Category: Muses
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Exuberant Art Lover
The colors glowing from within and along the surface of the glass sculpture mirrored the movement of the glass when it had been created. Flowing, rolling, expanding, curling… twining around itself and then upwards into a dream of the ocean. Not just a single wave, but the entire ocean, frozen in one blue, turquoise and…
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Creativity is an Addiction
I am writing a book that takes all of my creative energy and focus. That means I stopped blogging (a year ago!) so I could concentrate on writing a manuscript. Tonight, I felt the familiar compulsion that grows from the center of my solar plexus and presses against my ribs and if I don’t write…
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To my first love, Richard Hatch
Richard Hatch died yesterday of pancreatic cancer. He was 71. Reading the news, I felt as if I’d lost my first, dearest love. In a way I had. I have loved Richard Hatch since I first saw him on Battlestar Galactica when I was 11 years old in 1978. From the moment I saw his…
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Why I loved Carrie Fisher, and it isn’t because of Princess Leia
As a kid in the 1970’s, I loved Star Wars. But that’s not why I loved Carrie Fisher. To me, Carrie Fisher was more than Princess Leia, an icon from my childhood. She was a strong, outspoken, honest and creative woman. She was a role model. Carrie Fisher was a writer who shared her struggle…
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An Introvert at Burning Man
Dust storms. Non-stop music thumping inside my ears. Flashing, glowing, throbbing neon lights. So much light I can’t see the stars, even though we’re in the high desert where the skies should be black and clear. Hot sunlight bouncing off the white playa and slapping my eyes. The press of sweating, laughing, talking, dancing people all…
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New Orleans at Mardi Gras is a Southern Gothic Tale in Technicolor
New Orleans isn’t a polite princess waiting for you to dote on her; she is a Queen looking for a good time and someone to party with. Life and Death walk hand in hand, and if you say hello, one of them will buy you a drink.
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Muses hate taxes
“I’m bored,” my Muse whines. “When will you be finished?” “Taxes take time. I have to get this right,” I say. “But you’re not doing your taxes yet. You’re just totaling receipts.” “These receipts tell me how much money Medusa’s Muse has earned.” “And lost.” She slumps into a chair. I scowl at her. “Thanks…
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The Ultimate Expression of DIY: Landfill Orchestra
The Ultimate Expression of DIY: Landfill Orchestra My muses are those who find art in their every day world, even if that world is filled with poverty. I am inspired by people who can turn the ordinary into something incredible. This video demonstrates that genius. Click the above link, enjoy, and be inspired.
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Halloween Flyer featuring my favorite muse: Medusa
Why Medusa? Because that’s the name of my book publishing company: Medusa’s Muse. But here’s the question: Who is Medusa’s muse?