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New Year. New Word.

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. The word resolute just doesn’t work for me. It means, “admirably purposeful, determined and unwavering.” Sheesh. I know that’s what we should all aspire to be, but for me I need a little fun thrown in. And quite frankly, with “resolute” there’s just no wiggle room. Nope. No resolutions for me. But possibilities… Now there’s a word! I like creating New Year’s possibilities! A possibility is, “the state or fact of being likely or possible; likelihood.” And also, “unspecified qualities of a promising nature; potential.”

You see, I know what happens when I’ve tried to make resolutions. Some of them I achieve and some of them I don’t. When I don’t fulfill on a resolution it’s very difficult for me to feel anything except: FAIL. (I’m not alone here, am I?) I’m not up for creating that for my new year.

When I create a possibility though, I’m drafting a road map to a destination to which I’m intending to arrive. We all know how that goes. Sometimes we take a side road due to traffic, or because we’re distracted, or maybe just to see some beautiful scenery, or perhaps to get there quicker, or even to avoid rough road conditions. And breakdowns will occur, so we might need to call in some help or just sit on the side of the road crying a bit. (Yes. Crying.)  Or the whole journey can slow down due to unforeseen circumstances or from things that are just out of our control. (My control freak nightmare.) But if we know we’re still on that path, well… That seems like possibility to me! And then there are  journeys which just go smoothly from start to finish. We can even get to our destination sooner than we thought sometimes, and then have the chance to create something else! That’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby. 

Here’s my New Year’s possibility for 2012: Having Dreams Come True!  And my dreams touch all areas of my life, from my physical, emotional and intellectual well-being, to my finances, where I travel, what I do with my day, who I hang out with. So in 2012 I’m absolutely committed to having dreams come true, both my own and for the people with whom I work and play.

What’s possible for you in 2012?

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You Can Stroke People With Words

I commissioned some jewelery to be made for me recently, by a very talented and creative jewelery artist. She took some of my old jewelery (like a gold rope chain from the ’70s!), melted the metal down and made some very cool new things for me. She and I were sitting in her studio, talking about some of the work she was doing, and she pointed out to me what she referred to as her “desk.” It was a very messy, beautiful work bench, filled with all kinds of fancy little tools, jewelery findings, gold dust, special jewelery making gadgets, magnifying lenses and lights. It was pretty cool.

I mentioned to her that I’m a writer and my life is cluttered with the tools of my trade, too. Besides piles and piles of books and other reading material in every single room of my house, I seem to find words everywhere. I collect words like other people collect Hummel figures or tea towels or whatever people collect these days. I explained how I’m terrible at reading picture books, graphic novels or comics because if there are words on a page I just look at those. I can’t even force myself to notice the pictures. (Ok, that’s a lie. I’ve read and loved every picture book  Kevin Henkes has written. But, you’ll notice that Mr. Henkes puts a lot of words in his pictures! And I was wonderstruck reading an ARC of Brian Selznick’s Wonderstruck, too. But he’s smart and doesn’t put words on the pages with the pictures. Love that!) But I digress. As usual.

As a writer, I find that I trip over words; I brush words off my kitchen table; I load words into the trunk of my car; Words grow in my back garden; I buy words in the grocery store; I punch words into my computer and then words spew out of the printer; I tickle my husband with words; My dogs shit words; Words are in my closets and under my bed; The doctor listens to the words in my chest when I cough; and when I blow my nose out come words.

How about you? Do you find your life cluttered with tools of your trade? Do you have a neat desk?

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