake her head with joy! Twitch made it through to the top 10, he didn't make it past Vegas last year because they put Hok through. I loved Hok. Twitch has been showing up every week, working his ass off. And there is sweet Joshua with that sweet smile. They've had great choreographers this year and even added a dynamic Bollywood routine. This may actually be the best season ever.

So once all those distractions end we move into the Olympics and I'm always happy when it's an Olympic year. Crying over people winning and whatnot! Yeah I'm a weird bird, I admit it. I spend more time crying during the Olympics it's crazy. One year one of my girlfriends would call me after the results of a competition to see if I was crying yet. I cry during the opening ceremonies, I cry during the closing ceremonies. I said it here, I cry during the Olympics!

I pulled out Gabrielle Rico's (of Writing the Natural Way fame) book, Pain and Possibility, out to read in the Fringe line ups and have been doing the word sculptures, spirals and of course what she's known for, clustering. It's a nice quick n' dirty way to get a little writing done. It's always amazing what comes up that is so unexpected.

I haven't been doing the amount of writing I want to but I'm still managing to fit some in with all my distractions. I have been writing my thousand words a day each night during the replay of the Tour de France. But as I think about that more I feel that I'm going to put less of a committed effort into blogging and more commitment into my novel writing. Well the blogging commitment fell by the wayside when I had the pain of last year anyway. Plus my writing blogs Writing2Live and Writing Zazen keep crashing my mac, so I haven't blogged on them in ages and ages. And this writing blog is a little forlorn...

I'll still be here of course and if you're subscribed through Feedblitz, then you'll always know when I have something new to say. But for now, I think it's time to move into an all consuming committment to writing my novels. I had a discussion with a work acquaintance on Thursday. Whenever he comes into the office he asks me what I'm eating. He is also into eating a lot of fruit and drinking fresh juices and the like. He was telling me about one of his coworkers who apparently is the voice of knowledge on anything to do with healthy eating. My acquaintance said, "I don't know how he finds the time to know all this stuff. He's got a wife and kids, he's an Engineer and he's smart!" We laughed about it and sequed into a discussion about finding time. I said that almost everyday of my life I wonder how women with kids get anything done. "If it were me," I said, "I'd be telling my 3 year old, 'cook your own dinner'." ha ha!

As an aside, my work acquaintance called me a geek! What the heck? We were talking about juicers and I admitted to having more than one, a magic bullit (which I killed) and a blender and he said in an amused voice, "You're such a geek." The nerve of some people's brats, as my mother used to say. I was so affected by that comment that I wrote a vignette about it in my notebook. I've never been 'such a geek' in all my life. ha ha! He stockpiles organic soap and I'm a geek?

But seriously, I'm really starting to see that I have to narrow my focus. I'm passionate about a lot of things and I can spin around jumping from one passion to the next in my special Pisces way, two fish swimming in the opposite direction at the same time. Hello!

The other inspiration that made me think about time, other than Geek Boy's comment ( *snicker* ) came from CJ Darlington's series Advice for Novelist’s . Sibella Giorello's advice is about sacrificing. Let's see where this gets me!

EY

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Quiet Times and Personal Meaning

entry from The EY Page

Tuesday 1July08 9:59am

Today’s podcast (Episode 4) from Dr. Eric Maisel is on Personal Meaning
His podcast is Purpose-Centred Life - A Plan for Authentic Living. His podcasts and others can be found at Personal Life Media

I've been kind of quiet. I seem to be in a big processing mode, processing all the energies and messages flying my way. It's all good. The messages make me think about commitment level and mine in particular.

It's funny how when I look, so many messages can come my way. This morning I watched my kitten Gatsby eyeing my baby girl Zelda. When Zelda gets worn out from Gatsby and all his energy and bites, she goes as high in the apartment as possible because little guy Gatsby can't jump all that well. He's still a little guy at 4 months old and having started his life almost dying twice. He still has breathing issues, he sounds like an asthmatic at times. But that doesn't really stop him.

Anyway, Zelda gets on top of my stacked storage bins that are stacked three high. It's taller than my shelving unit in my kitchen. It's the place she calls peace. It's one of the three places that he can't get at. "Ha ha," she waves down at him, "you can't get me!"
This morning I'm lying in bed taking my time with waking fully, enjoying the moment. It is a holiday after all. I watch Gatsby run in and out of the kitchen just pissed that he can't get at Zelda. He stops at the bins and stares them down. He runs back into the main room, turns and runs at the bins. His little paws clip into the lid of the first bin and he tries to scale up to the second lid. He doesn't quite make it and plops off. Doesn't the little shit keep trying? Doesn't he scale up to the third bin with his little feet clawing the third lid and I swear he was laughing at Zelda and screaming HI! HI!. ha ha.
He flings himself on to the kitchen table and jumps up to the top bin to harrass poor Miss Zelda.

My immediate thought was, "talk about using your individual way to succeed."

Zelda ran off feeling bitter, no doubt, and Gatsby chased after her. When she ditched him by jumping up into the bathroom window he turned on his heels and ran back into the kitchen. By this time I was in there prepping my fruits and smoothies and stuff. I turned to watch him scale all the bins, pull himself on top and lie down! I swear watching little dude is a daily lesson on perseverance. He rocks!

Eric Maisel's podcast on Personal Meaning didn't leave me with many notes. I wrote stuff like:
"You get to decide what meaning is in your Life."
"Make life mean exactly what you want it to mean."
"What does life mean? Whatever I decide it to mean."
"Commit, 'I intend to matter in my own meaningful way'"

Good notes but nothing to blog about. But it's funny that since the last couple of days of listening to that podcast, examples of meaning have been showing up. Like Gatsby.

