I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all of these words
I hear in my mind all of this music
and it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart…
I’m sure you’ve noticed that it’s been quiet lately here at Invincible Summer.
I’ve posted recently about a strange onslaught of music that’s had me at my keyboards for hours a day. I play for five or six hours some days, and then I settle down a little. It’s a wonderful thing, a magical process, taking my creativity in a new direction.
Of course, there’s also the issue of the five-day unwashed pony-tail & the stinky pajamas, lack of vacuuming, and an ethics paper I forgot to write, turned in at the last minute, knowing it was the worst paper I’ve ever written in my long-lived academic career. (Oops!)
There’s also the black eye which I obtained from dropping my iPod on my face (yes, it is possible, but the story is just silly, if mildly embarrassing).
There are the days I accidentally go to class late because I was lying on a couch in a secluded part of the library with my headphones blaring, and the time just got away from me.
You see, I have a lot of growing to do and I’m struck by this muse, and I like her, and I’m following her. (Do you have one? Follow her.) My new keyboard is named Pandora because as soon as I started playing her, she brought out a sort of artistic madness in me, opening a box of endless ideas, beautiful and gritty alike.
So I follow the sounds and do my best to work at time management, which was never my forte in the first place.
I’m telling you all of this because I have some still-semi-secret projects in the works, and I’m shifting my creativity in a new direction.
So, Invincible Summer is changing in major ways. I already have assembled a team of at least three amazing writers (identities forthcoming!), and I am still looking for one or two more. This blog is going to be a group effort, possibly with a URL change to reflect that I’m not the only person writing here anymore.
I’m on hiatus from blogging until (…drum roll…) March 8th, my 33rd birthday! That day, you’ll see the new and revamped Invincible Summer revealed, meet the new tribe, and fall in love with these incredible wordsmiths the way I have.
Meanwhile, if you just can’t stand being without me for that long (I hope you get that it’s a joke. Prosody is so difficult in web-speak), you could always hop on over and grab the new issue of Wild Sister Magazine, where a bunch of crazy-wild-empowered women (including yours truly) wrote all about self-love. It’s seriously one of the most beautiful issues I’ve seen yet; such delicious words this month.
Actually, I’ve been hanging out at the Wild Sisterhood a lot, too. I wish you would join and come hang out with us! I hope you do. I find so much inspiration there.
Anyway–for now let me blow you a kiss & say … see you on March 8th. In the meanwhile, be blessed in a billion ways–like a shower of diamonds.