I am sticking my big toe back in to the blob-o-sphere. The prospect of doing it, the whole creative writing process thing, feels heavy, but I need to just jam it right up in there. My big toe, I mean. Kind of a gross way to put it, but it's always good to start out with disgusting imagery.
I have been reading more, so first a quickie list of recent reads:
Motherless Brooklyn
Sheltering Sky
What's on deck: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, The Spectator Bird
Just added to my Wishlist: How to Eat Supper, Raising Cain
Other than XM radio, my life is still fairly devoid of music. Movies however are finally making a comeback in the form of rentals from Blockbuster and DVDs from the library. (NetFlix had to go -- it's for people that actually watch movies instead of just propping the red envelope up against the TV for six months. Used to be I forgot which movie we had because I couldn't keep up with our dynamic, ever changing queue, but by the end, it was because it had been so long since we received it in the first place.)
In terms of creativity, I am getting that vicariously through SouleMama. Perhaps that's why I finally logged in to Typepad today and started blowing out the cobwebs.
On my drive to work, I frequently assemble a mental list of things to Google when my workday gets slow. Here is today's list: