#goodmorning Tomorrow will be the 100th day I am married to a dead person. Some Buddhists think this matters. Me, I do not know. I cannot seem to stop writing about it. Every day is different. My heart hurts. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning If you are serious about getting rid of blood (or coffee), you will require cold water. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning She refuses to haunt me. Fine. I will figure out how to haunt her. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Sleep is a luxury as rare as an opal as a stage of grief. Carpe diem as a stage of grief. I cannot even as a stage of grief. Defenestration as a stage of grief. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning We were smooth rocks in a 26-year tumbler. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Bitchmuse is the mud the lotus of truth and vulnerability grows in. The part I see is only the bloom. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning In samadhi, the IRS does not exist, not even as a hungry ghost.* #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Bitchmuse is the squeak of my grandparents' shoes, back and forth on polished tiles, during their nightly after-dinner walk and talk. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Bitchmuse is a portal I can walk through, unless I am trampled by the noise of incoming traffic. (No brakes.) #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning It's good I never had children because I probably would have named them Ballad, Elegy, Haiku, Rondel, Sonnet, Sestina, Tanka, and Villanelle. I probably would have adopted or fostered to use all the names. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Bodhi wakes me at 4:30 am by sitting on my head. Then she rolls around on my head as if my scalp is made of catnip. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Nowadays, the hearse that carries off your beloved dead is a white panel van, a van that looks like a particularly well maintained vehicle of the kind associated with kidnapping children. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning DREAM: I take a ball from this fresh box of balls. (Everyone gets a box. No one knows who sent it or how many balls we'll get.) Each ball is a story, which we give away as many times as we need to, until it is fully told. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning #writersky #booksky #amwriting Pink Cynthia is afraid of being afraid of being afraid.

Which bits of marketing will my lucky potential agent and publisher do, and which will I be expected to do? #writersky #booksky #writingcommunity #amqueryig #literary #writer #agent

#goodmorning This is no scrimmage. Or everything is scrimmage. Or it is glib scrimmage and does not count. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning DREAM: I offer people rides on my Feelings Zamboni, which resembles a smaller model of a Borg ship. People who ride it love it, even though the Feelings Zamboni always consumes them. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning #writersky #booksky #amwriting I start to discover Bitchmuse: > Bitchmuse comes to me as a cat. > Bitchmuse is interested but maintains Her distance. > Bitchmuse pierces my struggling heart with curiosity.

#goodmorning #writersky #booksky #amwriting No, YOU tell ME. What does this note mean: ceasefire vs silent treatment --> fully exhale

#goodmorning Manjusri rises from a puddle of tiger eye beads. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning What if I gather pebbles and rocks from a Puget Sound beach and dump enough of them to make a difference on a sandy Oregon beach? #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning #writersky #booksky #amwriting My heart ends up on the floor next to my narrow bed. The floor is already slick with spilt neediness. My heart looks charred and smells like a lake-caught trout, gutted and roasting over the fire.

#goodmorning I count, but not with numbers. I am liminal. I am transition. I literally feel your pain, which explains the "no" of me. #writersky #booksky #amwriting (It is blowing sand.)

#goodmorning Is story an illusion? Is there a hidden version that is not an illusion? Whom does this story belong to? Is dreaming a form of story? Is a koan a story designed to see beyond the story? Are dreams koans? #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning I have lost my anchor. I am without an astrolabe to show me where I am going. I am lost but calm and sad and curious to find out what is true here. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Belatedly I realize this is not "panic." This is Pink Cynthia trying to get out the other side of me. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Our current exoskeletons of thought and tech produce literary anorexia. So we who cook with words and story are left with mounds of delicious leftovers, which go cold, then rot. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning I got burning answers. You got any burning questions? #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Shadow eater follows in your literal footsteps, erasing where you've been and what you've done. A blessed monster. A sanitation/sanity worker. #writersky #booksky #amwriting

#goodmorning Because it's rude not to, we said hello to Ocean during our friends' visit. Ocean noticed and turned pearly teal. She rolled her waves so pale light shone through. #writersky #booksky #amwriting Almost but not quite the color: