I have been unusually neglectful of The Paper Teapot of
late. My work life, private life and
sleep deprivation are preventing me from being my best self, my creative
self. I even sat down the other night
with a glass of wine and attempted to write a poem that has been nagging me since
I was in the thick of the crowd at the Blue Rodeo concert (which was
amazing!). I tried working it out and
ended up writing another new poem that reading it back now I see is absolute
trash. It seems I have lost my groove
again. Darn. The timing couldn’t be worse with two
characters waiting in the wings. They
aren’t talking to me I think because I am not fully present and am instead
distracted by those pesky things called numbers and details and worry for a
family member. I haven’t been sleeping
well but I do try keep busy and productive in other ways even though I’m not
creating: reading, letter/postcard writing/concerts/artist dates.
I have some things to do today but later my goal is to
reconstruct the sucky poem to make it something worth posting. I was successful in acquiring some new
stationary that is fun and I can’t wait to use it all up so there’s an excuse
to go buy more. I found Duly Noted again
after they moved from Quinpool Road downtown to Brenton Street. That is a good thing! I also bought a new pen and it was used on a
giant pile of mail anxiously awaiting the mail man tomorrow. It was a peaceful thing, amassing that pile,
destined for a few special mailboxes.
Friday night I ended a rather long work week with an
excellent triple bill of rock ‘n’ roll at the Seahorse Tavern: The Navy Brats, Adam Baldwin Band and
Gloryhound. I was content to be in the
underground, sweating out the week’s toxins with a gaggle of rock-heads. My ears were happy to be full of noise other
than ringing phones and my self-loathing while trying dearly not to make
mistakes while learning new tasks. The
Navy Brats in particular were outstanding.
Organic, from the gut, honest rock fodder. I loved them and will keep my eyes open for
any future shows to attend. I really
loved watching Adam Baldwin whip the crowd into shape with his set. I also loved looking around and watching
faces in the crowd belting out the lyrics of his original material that can be
found on his recently released ep. And
then there was Gloryhoud, back home after working on their new record on the
west coast. We are always happy to have
them home to rock us and they never disappoint. I fell into my bed content and filled up with
the goodness that comes from a solid rock event. Music is a good healer.
Oh and I almost forgot.
I ordered myself some fun business-like cards for writing last
night. My uber talented photographer
friend Shelley Wyman (be sure to google her and peek at her work) posted on
Facebook about her order and hers were stunning. She designed her own but I opted for a design
that was available on the site for my first try and will work on something else
for the next time. I ordered a pack of
50 with a few different designs. They
contain my contact info and blog website.
You know they do come in handy when you meet someone who is also an
artist. It happened to me one night when
I was at The Carleton. I got talking to
someone at the bar and either of us had anything appropriate to swap and
instead wrote website addresses on bar napkins.
This will rectify that issue. I
thought about it then, making business-like cards and Shelley’s post kicked my
arse to get ‘er done. Now I wait
patiently for my order to arrive in the mail.
Pleased as punch and look forward to seeing them.
I have blogs to catch up on, a poem to fix and a new
story to write plus a handwritten review for Ruthie since she sent me a copy of
her latest work. I look forward to
tucking in and offering my thoughts much like she did with Town &
Country. I felt so proud of my efforts
on that story after reading her response.
I am happy the work resonated and I also love that my circle are seeing
themselves in the women I wrote about.
They grew upward from the love, influence and impact my friends have on
me. Friends are electric and should be
celebrated, the true friends that find their way to you. They are the reason magic exists and that is
worth putting into words. Even if it is
through the worlds and wisdoms of fictional characters.
Coffee is gone, CD has long since ended. Time for me to face this Sunday and make it
matter.
In propinquity,
Nic
