Saturday, January 3, 2009

What did you do on friday night?

So Dave and I were sitting there watching reruns of something too bland to register in my cortex, and he did what he does...switched over to the local Christian Station...Sigh...but WAIT! As I listened I heard the most amazing guitarist: Benny Prasad. I was totally blown away by this man's music and the instrument he designed, called a "bentar" - basically it is a guitar with two bongos and a 14 string harp added....he plays all over the guitar and it's amazingly beautiful.

This morning I rambled around on his website to find out a little bit more about him and through his YouTube links, I found him paired up with another guitar great: Phil Keaggy....OH MY LORD! is my sampling for you...peace.

Benny studied in Santa Fe, NM (right up the road) and I had the pleasure two years ago of hearing Phil Keaggy in person. Peace.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Random Blog Generator 101

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Yes, the above photo was edited using whatever generator the budding comic had at his or her disposal. It really is of no consequence to me. I only posted it because it makes me smile. Sometimes the silliest differences in POV spark the greatest divisiveness between individuals...groups...governments...but I'm not in the mood to prostelytize today.

(Tam drops serious convo like it's hot)

So I slept in again this morning until almost dawn and let the spawn snore and drool as long as they desired which automatically gave me time to completely catch up on my marketing for Bethany's Crossing. (Tam pauses for a moment to break into spontaneous gratuitous singing and dancing ala Fame....What a feeling....) Focus, coupled with time is a powerful thing. I have begun to form a legitimate "writer specific" page on blogspot. If you got it, you may as well use it to its fullest capabilities, right? I'm still a tad undecided about multiply. Not sure what I'm doing there these days, maybe I don't have to be "doing" anything...IMAGINE how THAT rubs an anal chick like me. Writers Cafe is another outlier. I'll get to that in a moment.

So after scarfing a few cold pork ribs and a paper bowl of leftover green bean casserole, I've been pondering the complexities of things like why does my refrigerator sound like a deranged cricket on a sleepless summer night, how can the feline sleep with her tongue hanging out and her head twisted at least 240 degrees on her neck, and how come writers cafe ditched their journal option last year - leaving me to feed my blog addictions on multiple sites - yes, focus coupled with time is a powerful thing...

Suffice it to say I've been a bit blocked on the writing front since September of 2008. I can't remember the last poem I wrote or even the last couplet that danced through my dendrites. All the characters in my head are oddly silent and even the urge to purge has disappated like scant dew on sundrenched high desert chamisa. Perhaps it was the toxic blend of politics and anti christian sentiment on multiply. Perhaps it was an odd decline in reader comments at Writers Cafe...perhaps it was hormonal. I really don't know. But only I and my Creator can fix it and that is my intent.

Let's face it. I'm a blogger and blogging is as much a form of writing as anything else one might spill across the flickering screen. This amalgamation of verbs and nouns and random punctuation marks sometimes actually provides fodder for that stuff some of you consider "real writing" By giving up my daily "diversion" I've managed to cap the creative flow.

So...The Tamsters back and that includes ye old Writers' Cafe. I WILL be posting something daily and I'm not concerned whether its AMAZING and PROFOUND. There are plenty of prophets and preachers and politcal pundits out there...I'm just PEOPLE. Real, raw sometimes lacking in couth. Sometimes a bit naive. Sometimes just plain ole school stoopid. But I am. You know, if not for my little "blogging diversion" Bethany's Crossing would not exist. I never would have finished'm picking up my keyboard for my daily dumping. You've been warned.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

All's Quiet on New Year's Day...NOT

I think I slept in longer than I have in years today, after staying up last night long enough to welcome the new year with a few friends and family. What was left of the morning was spent slurping corned beef hash and oohing and ahhing at the Rose Parade floats. I then spent most of the afternoon rambling about on the bandwidth doing my "free marketing" of Bethany's Crossing. I've posted the link for the book in over a hundred different blog pages over the past few weeks. It's a tad tedious but my publisher highly recommends it and since its a Joint Venture, I'm expected to do my part.
I've thought about posting the kitschy, lofty, unattainable list of resolutions. Like so many of you I endeavor to read the whole Bible forty times, memorizing a bazillion elements of key scripture (directly from the Hebrew and Greek texts, after I learn to read Hebrew and Greek) there's the committment to fasting and prayer which will last about twenty minutes on Sunday morning before my stomach EATS my spine and my mind wanders off on a tangent. Oh and that size twelve pair of jeans in the bottom of my closet...and the green suede mini that hasn't graced my hindparts (not even ONE THIGH) since 1994...I'm gonna own that look March, right? And let's top it by being nice to my family, my boss, other drivers on the road, not cursing (I'll start that one tomorrow) and totally squelching the creeping insanity hormonal changes are bringing into my life. Oh yes, I almost forgot. In my spare time, since I'm totally giving up TV, I'll finish my second book, write at least fifty poems and get 12 poems published. Yeah.
Funny thing is, when I woke up to this new year, with this new my bathroom mirror was the same old double chinned, graying chick, whose heart has been skittering in her chest all day....the weariness palpable, and that gnaw in my soul - I'm tired of symptoms. I'm tired of obligations. I'm tired the struggle. All the external lists and plans and goals mean nothing if the girl inside can't get a grip. And that is the real resolution this year. I want myself back. My faith, my sense of hope...I want that all back. It's mine. and now more than ever as the world spins faster and faster....I need it.
I wish the same for you.