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Why is it important to me to stop off at the coffee shop on the way to work?  I have coffee at home.  I don’t know. I never finish all they give me – because I ask for the tall grande.  Gigantic.  Sumatra today.  There’s just something about coffee shop coffee.

 

I went to bed early last night, but I didn’t fall asleep for awhile.  Then I woke up with a sinus headache.  Lovely.  Guess the pressure is falling again. This is homecoming week on campus.  Which means this week will be crazy busy.  We have improv tonight.  I’m excited.  I haven’t been on stage for that since April.  We have a lot of things planned.  But I’m nervous because Mark won’t be there.  This whole Little Shop thing must end soon.  I’m so sick of it.  There’s so much drama.  Plus it’s wearing him out.  I mean, my God – he had surgery three weeks ago – that’s all.  But those people up there expect him to do everything.  Give him a break.

 

I dread going. Not for Mark’s sake, but because of the whole experience. I hate drama and phony people.  That’s all they have up there.

 

I have a busy day at work. I wish I could’ve slept in today – even though I slept a good part of the weekend.  Now that fall is here, the mornings are ideal for sleeping. My favorite thing to do on chilly mornings.

 

Ok, gonna make some copies.

 

“Here roses leave shadows on the ground…”  Sappho

Ah joy – I stayed up late and wrote.  I got the premise for another short story in order.  I also had one going through my head right before I fell asleep.  How does that work?  I sometimes think I need a way to copy my thoughts before I drift off to sleep.  I don’t know how I’ll do that though.  I don’t want to write it down.  I don’t want to talk into a recorder – because I am half asleep – just at that drift off moment.  Talking would suddenly wake me up.  So, I don’t know what to do.  I try and remember everything, but it comes out all murky in the morning.

 

I was looking around at sites and I came to a teacher rating site.  I had to look at my school – someone rated me!  They liked me.  They said the class wasn’t fun, but the teacher was – I’m assuming lit and writing isn’t their thing.  That made me happy, in fact, it made me wanna write more.  For some reason…  I looked up Mark too, he’s on there, he’s rated a few times.  Of course, he’s got a following of students a mile long at all times.  He would be a great teacher to have.  He’s fun and he knows his subject.  Plus he’s awfully cute.

 

The day is awesome!  The weather couldn’t be better.  I ran to the veggie market and got some fresh fruits and stuff.  I am ready to eat healthy now.  It seems when we have yummy fresh stuff in the house we eat so much better.  It’s just a matter of keeping it all in the house at all times.  I came home and immediately ate two tomatoes.  Delicious.  I plan on baking some apples after dinner tonight – what a yummy little treat for us.  I’ll pack my lunch for tomorrow and load it up with lots of goodies. I am craving celery and peanut butter right now for some reason.  Must need protein.

 

Well, I need to start laundry and get that going.  Mark is working in Indy and will be back soon.  The Chiefs won.  I am happy.  I listened to most of the game, but I was getting busy.  Fall is for football – winning football.  I felt like getting a beer and sitting out in the porch and listening to the wind.  But instead I’m gonna strip the bed and change the sheets.  Domestic goddess am I.

 

B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name.

writing fool

Well, I was a writing fool tonight. I have submitted to two anthologies. One about Robert Frost poetry and the other to Dhazie books for their “mean” anthology. Guess I’ll just wait and see. I got all my work done tonight. I also have finished all my writing. All that’s left is reading. So far, so good.

I need to keep motivated in my writing, otherwise who knows what will happen.
I thought I’d include a link to the anthology that has my pagan poetry in it.

Here’s a link to foliate oaks – an ezine that has my poetry in it this month.

Read, give me feedback

It’s the start of the weekend and I’ve been awfully lazy already.  I slept till about 3.  Then we headed to Kings for lunch/dinner.  We did some homework.  I actually got tons done considering I thought I had much more to do.  Amazing.  I plan to listen to the football game on the radio tonight.  I also want to continue working on my robert frost stuff.  Plus other writing stuff I need to get done.  I want to read too.  It’s so fall-like outside – i love it.

 

We went to the bluegrass concert last night. Their encore was the best part.  They rocked!  They played Smoke on the Water bluegrass style – awesome.  Then they also did their own solos – the mandolin player was incredible.  He can jam.  I was very impressed.  Plus he had an awesome voice.  I got some stuff done while sitting in the booth – good for me!

 

I suppose I need to start laundry and stuff.  I actually could nap again and I’ve only been up for three and a half hours.  Lazy baby.  I want to watch SNL tonight too.  Gonna take a break from grading and read something.

