a writer?

Out of blue I started writing last night...I mean writing.

I wrote two articles, both funny.  One is about the term 'flatlander' that New Englanders call anyone not bern in the N.E. area.  Being a New Yorker, I have a lot of fun with it.

The next is about falling for a guy that I hardly know. (hmm...)

I did another hour of work on the latter one today.

Who knew?  I suppose I have a muse after all.

I am planning on submitting them to the New Yorker, although I haven't a clue how I will do that or even if they accept submissions from unpublished people like me.  If not, I will find someone to send them to as I think they are funny, ah, witty is a better word.

I've had a productive day, getting some early morning chores done and out of the way.

My 16 yr old son was in a 48hr film slam this weekend so I will be heading out in about 45 minutes to sit thorugh the screening of all ten 7 minute films.  This will be my 4th film slam viewing and it can be very interesting the things people come up with in such a crunch of time.

You see the genius in some, the frustration in others.

I am feeling quite alive today.  I've felt many feelings and had thoughts from A to Z but I come back to one and that is wishing for peace and truth for the universe.  I know that sounds over-reaching but I don't mean it that way at all.

I am starting to accept that my thoughts, as well as my deeds and words, are vital.  Physics will back me up here, everything has energy.  I am paying attention to what I am doing so as not to hurt anything or anyone.

It doesn't mean that I think I am more important.  It means that I am getting closer to the truth that every ripple of energy matters.  There is no place to hide any part of it.  It's like getting rid of garbage, none of wants to see our waste.  "Take it away!" we demand.   We don't ever want to see it again but it goes somewhere.   There is no place where is disappears.

So it goes with what we think, say and do.  It goes somewhere and that somewhere also inhabits where we live.  No escape.

This is why I am being more careful about what I am producing.  I would rather add love, giggles, contentment, and peace than anger, depression, anxiety and feeling sorry for myself.

I am responsible.  There is also a lovely sense of freedom in this that I cannot explain.

I am a writer.  I don't say I am good or gifted or talented but I write because it is my nature to do so.  It's good to be home.