On bones.

Hi, friends.

I sure didn't intend to disappear for nearly two months, but I didn't purpose not to either. So, there you have it. I forgot to remember. or something.

I have been reading this incredible book called "Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within."  Incredible isn't actually a good enough word. Its been sort of formative for me as a writer. Now, you need to know that calling myself a writer feels like a misnomer. How can someone who writes like she speaks be a writer writer? (Well, Tina Fey blows that theory out of the water. Maybe Mindy Kaling but I haven't given her book a try yet. It just feels like "Diet Tina", but I digress.) I have the distinct privilege of meeting with three other women to discuss this book and it is, in a word, revolutionizing.

So, this book has been wildly educational as well as inspirational. It is designed to read as a manual of sorts. I have absolutely embraced her suggestions for improving the practice of writing and have, thus, spent much more time writing in a journal... with a pen. I have never had the experience, until now, of reading a chapter and finding myself so inspired that I stop reading and practice what it is I was just taught. Yes, I, Kelley Kirker, read a chapter about writing and stopped reading... to WRITE.

Something that resonates deeply in me is her notion that everyone just wants to tell their story and be known (by others and one's self.) Its so basic and so true. Let's face it, 99% of the people reading her book will never go on to be published, much less write the next great American novel. We just want our time here to count. For folks to acknowledge our lives. I have been spending time each evening scratching down my thoughts, musings, poetry, and ramblings. In the last week, there have been some ripe moments. I say ripe because it was almost as though I couldn't keep the words inside. I needed to write and experience freedom because of it. Its as though the burden or joy is too much and if I write it out (experience it in that way), I can free up. Does that sound bonkers?

I drank coffee this morning. Can you tell?

Anyway, Its been a packed year so far. I have a feeling 2012 is going to be a wild ride if January is any indication. I am surprised, grateful and curious all at the same time. I am particularly grateful for the inspiration of WDtB for the sheer outlet of it all. You may find me less of a frequent flyer here as I dedicate some serious time to filling a notebook with physical writing. Still, you are not lucky enough to be rid of me all together. ;)

I hope today is a great day for you.

love,
Kelley

on going places.

Two days ago marked three months in to my 32nd year.

One quarter of the way to 33, you guys. Sure, I love number alliteration as much as the next guy, but I am not racing the calendar on next year's birthday. I never am, really. duh.

So, like most things, it has me pondering what goal I am reaching for. I don't naturally align myself with people who the world would consider are "goal oriented." Those people probably exercise regularly and wonder what to do with all the money they have systematically put aside for things other than faux fur hats at TJ Maxx. (mine rules.)

No, those folks never seemed very... "Kelley Kirker." BUT, aren't they? Because I am really only happy if I am knocking things off a to-do list or one step closer to an accomplishment. The difference between the "goal oriented" and me probably has a lot to do with the caliber of goals being accomplished. I am not hiking Kilimanjaro... I am talking, "eat healthfully for six weeks" or "buy and wear super sexy heels for the Christmas party- no changing into flip flops!" sort of stuff. Still, its not all boring. Its just a goal with training wheels, ya know?

So, since time has insisted on speeding up in the last few years, I have to keep up. I now have 3/4 of the year at my disposal and I intend to make the most of it!

I am feeling the need to reinvent my "30 to 30" tour of 2009. Maybe I do "32 while 32" ha. That way, I am giving myself more time than a month. Whatever it shapes up to be, I need to get to work. You know the scene in Elf (of course you do), when the elves have *just* finished that years' toys and Santa says it is time to get started on next year and they all cheer? Its also when baby Buddy crawls out of Santa's bag. Well, that is how I feel. I have just gotten used to 32 and here I am prepping for 33. Really, I just want to get to work doing things on purpose.

I'm going places, you guys.

I need some input on brand new challenge ideas. Do you have any to offer?

Now, to make the most of this weekend. It will bring the experience of a great day o' volunteering with HelpPortrait, babysitting a tot, another watch of "White Christmas", and spending time with friends. Can't beat it.

xo,
Kelley

Fourth.

Lo, these four years later, this li'l blog is still alive and kickin'. Can you believe it?

Thanks for humoring me and giving two hoots about the musings of a distracted but lively 30-something. Heck, you've *watched* me enter the world of the 30's. I am ready for the next 4. Let's face it, by then, I may just be writing in code or braille to keep it exciting.

Happy Thanksgiving week!

Love,

Kelley