My artistic interests laid dormant for decades. I forgot I even had them. I got trapped in the matrices of spreadsheets and calendar and office buildings-among other square things. A friend introduced me to Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, where I learned how to journal again and work through traumas that I hadn’t realized were […]
Tag: Morning Pages
A Stay-at-Home Artist
Since leaving corporate life, I’ve struggled how to answer the ultimate small-talk question: What do you do? Honestly, Sharon, this week, I’m eating bonbons in a beehive wig living out my best Peg Bundy cosplay life. But that’s a lie. Like a certain pop star, I’ve been through several eras since unplugging myself from the […]
Slice of Life. Seat of Strife.
I dined with my husband at a restaurant on the east side of Kansas City’s Brookside neighborhood the other night. It’s restaurant week in KC, so staffs are on their best behavior, prepared for an influx of people who don’t dine out as often, seeking new experiences at ostensibly more affordable prices. I’ve found this […]
Back to the grind
Another day. Another morning pages. Another method. I’ve been attempting to regulate my morning pages routine better. (For those unfamiliar, read up on The Artist’s Way.) So much of what makes Julia Cameron’s creativity-unleashing process work is routine or ritual. (I’d like to study the difference between routine and ritual more in writing. I don’t […]
Morning Pages from Pigeon Point Lighthouse
I’ve struggled to write in the past few days. We had our Christmas party at home, so there was the madness surrounding party prep. My husband and I have traveled to California for a week surrounding the holiday, so there was the madness surrounding travel prep. Now, here I am with the first quiet morning […]
Therapy
Who needs therapy when there is poetry and coffee and friends and cake and sunshine
12/7/2023
Another day. Another set of morning pages. In a coffee shop. Waiting on my breakfast burrito. Kinda cold in here. Should have ordered a hot coffee instead of a cold brew. Sun is beaming in and glancing across the void that is my pupil. The visual effect is more distracting than interesting. No real reason […]
12/2/23
TALES FROM THE DIVE BAR – Chapter 2 Marge has been running the dive bar since the 1970s. She was a cocktail waitress-turned manager at the old playboy club when a rival bar owner noticed something special about her. It wasn’t her looks, which were spectacular. It was was her savvy. The bossman used to […]
12/01/23
TALES FROM A DIVE BAR “Just the facts,” said the officer. “The fact is,” said the barkeep,” that this man is no longer welcome here.” “Ze fact is not,” said the drunkard, “Fair Orafice Sir, that that ze fact is that that this woman is not welcoming to this man.” Silence enrobed the trio as […]
11/30/23
I have strayed from my routine, and the words are not flowing as easily as I would like today. And that’s okay. Yesterday, I had an unexpectedly social day, and my morning routine was interrupted. I wasn’t able to get back on track. And that’s okay. I was productive socially. I made no mark on […]