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My book pile from the library surprisingly leaned more towards non-fiction over the past month inspiring me with insightful writing suggestions, an amazing adventure, and a remarkable friendship.

I began with Pat Schneider’s Writing Alone and with Others which my VerbTribe members recommended. Pat’s encouragement and wise counsel roll off the page like a quiet conversation over a cuppa tea with a dear friend. She writes, “It is my deep conviction that true discipline is a matter of love, rather than duty. If you are in love, you make time and space for the beloved. That preparation is part of the joy. There is nothing of duty about it. I believe that people who truly want to write are in love with writing, in love with the artist inside, in love with creating. That love is the root source of true discipline.”

…turn the page…

Skip to a fiction title: I discovered Lady Macbeth by Susan Fraser King while searching the library shelf for a Stephen King novel for my dear hubby. Some of the best books I’ve encountered often call to me from the shelf like a magnet attracting filings.  This is not Shakespeare’s Lady by any means, this masterful work of historical fiction draws you into the world of eleventh century Scotland where we meet Rue who learned to wield a weapon, ride a horse, and become queen of her people, “I am granddaughter to a king and daughter to a prince, a wife twice over, a queen as well. I have fought with sword and bow, and struggled fierce to bear my babes into this world. I have loved deeply and hated deeply, too….

The story of Cheryl’s boot will make you gasp out loud!

Wild by Cheryl Strayed gripped me from page one and didn’t let go. This young woman’s candid story about her journey ‘from lost to found on the Pacific Crest Trail’ left me shaking my head at her unpreparedness, crying softly with her, and laughing hysterically at her adventures and misadventures while applauding the young woman who emerged from the trail eleven hundred miles later.

An Invisible Thread by Laura Schroff was a quick read and reminded me of the movement to ‘pay it forward’ and the movie Blind Side.  Laura hardly acknowledged the young boy begging for spare change on a busy New York City street. But something made her stop and go back and offer to buy him lunch at McDonalds. He asked if he could have a cheeseburger.  His name was Maurice and he changed Laura’s life.  This is a moving story about overcoming seemingly insurmountable obstacles of poverty, crime, and neglect. Laura and Maurice are connected by an invisible thread—”An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break.” ~Old Chinese Proverb

I’m not a huge Anne Rice fan but The Wolf Gift looked intriguing and it was. It’s a supernatural Gothic tale with gorgeous descriptions of Northern California, the weather, a mysterious mansion, and one lost soul who receives the ‘wolf gift’. But is it evil or can he use it for good? The critics were harsh in their reviews but I enjoyed Rice’s storytelling and hope she’ll continue it as a series.

I thought I had read all of  Tracy Chevalier’s books which are wonderful but somehow I missed this gem—Falling Angels. She chose to write extremely short first person accounts for each of the dozen main characters which I find original and highly engaging. The setting is 1901 in a London cemetery two little girls are visiting their family plots and become fast friends along with the grave diggers cheeky young son.

Reading excellent fiction and non-fiction inspires me as a writer—to dig deeper and excavate the ideal hidden word, to describe the indescribable, to make possible the impossible. I commend writers and authors for their love of the craft—for sitting down and putting one word after another.  Their art allows me as a reader to immerse myself in their vision by turning page after page of a dream actualized. I am an immensely grateful reader.

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On Sunday I slept in until the unseemly hour of 9:30am!  I snuggled in my bed and wrote in my journal—pure bliss. This is the only day of the week I am not up at 6 or 7am.  Saturday afternoon and evening had finally delivered promised rain by the bucket load, cooled the air, and the clouds moved on so the morning was glittering and glorious.

I posted a few book reviews on my Hungry for Life blog and then listened to an audio book of Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult while I washed the dishes and tidied the house. I am always swept away by her books and this one had me looking for more homecaring tasks so I could finish the chapter. My deal with myself for audio books is to keep moving or listen in the car. ;) I’m paying close attention to her word choice and descriptions and am wowed by her talent for writing.

Later, I curled up with the novel The Virgin Blue by Tracy Chevalier. She’s the author of A Girl With a Pearl Earring and one of my favorites The Lady and the Unicorn. I relish historical fiction and the lives she imagines for her characters. This book moves seemlessly between modern day and France of four hundred years ago.

Then I met my friend Lucy at the movies to see the movie version of Nicholas Sparks’s novel The Lucky One. Yes its a chick flick and I’m a sappy romantic. The ending was similar but they added a couple twists—I preferred the original ending but the movie was worth seeing.

In the evening I started book four A Feast of CrowsGeorge R.R. Martin’s fantasy series A Song of Ice and Fire (I reviewed book three on my blog!). I’ve never read a series with so many characters! I’m also watching Game of Thrones Season 2 (Book 1) on HBO and have been impressed with how well cast and detailed it has been; definitely as good as Lord of the Rings movies if you’re a fan.

A day spent reflecting and stirring the embers of inspiration by reading authors I admire is a heaven sent day.

What books are bookending your days or week?

The audio book of Lone Wolf is read by several performers instead of a single reader and I'm thoroughly enjoying this presentation. The varied voices add depth and fullness to the listening experience. That's my ancient portable CD player that has played through many a mile with me and keeps on spinnin'!

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Verb Tribe Too began on Thursday and I was still awake at the stroke of midnight Thursday morning and couldn’t resist peeking at the prompt that was finally accessible, ‘You are a bird’.  I watched birds all day and wondered about them. I listened to their calls, cries, and caws with a new ear attempting to differentiate and recognize them.

