Extend your love bubble

The blessing/curse of the empathic poet is that you are constantly searching for meaning in the pain of life. It’s not comfortable. Sometimes you have to ponder for a loooooooooong time before you come to any conclusion and sometimes it happens like a lightning strike. That happened to me today. I almost literally stumbled across […]

Extend your love bubble
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Read. Write. Rock.

A bit above my usual average. Actually, that’s a staggering amount of time, really, and time is not free. I need to get my nose out of FB and back into books. Consume and create more art. Read. Write. Rock. That’s mantra. I have a library of books to enjoy. An embarrassing amount of stories to complete. A few albums’ worth of songs to finish and record. Yet I allow myself to be constantly distracted from my creative pursuits. Sure, a lack of an audience plays a big role in the stagnation because at my core I’ve always been a performer in need of a stage, physical and virtual, but artists are primarily compelled to create art regardless of circumstance. The rest of it is secondary to that. So, like the Decepticons after they’ve had their asses handed to them by the Autobots . . . I should retreat 🤓

I should also use this blog more.

The mantra.

2.17.20 – Day 3 of 4-Day Wknd

Yesterday was The Great Thaw (one of many to come). Today it will be a balmy 46° or so. And I think the third day in a row that we’re seeing the sun 🌞. No going in to work today or tomorrow. Gotta take my car in for its second servicing and a software update. Our dog Roxy thinks she can climb trees to get at the taunting squirrels. Silly dog. So ferocious. Good times. Hope you’re all doing well and getting after it. Be good.