And I caught a couple shows on Global this morning. You gotta love holiday mornings when the programmers don't know what to put on television and they end up putting on some stellar stuff, sometimes. I caught two episodes of a show about second chances in life. And it's Canadian! One episode was about a woman who has won a woman of distinction award, Kim Beauregard (I think). She was overweight, stagnant in her life, unhappily married. She found her individual way to success. She's run marathons then after an injury started body building, won strongest woman award, became a nurse, is a personal trainer/coach, dog walker. She went from no where to now here, as Wayne Dyer likes to say.

She made a brilliant comment, "Even when you're at the back of the pack, you're still a runner."
Ah Personal Meaning at it's finest.

The other episode was about a woman who was really successful selling cars, Ferrari's, Maserati's and the like, which she loved. She was one of the crew members for her husband who races cars. She was living a pretty good existence. She got back into painting while on maternity leave and realized that her soul had been crying out for it. She worked out a new schedule at work to enable her to have Fridays off to paint and by fluke showed a guy her paintings, who subsequently got on the phone and was able to bring her paintings to a showing in Chicago and sold them all!

In the episode she discusses the struggle of giving up a comfortable job with benefits to the uneasyness of being a painter.
The scary dream of the artist's life rebounds in my head on a daily basis. How do I matter in my own meaningful way?

EY

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

1000 words a day belated

Wednesday 2:31am 18June08

So I came home and wrote about 250 words and realized that I needed to lie down after a trying day at work. I'm now making up yesterday's thousand words before I start on todays. It's how it has to be.

Not much to say here because it's 2am and as soon as I'm done my total, I'm climbing back into my warm bed.

Check out, cjdarlington.blogspot.com. CJ has a great series on Advice for Novelists!

EY

Monday, June 16, 2008

1000 words a day

Monday 5:35pm 16June08

Today I begin again. I'm getting back to writing 1000 words a day. It's the only thing that really works for me. I write a thousand words each day and I get back into that groove where the great descriptions happen and the words flow and the stories come together.

It's just so darn easy to get bogged down with life and cleaning the house and checking out the cute guy and oh, it's sunny out maybe i should call a friend! It's ridiculous. So it has to be about every single day. Pull out the looseleaf paper and write until I hit the thousand words. And we'll see where it gets me by the end of the year.

And in the meantime, I write one of my favorite Ray Bradbury quotes, "The Muse must have shape. You will write a thousand words a day for ten to twenty years in order to try to give it shape, to learn enough about grammar and story construction so that these become part of the Subconscious, without restraining or distorting the Muse." pg 45 of Zen in the Art of Writing, Releasing the Creative Genius Withing You.

Such a great book. He can't contain his passion for writing. If you're going to take anyone's writing advice, I think it should be from someone who can't contain his passion for writing.

EY

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Writing By Kaizen

Sunday 8June08 3:47pm

An article that inspired the name of this blog is by Jennifer Lawler. The full article by Seeking Perfection: What it is... and isn't. is on her webpage.

Since I don't do any martial arts, I like the thought of applying the concept to life as a whole and writing in particular.

My favorite quotes from Jennifer's article are:

" ... In the martial arts, you train because you are a warrior. That’s what warriors do. And they do it because they’re warriors. That’s the only reason they have to have."

Notes in my writing notebook based on Jennifer's article:
- begin to train/write/sing because it feels good to train/write/sing. That's all
- master the techniques. Do it well for the sake of doing it well.
- choose to master writing because it is the one thing I could happily spend my life trying to perfect. Knowing I never would, but happy to try.


"The idea of training just to train, of doing something for its own sake, is called kaizen in Japanese martial arts. It’s related to – although independent of – the concept of bushido, which is the ideal of the warrior, the way the warrior lives. Making kaizen and bushido a part of my life has been an ongoing experiment – and experience. Like most of us, I constantly struggle to balance all the demands on my time and the expectations – spoken and unspoken – that people (including me) have for me. But I am aided by my belief that the way of mastery will guide me in the direction I need to go, and I never stray from the path for very long or very far."

Notes in my writing notebook based on Jennifer's article:
- to truly succeed, train/write/ sing even if there are no rewards for training/ writing/ singing, even if you're worse today than you were yesterday.
- when you pursue mastery in the spirit of kaizen, you think of each day as a clean slate, each moment as an opportunity to try again.
- what matters is whether you're trying to be a better writer today than you were yesterday.


"In fact, living by kaizen creates a life filled with pleasure, validation that comes from within (and doesn’t depend on outside sources subject to whims), a life that feels more fulfilling and rewarding.

Moving towards perfection means deciding to care for your body as well as you can today, and then tomorrow and then the next day. It is about the process, not the end result. Each day, the attempt should feel good. You got enough rest for once; you meditated after work and that helped you feel relaxed; you had fresh-squeezed orange juice for breakfast and that felt nourishing. You’re taking care of yourself. It doesn’t matter if you ever fit into that size four. That is not the point.

Moving towards perfection requires

Focusing
Living mindfully
Slowing down"

Starting all over again!

Sunday 8June08 3:40pm

First I had a writing blog on angelfire.com, then my Mac started crashing on it. So I started a writing blog on wordpress.com and just today my Mac started crashing on it. Today I go with Blogspot since I've had my other blog on there and it's never crashed my Mac.
So here I begin again. I don't know how well things will go since it's Mercury Retrograde but since I figure i am revisiting and renewing my blog interest that I should be okay.

Whatever! I'm here and I've got a new attitude!

Shelley with an EY!