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My Mantra

My mantra. My life is never as fulfilling as when I follow these three, simple guidelines. #BeIntentional in all that you do, in all that you say, and with every person you know or meet. Step out of your comfort zone, if need be, but reach out and actually mean it when you ask, “How are you doing?” and be willing to listen to the real response. Ask questions and smile; people can sense you actually care and it will lift them up and brighten their day in such beautiful ways. #BeAuthentic at all times; people know when you are…

What I Really Do…

#WhatIReallyDo Full-time writing isn’t always typing and musing…the admin work, website, Etsy, emails, etc, won’t manage themselves. 😉 What does your #WritersLife look like?

I Love Mail

I love mail. No…not like I love chocolate. Or puppies. Love as in I FRICKIN’ LOVE CELLISTS! Thats how much I love getting mail. 🎻 #sodamnsexy Period. And when #TheGodfatherOfInstagram delivers, boy does he deliver. I’m a spoiled writer and I have no problem pimping your work, @eddiecabbage. This man is the real deal. Love you, buddy. Give him a follow and a good time for me. He deserves it more than anybody else. #slothlove #ipimpyoupimpwepimp #ermahgerd #makingitrain #poems and #wordporn

Pop Up Poetry Event: Artists’ Reception at Broadway Coffeehouse

I had the pleasure of being invited to do #PopUpPoetry this Thursday for Broadway Coffeehouse‘s Artists’ Reception, featuring the Friday Artists (showing off their paintings and artwork currently displayed at Broadway) and Branches Company (a local acoustic musician).

This was my first live gig, and can I just say how how humbled and awed I am by how my city is welcoming me with open arms?! Thank you, Salem! It was incredible; the evening had a slow, laid-back pace (rather than the rapid pace I’m used to), but I was grateful for it–I had the opportunity to engage in deeper conversations with the people asking me for custom poetry. We laughed and networked and exchanged stories and business cards. Now this…this is what life should be about–being intentional and authentic with the people around you. Busking is hard, SO hard, but now that I know what I know…I don’t think I can stop. Thank you to everyone who made Thursday night such a wonderful evening for me and for supporting your local artists. Thank you to my dear, dear husband for being the best personal assistant! You made this night seamless for me! See y’all on the streets! (And a special thank you to Eddie Cabbage. I’m the luckiest jedi-in-training in the world!)

Images of Pop Up Poetry pieces are below!

Quote: Gustave Flaubert

Flaubert understood what it meant to be an artist. The definition of a “Creative” has changed drastically since his time…and I’m not too thrilled about it. Good literature is and isn’t dead. #borninthewrongera #beorderly #beoriginal #checkyourself (Handwritten piece by yours truly.)

Simple Math

Life is alive. And it has never felt so good to breathe it in. Blog post to come soon on this very topic. ❤

How Well Do You Hold Your Liquor?

#HowWellDoYouHoldYourLiquor?Well…I hold it very well indeed. I mean…#ThatGripTho #canyouhandlemyhold #cuzican #gripit #gripitgood

Shut Up and Dance with Me

It’s Saturday…Shut up and dance with me! #IDanceLikeNobodysWatching #80sBaby #BringYourAGame #SmoothMoveSaturday

Learning to Relax

Repeat selfie setting, but I don’t care. This is my crazy life and I welcome you into it! What do YOU do to relax? Moving to a new house still sucks. But at least there’s a tub and some wine and plenty of reading material to soothe my muscles and nerves. One of many ways I’m learning to relax during this exciting yet stressful time since writing is on hold. #pruningfordayzzz #bathtubselfie #cotesdurhone #noms #smartwater #freeadvertising

Where to Go, What to Do

As of 8:05 a.m. this morning, I am a free agent. Floating. I have no base. No dock. No boundaries. No limits.

The company I worked for had lost two big clients in a matter of months, and I knew my part-time tech writer position was on the line since business was slow and the revenue had taken a hit. But it was still a shock to have my boss hand me my notice and final paycheck saying I could leave: “There’s no reason for you to stay.”

It was bittersweet. I liked working as a technical writer, and my employers were kind and genuine people who ran a tight ship. I respected them, which made this part even harder. But as I walked to my car, arms clasping the classic banker’s box filled with what meager items I owned at the office, I felt relief. Which excited and scared me at the same time. I felt guilty for being relieved…but guilt was soon mixed with a sense of freedom and adventure; I could finally chase what I have been dreaming of doing for years…I could finally pursue my writing with nothing, nor anyone, to hold me back.

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