Give a Bird a Home

Did you know that there are about a half -dozen homeless chickens that have told me that they want to come live with me?  The only problem is, short of installing them in my house (ewww! nasty!), they’ve got no where to live.  How sad is that! Homeless chickens… what is the world coming to?

But the good news is, you can help!  I need about 400.00 dollars to build a good chicken ark (moveable coop), which really isn’t that much compared to all sorts of other coops I’ve looked at buying which generally range from about 800 to several thousand dollars.  And given a couple of good traffic days, if you just donate between a dollar and 5 dollars, I could have my chicken ark capital in less than a week!  So, instead of buying me a cup of coffee, do your part to give my chickens a home!

When it’s finished and delivered, my chicken ark will look much like the one you see below.  I’ve found a local fellow who builds them in his spare time, and so you’ll not only be giving homeless chickens a lovely place to roost, you’ll be supporting an enterprising entrepreneur in a dreadful economy, all for the price of a cup of coffee or two, is that a win-win-win or what?  I think so… click on the button in the sidebar to donate with paypal 😉

UnRemovable Obstacles

I had an “ah ha” moment this morning while finishing my morning pages for the Artist’s Way.  I  was sitting there, trying to write to three pages, and feeling jumpy as all get out because I wanted to be up and cleaning my house.

That’s when it hit me…

dun dun dun

A dirty house is an obstacle to my creativity.

In fact, it could be almost entirely responsible for my lack of blog posts for instance in the last two weeks (well, that and I was on a trip for five days).  I can’t settle down and think about what I want to write about when the house is dirty because it makes me antsy.  But it’s a totally removable obstacle (though as dirty as it is, it seems like an UNmovable obstacle, but I know that isn’t true).

The other obstacle is that I write better in the morning.  Once lunch time has come and I’m in the afternoon, I feel like I should be picture editing or running errands or something.  Somehow the schedule I’m usually on that has been out of whack these last 2-3 weeks gives me permission to write in the morning, but I feel jumpy in the afternoon like I should be doing something else, but then I feel bad because I haven’t written and then don’t want to be doing the things I am doing.

Also a removable obstacle.

I have issues with rebelling against disciplines that I create for myself and enjoy while I’m in them.

Ah well.  I feel a lot like a writer I once read: the things I want to do are the things I don’t do, but I end up doing the things I don’t want to do.  *sigh*

What are UNmovable obstacles to your creativity that might actually be fairly REmovable ones?

My 5 Other Lives

So, I’m doing the Artist’s way for Lent, and one of the assignments for the first week is to answer the question what you would be if you had 5 other lives.  I’ve been thinking and chewing on this and I think the answers so far are:

  • Musician (like in a band, playing rock/country/celtic fusion stuff)
  • Farmer
  • Novelist
  • Chef/Restaurant owner

Part of her whole thing is then, once you’ve identified the answers, what steps can you take to pull some of what you like about the alternate lives into the life you live now?  For the 3 I’ve identified so far, my answers are:

  • Find people in Nashville to jam with (okay, shouldn’t be hard, I live in freakin’ Music City already, and Nashville readers want to jam? I play keys)
  • I started an herb garden last year, and this year we’re more than doubling our garden space and adding more vegetables, and hopefully, adding chickens this spring.
  • I’m signed up for the massive group writing project known as National Novel Writing Month where you try to write 50,000 words in the month of November towards the completion of a novel.  I’m hoping the accountability and deadline will be the jump start I need to get the novel idea that’s been in my head out on paper.
  • And I’ll just keep cooking and having dinner parties on this one I guess.

I didn’t think of anything too out of the box, perhaps because I already explore some of my alternate lives as interests in the main one I’m living now.  Although, I couldn’t think of a fifth one…

What about you? What would you be if you had 5 other lives?  And what should I do with my fifth one?  I’m open to suggestions 😉