For the rest of the week we are seeing mostly sunny and calm blogs.  If we get a high air pressure system from the north we may see a turn for the worse, but there is only a small percent chance of that. 

Do you ever notice when you put things in action things start to happen.  Sitting on my keester (sp?) doesn’t get me very far.  For instance, though I was sitting during the time, all this blogging I have done has got me an invitation to be part of an U of C study about the internet and blogging.  Perhaps that scientist fellow was right–for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  So is my action of blogging creating this reaction from the UofC?  Your comments?

There are reasons I was an English student. 

Or how about being a writer.  Not only am I interested in writing but also the writing community (of which Calgary’s is very fragmented).  Leif and I are investigating the possibility of starting an open mic/reading event in the city after discovering an amazing little pub near my apartment.  Action and reaction.

When it’s cold outside, I shiver.  Action and reaction.  The circle of life people.  Just watch out for a squall.

The other night at the Daphne Marlatt reading, Daphne said something interesting.  She said, Rhett… No, no.  She said, writers are obsessive.  She thinks we tend to continue to come back to that which obsesses us.  Even if we try to get away from it, it will always pulls us back.  I wonder if that is true?  In some ways, I don’t want it to be.  I want to write about a range of things but–even if I do– at the heart, will it still be about what sits deepest within?  Is this what happens to those authors who only have one great book in them.  I have heard it suggested that Margaret Laurence, after the Manawaka books, had nothing else to write.  Maybe she worked out her obessions or maybe she just had cancer…

I am pretty sure I am obsessive.  I guess I will find out about the rest later.