Martin Denton told me a couple days ago that I am the second highest selling author on indietheaternow.com, which was a complete surprise. So, if you want to push me to number one, head on over (link on blog to the right) and buy some plays! They are super cheap and we, the authors, actually get a percentage, which is novel.
Maybe I will someday think I'm allowed to call myself a writer. We'll see.
After the meeting with Rik, I took a walk through Inwood Park and met a woman named Celeste who is a healer/shaman type. I do not understand why I seem to run into so many people like this, but I do. She complimented my hat and we got to talking. It was a pleasant conversation, though I must confess that because my father worked for a New Age channeler type person and considered himself a Toltec, my first response to this kind of thing is anxiety and skepticism. However, I've had my share of pretty intense spiritual experiences, so it always strikes me as hypocritical, this anxiety. It's all the same stuff with different words attached, I suppose.
She gave me this lovely green stone, which I have put on my three shelf shrine thing. See what I mean? Who am I to judge?
I wondered too as Vickie had just died if there was some connection.
I then walked through the woods to see the remaining leaves and the fascinating between place of autumn and winter. There was a crispness to the air and that inimitable smell of fallen leaves.
This afternoon I spoke with friends and contemplated some different projects but then just took a nap.
Tonight I took a yoga class, which was meant to be restorative but was instead pretty intense. It felt good though. It's nice to find out I can do way more than I think.
Returning back, Ugo was out and about and I've been petting him a lot and playing with him. He even tore around the house in a cat frenzy, which was delightful to see, because it means he's comfortable. He's now crying because I stopped petting him to write this blog.
I am still deeply sad about Vickie of course and have been hearing from some of her friends and family. I feel so far away, but the feelings are still there.
So glad I didn't have to teach today. Instead just kind of collapsing from cumulative tiredness.
I had intended today to revise my short story again and send it out. This did not happen. I hope to do so tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.
I do want to not lose sight of my writing, and am trying to strike the balance between not doing that and not expecting more of myself than can be reasonably expected.
Some photos from the last week or so, then signing off...
|today as leaves begin to fall away - light is amazing I think|
|Ugo looking outside - because need flash can't get a good face picture yet!|
|just a week ago...|