Now tell me, what's going on in your life? And don't forget to visit the sinners hanging out in The Confessional.
This morning, I dropped my mini-laptop! The cord wrapped around my leg and I pulled it off my nightstand. Now, the screen is not displaying correctly. *Sadness* Guess I'll be sending it back to Lenovo so they can repair it. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Yesterday afternoon, I signed divorce papers. The divorce is far from final, but this was a big step toward ending our eight-year marriage.
It's been a tough few days, despite a really nice Halloween. And that's been a perfect description of this time: great joys tinged with deep sadness.
Dear friend Cindy gave me a card with this quote:
A woman is like a tea bag -- you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.
Still don't know why I decided to do the Poetic Asides Poem-a-Day Challenge, other than I am writing again. Maybe my most productive months for poetry are April and November so I'm going with it.
Also, I'm ready to deal with whatever may come out of the writing process. I've never used writing as catharsis but clearly this is where I'm at. Who knows what will come out of this somewhat fruitful time; I'm thankful you're coming along for the ride. Yesterday's poem is the first poem I've written in a long time that is almost in its exact form. Once I got going, the writing was automatic. It felt great.
All last week, I worked with the publisher to get Underlife ready for print. It went to print at the end of the week! I feel like I'm in labor; although, the due date is not until the end of November.
My to do list is downright scary. Too scary to deal with today.
Is living well really the best revenge? Is it better than epoxying pennies to the hood of one's car? I'm just asking.