The Wright's Right

The mysterious writer of Write Rite Wright Right recently left a comment on my last post. I just love it when nice mysterious people comment. I wonder, do I know them? Or are they going to be a future friend? Its like Christmas morning when you know that the presents are going to be nice.

I went immediately to her blog and found (at this writing) four sweet little posts mostly about writing.

While I don't want to blow her cover, I do want to give her an enthusiastic plug.

Motivated Self Starter

The sense hit me hard today that my life is made up of the myriad little decisions I make in a day. I probably read this on a bumper sticker in Bear Town.

I had a few hours to kill before my next appointment this evening (dinner with the Swedes! I am so blessed) and I was nearly overwhelmed with the options. I could take a bicycle ride in the Baylands. I could spend money I don't have and get coffee and draw. I could go to the library to check CL (something I am obsessing about this month). Even the library had an almost overwhelming number of options. I thought that having no money would narrow it down, but it doesn't. The internet, the stacks-- these jewelled moments are like diamonds in my hand. Its a gorgeous day, even staring out the window would be a lovely thing to do.

I made a choice. I decided to look for more rooms on CL. Now I am blogging. How is this molding my life, I wonder? What kind of person will I be?

Dot.Dot

While surfing the craft wave at Swap-bot, I happened upon a woman named "Jessica" studying architecture (among other things) in Edinburgh, Scotland. She has a groovy blog and if any one out there has any interest history and architecture I highly recommend her.

All the little Annie Lamotts and Donnie Millers

My church just started a temporary blog for the current sermon series on "transformation." All of the churchgoers are invited to participate. I just posted, because I can't stop myself.

I am looking forward to see what people are writing and thinking. I hope that a lot of people who don't normally write will be inspired by the anonymousness of the forum to share honest insights. I contributed something, but now I am having some regret. What I wrote may have been too glib. Churchy words kept floating to my consciousness, like "spiritual," "God," "the Bible says"-- words that when stripped of their context suddenly are meaningless. I felt limited in what I could say, as it is even more public than this blog. Naturally, I should only share things that could uplift others (coincidentally, my oft-forgotten, grand goal for this blog) in language that is general, yet specific, so that a reader could comprehend what I am saying without having to know all my inside jokes and secret codes. I also had to rein in a huge ocean of cynicism, mostly about my own, narcissistic reasons for sharing in a public blog. Here, its unapologetically Camilleland, but there, I have the questionable privilege of putting on my plebeian outfit and joining the ranks.

Constraints are good. I tried to use concrete words (like "pee" and "pirate") and avoid relying on stereotypical revelations. I have been in church my whole life, and I could easily impersonate a Christian if I had to. Being honest is the real challenge. I am trying to read the other posts with an open heart, and not skewer them for using conventional language or bad grammar.