I have a special night planned for my husband on Valentine’s night, but it’s a secret, so I can’t divulge any more here. Suffice to say, it’s very Valentiney. There is a distinct possibility that I could write what I’ve planned and he won’t find out anyway, because he probably doesn’t read my blog.
I’ll be taking a retreat in March called Art Trek, a program that helps parents learn just enough about art to teach our kids in their schools for Parent Participation. The retreat is held at the Old Mission in Santa Barbara, which I’ve heard is a beautiful spot for contemplating life and art and all things inspirational. There, I will be doing Life Drawing, Mosaic Tile, Acrylic Painting, Stone Sculpting, Watercolor, and Gourd Work among other things. Maybe it will give me a new way of approaching my creative writing, and make the right side of my brain come alive!
A fellow Spanish student has requested I give her a copy of my screenplay (who hasn’t written a screenplay in LA?) because her daughter wants to become an agent. Maybe within the next decade, as she makes her ascent in the business world, I’ll go along with her? I haven’t given up on writing, as I will be attending a meeting for a well-established (read: old) writer’s group called Southwest Manuscripters. I pity the people who will be editing or slamming the chapters I write for Grow Your Own.
I have a poem for anyone who’s interested. It’s by William Butler Yeats, and it’s one of my favorites:
I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.