Lil Brigid’s Day happiness

My tiny happy tribute to the archetype Brighid, flavored by my own Atheistic Celtic Southern Appalachian brand of spirituality. Come spring! And may the wheel of creative fire spin madly in the hearts of the wild and compassionate children of earth.


Bad Art When You Can’t Write

I’ve started a new policy: don’t get stuck.

If I wake up in the morning dying to get my new ideas on paper but when I sit down I discover they’re not fully gelled, I don’t get to mope.

No moping allowed.

I have to make something. Anything. A bad poem. A terrible painting. Draw a manga version of a possible character. Plant new flowers. Refinish an old chest of drawers. Interpretive dance that terrifies my kids and cats. Stagnation isn’t an option┬ábecause it makes me incredibly anxious and stupid, and even the most generous of plotlines won’t have anything to do with me (and I don’t blame them).

So. Behold my awful watercolor that I’m inexplicably proud of.

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Freeing Up Your Heartspace As a Writer

Over and over, I notice hardworking creative people (myself included) coming up empty in the areas of time and energy for reasons related to misplaced empathy. The act of writing requires the ability to place yourself in someone else’s shoes, so it makes sense that writers might carry it over into our daily lives, too. A good thing.

With the following people, though, I’ve found it’s a problematic habit to give *too* much:

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Magic of internet community and fandoms

My six year old recently got her hair cut. Quite short. It suits her, and it’s completely adorable. For a whole twenty-four hours, she felt like the Queen of Hair Land, and rightly so. Girlfriend was killin’ it!

Then, some little boys at the park teased her, said she “couldn’t be a REAL girl”, and told her she was “too ugly to be a girl”. (Notice the double standard there? Boys can have short hair, and be handsome, but if a girl has short hair she’s *ugly*?) Obviously, this was hurtful.

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