Transition to.....Blogging!

It's very telling, the things we procrastinate over. I LOVE, love, love writing: it is largely what I've tethered my life to. Yet my ability to find ANYTHING other than writing to do when I should be writing is pretty remarkable. And while I had every intention of launching this here little blog in August, I found 31 reasons during the month of August to not do that.
But I had created a built in deadline in the form of pretty blue and black business cards. I got them for next month's Litquake (Litquake = awesome, as well as a week long literary festival, the largest on the west coast). I'm a repeat volunteer and ordered my business cards specifically for the purpose of being able to connect with other writers I meet that week. (By the way, if you've never ordered business cards that you designed yourself, and allowed yourself to assign yourself a title - I chose Writer - I recommend you do just this. It's delightful). I put this website on the business card. Now, I know those cute little cards may accomplish nothing, BUT in the off chance someone looks me up, I want there to be something here waiting for them! (Hi, by the way! Thanks for stopping by! Let me know you did!).

So, I'm blogging. (That still sounds dirty to me). Transitioning to blogging means finding your voice, not being too scared to share it, and not worrying too much that no one is listening to or for it. Stay tuned for thoughts from myself and others on the topics of change, transitions and the effects of turnover (geographic, emotional and otherwise).

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My Litquake 2012 Report

I've been avoiding putting this together, because a part of me really doesn't want this year's Litquake festival to be over already. The other part of me is still cranky-tired, wandering around trying to get to all those projects I said I'd get to after Litquake, and feeling post-Christmas like. In short, this year's Litquake was AMAZING. Every year has been awesome, but this one was particularly special for me because I got to actually help plan the awesome. As a volunteer during the festival for the past several years, I definitely felt like I contributed to making each event I helped at awesome, but this year, being on the committee,* I got to witness the tremendous build up to the festival that happens the whole year prior. The amount of love, sweat and time that goes into it is incredible, and I'm not sure I've ever been part of something so cool. Which is not to say I'm not still cranky-tired and looking forward to feeling fully recovered.

For Mom, Twenty-One Years Later

I lost my mom twenty-one years ago today. She died from complications related to a long battle with chronic-progressive multiple sclerosis. I was a week away from turning twenty-one. Which means I have not had her as long as I did have her. It used to make me unique among my friends, to have lost a parent at such a young age. But I’m no longer young and many friends have joined this depressing club. The dues are astronomical and no one prepares refreshments. People, moms are important. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Whether you were once a child or are currently a mom. They are the sun, moon, and stars, even when they are completely obscured by darkness. I wish she mattered less. She doesn’t. She matters more than almost anything: that first hit of love, that childhood sense of safety, that initial understanding of what it means to be a woman in the world: mom. Mom in 1974-ish Memory is funny when it comes to dead people: I can remember her any way I

Obsessions

Things I'm mild-to-excessively obsessed with currently: The color orange . Specifically, International Orange, or the color of the Golden Gate Bridge. Flags on display at the International Orange exhibit last month at Fort Mason A faux-store of all International Orange things, from the same exhibit. Me want!! Some StickyWords from under the bridge And the newly repainted writing desk! Now in Daredevil Orange (thanks to three coats of Sherwin Williams this weekend). Much less clashy with the rest of the house now. Next project: corral those ugly looking cords on the side. For about a year now, orange has been my new favorite color. It's just so dang happy looking. Sutro Tower It's a very local icon. You can spot it almost anywhere in the city, if it's not ensconced in fog, but it is so beautiful when it is ensconced. (Sorry, I also watched a bunch of Anne of Green Gables lately, so I'm all Lake of Shining Waters-y in m

Invincible Summer

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