Stuck off the Realness
OK, last introspective writing post, I promise. But here's my quote for today, from Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones (does anyone else think that's a seriously odd title?):
"I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell. Because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life. I write because to form a word with your lips and tongue or think a thing and then dare to write it down so you can never take it back is the most powerful thing I know...I write out of total comprehension that even love isn't enough and that finally writing might be all I have and that isn't enough. I can never get it all down, and besides, there are times when I have to step away from the table, notebook, and turn to face my own life. Then there are times when it's only coming to the notebook that I truly do face my own life."
Not trying to be melodramatic or anything, but you know how it is sometimes. All morning, at the computer, euphoric because I finally got it right. Cause it feels so good to know I have two solid pages, even if there are hundreds more to do. Cause I can only really enjoy the weather, and my lunch, and gossiping with my girlfriends, when the first few hours of the day have been spent in that heady, intoxicating space.
It's unbelievably bright and sunny in Van City and I just had the nicest baguette with brie, pear, and prosciutto. Downtown getting some biz done. Cooking for the fam tonight. They are veggies, so making my friend Jen's famous summer salad: lettuce, grated carrots and beets, cubes of apple and cheddar cheese, cranberries, warm brown rice, homemade olive oil/balsamic vinegar/parmesan shavings/garlic/fresh rosemary salad dressing with touch of honey and soy sauce.
Been listening to Slick Rick and Missy Elliott's collabo "Irresistible Delicious." For my money, he has one of the smoothest, sexiest voices in hip-hop.
"I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell. Because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life. I write because to form a word with your lips and tongue or think a thing and then dare to write it down so you can never take it back is the most powerful thing I know...I write out of total comprehension that even love isn't enough and that finally writing might be all I have and that isn't enough. I can never get it all down, and besides, there are times when I have to step away from the table, notebook, and turn to face my own life. Then there are times when it's only coming to the notebook that I truly do face my own life."
Not trying to be melodramatic or anything, but you know how it is sometimes. All morning, at the computer, euphoric because I finally got it right. Cause it feels so good to know I have two solid pages, even if there are hundreds more to do. Cause I can only really enjoy the weather, and my lunch, and gossiping with my girlfriends, when the first few hours of the day have been spent in that heady, intoxicating space.
It's unbelievably bright and sunny in Van City and I just had the nicest baguette with brie, pear, and prosciutto. Downtown getting some biz done. Cooking for the fam tonight. They are veggies, so making my friend Jen's famous summer salad: lettuce, grated carrots and beets, cubes of apple and cheddar cheese, cranberries, warm brown rice, homemade olive oil/balsamic vinegar/parmesan shavings/garlic/fresh rosemary salad dressing with touch of honey and soy sauce.
Been listening to Slick Rick and Missy Elliott's collabo "Irresistible Delicious." For my money, he has one of the smoothest, sexiest voices in hip-hop.
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