Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!

It's sunny today here in the Puget Sound with a few thin wisps of high cloud and strong breezes. The DH is driving Red Therapy and the wind chimes outside my office are playing a fine tune.

What Kind of Writer Are You?
Pay attention to how you answer that question. What does your body do as you ponder or react to the question? Stomach tighten? Quiver with joy? You may notice that you think one thing while your body says something else. You may think--I'm a good writer or I'm a beginning writer or frustrated writer. Or best selling writer. Or I write paranormal romance or westerns.

In last weekend's workshop, I gave participants a handout that asked each to consider their creative goals. The first consideration was what don't I want to write? This is a good starting place in establishing creative goals and determining what kind of writer you are. What don't you want to write?

Think about that awhile, then write down what you don't want to write. Usually it's easier to know what we don't want than exactly what we do want. I'm betting you'll be able to dash off quite a list of what you don't want to write. And when you do, email me and we'll share with the MMMLOGers. Then we'll move on to the next consideration.

MMMMMMStuff
I'm hip-deep in deadlines. Seems like everything is due June 1. While having deadlines sure beats the alternative, I'm really feeling the need to rearrange, reorganize and repaint my life--that is, my office. I'd also like to do some time in the garden and maybe get out the rice paper and sumi brushes. Yes, I'm feeling an overflowing creative drive to do something active, something different. Think I'll sign the DH and me up for those salsa dance classes. Hooooohaaaa! The DH thinks that he might even be able to find a beat in that music...somewhere. The last time we took dance lessons was in Las Vegas through UNLV continuing ed. Our son was six months old and we tried to learn to swing dance with the son of MMMMMMM between us, because I wouldn't leave the baby with a sitter. I think we only learned the rock step before we threw in towel and quit. We don't have the son along with us these days in our adventures, but he keeps close tabs on us as he can never be sure what craziness MMMMM and the DH are going to get up to. Ahhh, yes, the joys of son torture. Though the son does remind us that eventually there will come a time when he'll be in charge and enjoys threatening MMMMM with Lonely Pines while the DH gets to go to Happy Acres. I guess one of us should change their attitude . . . or go to their room!

A Joke
This was sent to me by an old friend from high school.
WOMEN'S REVENGE
"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished
to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control
for a television set in her purse. "So, do you always carry your TV
remote?" I asked. "No," she replied, " but my husband refused to come
shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do
to him legally."

Ciao, ciao! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmelinda