Sundays at Starbucks

It's hard to imagine that I have been have #CreativeConversations every week since 2011.  At first our meetings were in person and they weren't necessarily weekly, but we did meet and when we did it was usually for more than an hour, but we got stuff done.  We wrote.  We chatted about writing.  It was glorious.  Then my "writing partner" (I love saying that, it makes me sound like a real writer) moved, yet we still met, thank goodness for the age of the internet and Skype.  We kept to our weekly schedule, only diverging from it when one of us was travelling or had a gig.  We were awesome. Although I don't think I've ever actually finished a piece of writing, I was writing for at lease 20 minutes on Sundays.  Which, when you think of it is kinda weird.  

We would start our calls with catching up on our week's and seeing what the other had accomplished (writing or not) and then do some sort of writing exercise that I had found or we would talk through any problems that came up for us, then we would write.  Skype windows open, each writing silently (or sometimes not depending what was on iTunes).  I would set my timer for 20 minutes and we would go.  I would usually distract myself with something else, saying I was doing research on the internet and then get caught up in the minute details, of say a name and it's origin, and before you knew it the timer would be going off.  Most days we agreed to go for another 15 minutes because "I just need to finish this brilliant thought", then the timer would ring again.  We would stop, feeling inspired and accomplished and read our latest masterpiece to each other.  No judgments or suggestions, just questions of what drew me in and what I wanted to know or about. 

Throughout the years, we have made moves and travelled, yet still met.  Our priorities have changed, yet I still revel in my now Sunday morning meetings that are set in my Google calendar with no ending date.  We don't write anymore, because some of our priorities have become clearer thanks to these meetings, but we meet none the less.  We celebrate each other's weekly accomplishments and keep fingers crossed for each other's amazing opportunities that are occuring that week.  

I found myself thinking deeply about this friendship this week and how fortunate I am.  I was thinking of friendships past and present and how they evolve.  How does one define a best friend and why?  I still consider my roommate from college my best friend, yet I haven't spoken to her in a year, except for the odd "LIKE" on Facebook and brief Messenger conversations.  I have to stop myself from sending buying those break-apart "best friend" novelty items, because I don't know our "BFF Status".  That was Best Friends Forever, wasn't it? 

Does that still make her my best friend?  I also still consider a friend from high school a very close friend, yet our relationship is even less than my best friend's.  Yet, I love my writing partner and have never thought of it as a best friendship, yet by my teen definition she would be. 

As an adult woman do you still have a bestie?  Let me know in the comments below.

'til next time

Morning Wogs

Another day, another run. 2 days in a row, I have left the house for a wog (walk/jog, since my toes are sprained and all this exercise causes my back to seize), audio book in my ears and my mind slowing churning up ideas.  This week's book is Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.  

As I wog, ideas and thoughts come in and float out of my head as I try to figure out how to hold on to them until I get home.  

Usually when I leave the house, I debate whether to bring a notebook or not, since by my Paul Frank Crying Tiger notebook won't fit in my pocket.  I bought the notebooks years ago in an attempt to always carry one with me to never miss those glimmers of inspirations.  I say notebooks, because after working for a Young Playwrights Workshop one summer and sitting in with the kids as they listened to successful writers I knew I needed to do this.  The playwright, Larissa Fasthorse, was telling the kids that the she carries a particular style of notebook with her at all times, me, and when she finishes one, she can keep them all neat and tidy.  I loved this!  I'm all about neat and tidy, so when I found a cool looking notebook, on sale, I bought 4 of them.  I blame my inner thrifty hoarder for this purchase. Thinking I could easily fill these little bricks in no time.  I am currently on book 2 of 4, with 2/3 of the pages filled and a whole lotta year left to go.  I thought each book would be filled within months, but book 2 was started in 2014.  I rarely look back at the notes, but when I do, it makes me smile to think of the brilliance that I can spout and it makes me want to write more.  But back to my wog.

I don't bring a notebook because my pockets are already filled.  I carry my iPhone 6plus so I can take pictures for my daily Instagram, my 5th generation ipod that is filled with all my audio books, keys and some cash so I can pick up a coffee on my way home.  My pockets bulge with tech.  I tried to bring my iPhone 4 yesterday since it's smaller, but heavy and the pictures weren't as awesome as I wanted.  I also have an Apple Shuffle, that would replace my ipod, thats I want to try next but I 'm not sure it will help.

So every morning I wrestle with this problem. Too much tech. I remember the days when I would just head out the door in shorts and a tshirt and run.  Now I have my Garmin pedometer on my wrist, a Dryfit visor to keep the sun off my face, sunglasses, a baby fanny pack to hold my keys and money and if I'm lucky some type of media player, and my phone that I carry in my hand, because, well it ginormous.   And now that I am a couch surfing nomad, I am trying to reduce my tech footprint even more.  Not because I don't love it, but because it gets heavy carrying that crap around and trying to get through security all the time, forget about all the different cables and wires I need for each piece and all the electricity I need to run it.  The environmentalist in me, that I thought died long ago, pops his head in and reminds me again of simpler times.

How do I solve this problem?   Endless hours are lost online, searching for the perfect solution for me. Distracting me from the real issue. Figuring out what this new life of mine is supposed to be. Figuring out what to do next in life.  After listening to all these audio books, it has helped me realize that this is a new opportunity and I should embrace it, not fight it.  It is life helping figure this shtuff out. Finally a sign from the universe.  I don't know where my head is right now.  It is filled with constant noise and chatter.  Being a nomad means sometimes being alone, so I have a lot of conversations with myself.  Sometimes you have to be still and listen and trust.  Something I have a hard time doing and all these conversations with myself is helping me figure out why.

So these daily wogs are helping clear my brain as well as making me want to write it all out.  Blog about it.  Because in all my online queries, I am always hoping I find a kindred spirit that has gone through this before.  But people don't seem to want to share their struggle, because it's not pretty. I like the ugly.  No one ever wants to see it or talk about.  I'm not meaning to be a downer.  This is the shtuff, this is real life, and yes it can be happy.

'til next time

Caramel in the crockpot

If you're a reader of my blog, you know I like me some caramel. I am finally going to try this recipe. I've read that people stopped posting a similar recipe because of the danger of the can exploding. But I remember making this in home-ec, and everyone survived. So fingers crossed, know that there is potential danger lurking in this recipe.

I'm making this recipe for my "Last Supper" party, where each person brings what they would want as their last meal. The last time I attended such a party, I brought triple chocolate brownie.& They turned out gooey, and you definitely needed a tall glass of milk to accompany it. For my party, I'm going to make frybread, and offer a selection of homemade jam but also the option of powdered sugar and caramel.

1 can sweetened condensed milk

Place the can of sweetened condensed milk in your crockpot and cover it with water. Be sure there is about 1 inch of water over the can.
Cook on high for 4 hours.
Turn off the crockpot after 4 hours and allow the can to cool completely.
Open and serve!!

Stay hungry my friend!