Channeling Clare

The evil twin and I went to a great party yesterday, at our friend Barbara's house. Barbara is breathtakingly beautiful, and has the unmitigated gall to be nice in the bargain. Look for her on the silver screen, soon, romancing Burt Reynolds in a movie called "Forget About It."

Back to Work

Now that my house is no longer in tile-hell, I can concentrate on my writing project.
I'm in the beginning stages of "One Last Look", the third and final Clare Westbrook/Tony Sonterra story. It picks up where "Never Look Back" left off.
Clare is, in essence, my evil twin.
Look out. She's baaaaack....

Final tile day

This, too, has passed.
Hallelujah!

Morning pages

Best thing you can do to get in touch with your deeper self.
Buy a cheap notebook--no fancy journals, please. That will intimidate you too much. You'll think about how your grandchildren might read the entries, and try to make them too perfect.
Write three pages, long-hand, strictly stream of consciousness stuff. No editing. Cross-outs okay. At first, you'll bitch a lot, and that's okay, too. It's like priming a pump. First, the sludge, then the good stuff.
Try it. You might just amaze yourself!

The renovations continue

I can't help drawing a parallel between the renovations going on in my house, and the ones going on in my spirit. Everything on the outside really IS a reflection of activity on the inside.
Something to celebrate!
Whoopee!