a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

28 May 2016

Reviewing Becoming A Writer

It seems I am almost always putting myself or signing myself up for classes and courses of different kinds. I am reviewing Becoming A Writer by Dorothea Brande, and I am quite bored with it already, having read it for so many times before. I feel, however, that it is a necessary precursor to my next round on The Artist's Way, which I want to undertake quite alone. I plan to take the TAW Trilogy in succession, so that's 36 weeks total.

I am afraid that I am on the verge of depression. If I can't act, if I can't write, then who am I? I must be doing something creative. Or else I'll be depressed.

After the trilogy I want to continue to The Right To Write and Natalie Goldberg's books, doing one essay a day, but that's nine months ahead. God, help me.

I did invite God into the process this time. God in Christ's terms. God according to the Anointed One. I need help so.
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