who, exactly?

First Wild-Flour morning to be unwritten by visits. 1, 2, 3 amazing women & an incredible conversation each. All those times I've written uninterrupted. Why is today the day I can't get past my first stanza? Between "a woman like me needs/a mantra" and "a woman like me needs/ a rosary made of bubbles not beads/ and prayers to pop every one", I was offered guided Kundalini meditation and maybe found an actor to stage my nascent script. All witnessed by local art - this time, Lynne Huras' http://www.sillygoatstudio.ca/

bloody business

Thinking of the platelets bundling along in my arms makes me lonely. Writing's a bloody business.