clothed in the hours

…as the moon is void-of-course and it’s a free day for the children (that is, its a free day for the teachers, a free day for the school but not a free day for the parents who have already paid for the day at school, but I digress) I am shunning all duty. I shall wear pyjamas all day if I want to, and the children shall eat cereal and drink chocolate milk. The dishes and laundry and sweeping can wait.

Actually I’ve been looking at some other writer’s blogs – still on my quest to belong to a writer’s community that is accessible and accepting (I’m a member of the Writer’s Centre here but so far I am only receiving newsletters, lovely useful things they are). There are some amazingly productive peeps out there in the world! I suppose I could be too if I didn’t have a million children and spend my small spare time shopping for divine gold sandals as per yesterday. My seven year old writes at least two books a week (I’m serious – they are picture books, words and illustration by Edie Chow Sinclair and self published on the spot) and I am still wondering what I could possibly write about after eleven years at University. (perhaps I am ‘institutionalised’??)

It turns out, also, that there is a Poetry Friday – which leads me to wonder if there is also a Poetry Wednesday, Poetry Tuesday or Poetry Monday? On a Poetry Saturday I’d write Haiku – in honour of Saturn’s rulership of structure and limits and pure form. On Poetry Sunday it would be free verse; Poetry Monday I’d write with Iambic Pentameter. Poetry Friday should definitely be Venusian, erotic and sensual. Poetry by Archetype and astrological rulership.

See where my mind goes?

If anyone out there is reading this and is interested in a season of working through ‘The Artist’s Way’ to get the creative spirit moving – throw me a lifeline!