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Today is February 14, 2014. I am alive and well.

I emphasize being well because well was not always the case. I use to spend a great deal of time in hospitals. In and out, in and out every couple of months due to the flare up of my schizophrenia. I have been hospital free now for 6 years, maybe 7. I credit this to the right mix of medications and my determination not to miss out on life. Life can be crushing at times, but after kicking the bricks off there is exquisite peace. Peace the size of a shower stall in which I fit. 

For Valentine’s Day, Guy took me to breakfast, gave me a stuffed bear and a beautiful card with all the right words.

Hope your day is filled with love. Thank you for your readership.

Today is February 11, 2014. I am alive and well.

Gertrude Stein says it takes a long time to become a genius. She believed herself to be one of three geniuses. The other two were Alfred North Whitehead and Picasso. I wonder if I spent enough time in my study, contemplating things and writing in response to the air, if I too could prosper to genius. I doubt it, and if I could I think nothing in my life would change. What changes in life when one becomes a genius? Maybe it’s a silk coat meant to impress someone outside of self. Today, I don’t need reassurance outside my self. I do what I do because I know how to do nothing else….other than watch trashy television….ha. And although I said that I don’t need reassurance, reassurance is always a very nice thing that keeps me going if I am struggling with simply the right word.

Thanks for your readership.

It is February 10, 2014. I am alive and well.

It feels like the trees have tipped south again. I am afraid of foliage laying on barren ground. Am I going to be able to write about myself for another 300 pages? Why would I want to do this? Is writing about the self the same as having a feeling of self importance? I don’t feel self important; I feel, curious. I’m not a writer who knows what I will write before sitting down. And in sitting down, it could be a good twenty minutes before I write a sentence and then get up to stretch. I find myself walking to the kitchen in search of water often. Is this a form of procrastination? I think not. I think it is a brief time in which I can let resonate the sentence or sentences I have just written. 

Thank you for your readership. Here’s toasting another day of inspiration.

Today is February 7, 2014. I am alive and well.

I’ve been reading some old journal entries I wrote in 2006. Do you think it is okay to include journal entries in a memoir? I am  working on my second book. I’m considering including journal entries. I am not whining in any of them, just reporting on my day. When did diary become journal, and are they two different things. I remember writing in my diary when I was 12 about a boy I liked, Charlie. My sister found and read my diary, and then teased me relentless about my crush on Charlie. I threw that diary away and didn’t write another single word for years. Today, I am a poet. I think journal writing uses energy I could have used for a poem. But then I am suppose to be working on my second book….I have been. I am 150 pages in.

Today is February 2, 2014. I am alive and well.

It has been months since I blogged. Quietly went through the holidays which were wonderful. Nothing big, just good cheer. I have recently been reading books about spirituality hoping to develop and learn my own concept of spirituality. Crazy to say that when I finish a book, I immediately forget what it is I read. Ha. I blame the meds for my lack of memory. I am focused when I read. I am engaged when I read. But those two things don’t seem to help me remember. But I can remember psychological thrillers. Ha. What does that say about me!

Hope all is well with you, and that you are looking forward to the new year. Bye for now.

Today is October 21, 2013. I am alive and well.

I had a reading and book signing at Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe, AZ. It could not have gone better!! Even with all the medication I take at night, I couldn’t fall asleep for hours my adrenaline was so pumped up. I thank all that were there for coming. The turn out was great. I so appreciate and love the people in my life. I am truly blessed.

Today is October 11. I am alive and well.

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. Hopefully, you’ve been patient with me. I have had much going on and will write more about it at a later time. I just wanted to use this time to let you know I will be doing a book reading and signing at Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe AZ on October 19th at 7 pm. Hope to see some of you there!

Today is September 9. I am alive and well.

…although a bit nervous. I have a radio interview in a couple of hours with Mary Woods of WestBridge. She will be interviewing me on “One Hour at a Time” which airs on Voice America Health and Wellness channel on the internet.

I haven’t blogged for a long time. Been pretty keyed up with everything that’s happening. Not used to getting so much attention…don’t get me wrong, the attention is great, just mind blowing.

I hope everyone is well. I will commit to blogging sooner than later.

Best,
Kristina

Today is August 4, 2013. I am alive and well.

Alive and well…..with a bit of anxiety. My book is launching soon. I am excited but also scared. I was going to say terrified, but I think that word is a bit strong. Of course, in the book I have relationships with other people. Relationships are not always smooth; sometimes they are challenging, even a bit rocky. I considered how the book might effect people that see themselves in it even though their names have been changed. But I don’t think I considered deeply enough. For a moment I thought that maybe I shouldn’t have written the book. Sigh. Someone reminded me that I am a writer, that is what I do. The same someone has read the galley copy of the book and has said the book is honest and that is important. I will trust them and try to relax. If you ordered the book through Amazon, I believe you will receive it on the 27th of this month. It hits the store on the 1st of September. Soon. Most of the time, I feel exhilarated. These next three weeks will pass quickly, although the clock will remain true; sixty minutes is always sixty minutes, ha.

Today is July 29, 2013. I am alive and well.

It is good to feel alive, and good to feel well. I am glad Guy is not around when I wake up. I’m grouchy before my first two cups of coffee.

excerpt from Mind Without a Home

I want what lies beneath my madness. It is warm there. Thick there. Strong there. It is a place where Guy can rest his weary head on my shoulder, nestling into my long curls. I want the time I touch Guy to always be electric and new. This can be as long as my heart pumps blood to my mind, reminding me that madness is just a temporary thing. Whipped cream on coffee can be skimmed off, leaving coffee full and warm. Guy visits me where the birds dance hearts in the air above. Love and happiness lace my bones like liquor soaking cake.