Touching base again.  I am loaded down with professor work for the weekend.  I have lots of poetry stuff to do.  I have tons of research on many poets.  I enjoy that type of work though, I think that’s why grad school was for me.  Research, research, research.  I love it.  I wish I would’ve had a computer back in grad school.  I actually used a typewriter! How antiquated is that?

 

Mark and I are doing our usual Friday lunch together.  We have a late lunch on Fridays and then just go home for the day.  We hope to be out of here by 1:45 at the latest.  Then we head to our favorite coffee shop and relax.  Then we usually head home for a snooze.

 

later

ramble

It’s Friday, and I’m ready for my weekend. Mostly so I can sleep in on Saturday and Sunday.    Mark is doing so much better – he’s much more healthy than he was.  I am very pleased with everything – we’re just impatient.

 

I worked on my Robert Frost stuff for about an hour last night.  I think I’ll try submitting three different poems.  Different formats.  I have some good books, and there’s always the web, so I should be ok.  I hope I get it – that would be cool.  I should probably start a publishing resume.  I’m sure I’ll eventually forget all my stuff if this keeps up.

 

I don’t have much homework over the weekend at least.  We are busy both tonight and Saturday night.  That’s ok though.

 

Stuart still hasn’t sold his house yet – that would cause me stress.  Maybe not though.  I think I’ve gotten a lot stronger since the surgery and there isn’t a lot that stresses me anymore. I am kind of seeing the big picture for what it is.  I need to remember not to focus on teeny tiny things and stress about it all.

 

Ok, gonna continue (begin) my day.

 

Adios amigos

Pen and paper

am very pleased with my decision to continue my writing. I think about what kind of world we used to live in.  As far as writing is concerned.  I have always written.  I have diaries and journals from way back.  Now, I almost find it difficult to write for a long period time with pen and paper.  Don’t get me wrong, I MUST do it sometimes, but for the most part, and most of my daily life, I would much rather be in front of a keyboard.  My mind goes so fast, my fingers can barely keep up.  With a pen, forget it. I end up losing stuff from my head.  I enjoy writing by hand when it’s something like poetry, or some kind of essay thing about life.  Like when I’m reflecting out in a park, or a coffee shop – I don’t mind pen and paper.  I rather enjoy it.
I have finished grading papers – they weren’t too good. My students actually disappointed me because of their lack of knowledge over a little quiz I gave.  Not  a pop quiz – they knew this was coming PLUS it was open note!  I almost cry thinking about it.  I wish they all felt like I do about learning.  But alas, not everyone is like me.  That’s probably why I’m in academia and they’re just paying their dues – making their way through college so they can play ball.  Don’t get cynical now annie – you must keep your head up.
I plan on reading a few Robert Frost poems and then I’m grabbing my book for the rest of the night.  I will probably indulge in a cup of hot soy chocolate milk – yummy.
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for me.

Ok, I spent most of last evening reading everything about Blogger I could possibly find.  I need to start working on my page, but not right now – no time.  I took the title of terrible beauty because of the William Butler Yeats poem – Easter 1916.  That phrase is repeated in there a few times and I find it fascinating.

 

I am sending all my friends and family members in the state of California a sympathy card today – I figured if they’re stuck with Arnold they may as well have a laugh about it.  I’m embarrassed for them.

 

I wrote a bunch of pagan poetry the other day and almost feel shy about sharing it with my fellow writer friends.  I know some of them will judge.  Just because I write pagan poetry doesn’t mean I’m pagan OR evil.  People just assume stuff.  I actually had some stuff published in a recent pagan poetry anthology and was curious as to how many of the poets said they were practicing pagans.  Many of them were, but there were quite a few that weren’t.  I think I’m drawn to pagan poetry because of the tie with nature and the beauty of it.  The lure of the goddess is also enticing.

 

So – much madness is divinest sense.  (My mantra for today)

 

Oh, I’m also immersing myself in robert frost poetry – I’m submitting entries for an anthology by yale university press.  I remember I had to memorize “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening” when I was in 7th or 8th grade.  I thought he only wrote about winter because his last name was frost.

I’m just trying this out.  I had a journal that I did online until I kind of lost interest.  I just kind of started to lose my mind with the whole thing.  I hated the annoying girly girls that whined about their anorexia and their 22 year old boyfriends. I also hated the judging they did of everyone else.  I guess I kind of got lost with all their negativity and decided to try things on myown.  I miss the writing and the feeling I get, but I don’t miss the people.  I have tried writing by hand, but I get awfully frustrated awfully quickly.  So – here I am.  I plan on writing more later, let me just get used to this whole thing for a minute.