Friday

8:49am                       Writing Practice                      58°  Boise

I was wanting to write with my pen this morning but I'll do that tomorrow if I get time. I have company coming to stay the night tomorrow night and I've got some cleaning to do --- an hour this morning and an hour tomorrow morning, maybe a little this evening if I'm not too tired. Denise Godfrey is in town visiting her best friend and she's going to stay with my one night so that I can take her to the airport early Sunday morning. We'll have tomorrow evening to visit and have dinner. I've been wanting to talk to her about creating workshops together. We were a team, I think we could do some good work. I want to see if she still has her powers after the craziness of the past few years. I could sell my house, move to Carson City and she and I could teach healing workshops all over California and Nevada. I know that there are still plenty of people who would be interested in entry level energy work, increasing their psychic skills and who knows what else we could teach together. I know, it's just an idea that has cropped up a few times so now I'll get a chance to talk to her about it, right here in my own house.

Yesterday I went to the studio but spent most of my time making my photos in Waterlogue pictures. I have the idea to print them right on the heavy printer paper and skip the cut and tape step. I could only do the note card size, but I could get 2 up with the good paper, 100 cards per box, that's only 15¢ per card ... not bad at all. The cost per card ready to go would only be about 50¢ total, each. And that would seriously cut down on the labor and handling. Not sure about glitter yet, too soon to tell.

Anyway, I did sit down with my journals for a bit and look for The Pause but as I scanned the pages and read some of the stuff I wrote in my heartbreak, I cried a little even as I purposely kept myself light and skimming. I didn't find it, of course, but I do know that those journals are chock full of material, if I can only think of a way to use it. I think next time, I'll start with the days right after he died and scan from there instead of the random method I used yesterday. I really don't want to go back there and I know I don't have to, but I'm not ready to give up yet on the idea to write a book about this experience. Other moms have done it --- but those moms had more support than I've got. I just heard that in my head. Those moms have husbands and other children, extended family. I've got none of that. I do have another child who apparently can't stand to talk to me.

Well, I'm going to get off a here and get the vacuum out, clean the toilet, get some things done before I meet Pam and Burma at Quinn's, if that plan is even still on. I'll go check e-mails to find out.