On Friday morning I was early to CrossFit and sat in my car with my little notepad and jotted down a few lines and words that came to me during my drive. Later at home after Morning Pages were tucked away I sat with my trusty Ticonderoga pencil and my blank sketch book and captured this poem:

Krak

My body is the night
blacker than pitch.
Imagine the evening sky, stars snuffed out like candles.
I am soaked in black
my feathers reflect iridescent purple.

Bold am I.
Bodacious.
Raucous.
I scream at my crow cousins.
I am mighty—
They are minions in my kingdom.

Raven am I.
Maven of heaven.
My intense inky eyes
blink rapidly
on either side of my head.
Monocular vision—
so foreign to you,
allows a view of ALL.

I am always alert, ready, poised.
The branch sways
I hold my head still
to triangulate.
What buoyant substance is sealed in
these hollow bones?
Which make my body
lighter
than the air that kisses it?

I am not shackled by gravity
my wings spread in a shadowy embrace
my legs thrust
I point my beak to the rising sun.
Close to the ground I swoop and loop
over my crow cousins.
Krak, krak I call
to remind them
I am here.
Always watching.
Their dark master.

I lift on a current like a branch in the sea
and surge
upwards
a black smudge in an azure sky.
My belly is full.
My wings are strong
I beat them up then down
steadily
and feel the wind
shoot me higher.

A thermal!
I bank right.
The heavens are devoid
of other life
I circle the funnel of air
feathers streaming
eyes seeking
my wings stroke the air.
krak, krak
alive, I scream. I am alive.

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During Verb Tribe we were given this prompt: What do I need to do to be a successful writer? After writing for ten minutes on my paper bag it came down to these simple five words: show up to the page.

Show. Up. To. The. Page.

My fellow WriteNiters and I made a commitment to show up for 31 consecutive days in the month of March. Yesterday was day 29 and I have not missed a day. I have on average written a page a day on my screenplay. The goal was not quantity or quality but consistency. Wednesday night we celebrated our one year anniversary of WriteNiters and toasted our success—each of us showed up EVERY day this month!

Thursday evening you would have found me tapping away at my purple laptop keyboard for my writing practice. Here are a few visuals of what consistency and commitment can produce:

My screenplay :)

In print! it's waaaay too long for a screenplay, I'm at 300 pages and haven't written the ending yet. Step two: rewriting!

My reward for showing up as well as an action to celebrate myself are these two goodies from Barnes & Noble:  Artful Blogging magazine and a new blank journal. Bliss.

The Artful Blogging magazine...beYOUtiful. And a lovely blank journal are my rewards for 'showing up to the page'.

Thank you my awesome WriteNiters for showing up with me and always encouraging me!

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Saturday began with a  full morning.  I was at work at Weight Watchers by 6:45am and finished by 10:30am. That gave me time to drop off recycling, come home for an early lunch, and get started on Day 18 of my Verb Tribe writing prompt before visiting a friend in the afternoon. This writing journey has been a powerful experience in delving into my passion and resistance in writing and in life—I am hooked! The prompts are written in ten minutes on brown paper bags:

On your bag, write about a place you love. Try to go beyond the surface of it, to show why you love it rather than tell why you do. Dig into your history with the place, the sounds and smells of it. Enjoy the journey there.

After filling my bag here’s what I shared in our Verb Tribe community on Ruzuku (cool platform!):

Writing about my place took me there and filled me with ease.
Here’s what I circled:

resuscitate my soul
sand so fine it squeaks under bare-feet
wide open
reflects my moods
silent, introspective
bright, bold
life happens
the sky as witness
my soul speaks to God
I have come home
reflects my choices
we are all one
I belong

It reads like a found poem—cool, eh?! :)

I expanded on ‘my soul speaks to God here’

“When I breathe in I devour the tang, salt, seaweed, and freshness—I am absorbing God. When I breathe out—I exhale God.”

This captures a moment in the place I love...

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I went to bed with a scratchy throat Monday night and woke to what felt like glass shards ravaging my esophagus Tuesday morning and that has been my uncomfortable physical state through Thursday. I attempted to find others to work for me at Weight Watchers this morning but no luck, so I had a hot cuppa tea and took a handful of throat lozenges with me and off I went. Later, I tucked myself into bed and decided to use the time to catch up on writing.

My latest and greatest writing adventure began February 1st and will continue for 37 days. I’m participating in Patti Digh’s VerbTribe: Creating a sustainable writing practice, one day at a time. Today is day two: we wrote our writing prompt on a paper bag and we looked for things that were orange and noted them on an index card. We took pictures if we could!

I didn’t read the prompt about orange until I returned home at lunchtime. After writing quietly for a few hours I felt inspired to go on an orange photo hunt.  I was bombarded by orange!  Insight for me: when I look for ‘it’ I find ‘it’.
SO, what do I choose to look for?

orange stripes

orange dishes

orange vision board

orange walls

orange box

orange fruit

orange tool

orange tool 2

orange books

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Wednesday’s are a flexible day as I’m home until Crossfit in the evening. This Wednesday I slept in till 9am and Jeff made us a delicious juice of tangerine, orange, pear, peach and jicama. This is me enjoying my juice and writing Morning Pages. My Morning Pages are part of my extreme self-care practice, four pages by hand in forty minutes—every weekday morning.

On Wednesday evening my Crossfit workout is from 7-8pm so my wonderful Chef Jeff has dinner ready when I get home! This month I have accomplished my goal of three Crossfit workouts per week—strong is the new skinny!

Exercise and healthy meals are part of my commitment to Move More Eat Well in 2012

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are collected here in my beloved Circa journals, nearly everyday…

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My tools

“If you wish to be a writer, write.” ~Epictetus

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most mornings i spend reading and journaling...this is a doodle of me as reflected in the tv.

"reflection"

most mornings i spend reading and journaling…this is a reflection of me in the tv.

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