writing

Rambling Ronni Again Writes About Writing. And Weirdness-slash-Loneliness.

A week or two ago, using (the greatest browser extension ever, imho) F.B. Purity, I decided to hide my facebook newsfeed in its entirety. This may have been a bit of an extreme reaction, but I figured it was more prudent than deleting facebook altogether…and I couldn’t seem to muster up the willpower to just stay off facebook of my own accord.

It’s been great for my sanity. I mean, I still use facebook daily. I’ve posted to The Screenwriter’s Wife facebook page a few times. I’ve gone directly to some of the groups I’m in to read and contribute there, I’ve looked up people by name who’ve popped into my mind. I feel much more in control of the incessant and mind-numbing “noise” I’ve found myself recently subjected to -and that I wrote about in my last Rambling Ronni. Read more…

Rambling Ronni Writes About Writing. And Too Much Information. And Truth?

I’m starting a blog series called “Rambling Ronni”. Here’s the first one. Yes, I ramble the whole time. It’s probably not an easy post to read. You don’t even have to read it and I’ll be ok. But you can read it if you enjoy these types of things, in which case, enjoy! ūüôā

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A little over a week ago, I started writing my very own script. Kind of excited about it, it’s something that only I could write, lol, and fits my personality and who I am exactly…and is something that just needs to be written. I’m like 10 pages into the first draft, but the majority of the whole thing is already structured and outlined in my head. I just have to do it. Read more…

Life. And Death. And Books.

The closest I’ve ever come to understanding death was the moment I gave birth to my first child.

There were no complications, neither I nor the baby were in distress, and my daughter was born perfectly healthy.

Still, in that moment, consumed in the un-medicated haze of labor pains and heavy acceptance of new life leaving my being to form its own – I experienced a profound connection to the intensity of both life and death all at once. Life and death, two journeys we all must pass, inevitably, once at our beginning and once at our end. Read more…

I Can’t Go On. I’ll Go On… And Do Whatever I Can With What I Have

It’s been a summer. The first half of the summer¬†was filled with excitement. Hope. Swelling optimism.¬†A presumption¬†of good times just around the corner.¬† Polishing our script,¬†whittling grand ideas into more accessible coherence. KP going out on promising tv show pitches. Another old project of his also maybe being revived. It was exciting. Things were happening. […] Read more…

The Sound of Silence. Blog Silence.

Hello Blog, my old friend. I’ve come to talk to you again.¬† Because all my thoughts are creeping, Left quiet only when I’m sleeping. And the words,¬†that keep running through my brain Aren’t¬†retained Within this blog of silence.¬† These lofty dreams I hope to own,¬†Neither closer do I roam, Nor the decision to revamp. I […] Read more…

My Grandest Adventure…and A Dabbling Into the Metaphysics of Time

I’ve been feeling rather reflective lately. Lost in the contemplation of the metaphysics of time, both reminiscent of the past and hopeful for the future.¬† I remember being younger and someone explaining to me that time was like a river – that all time is currently flowing, yet all we can experience and know is […] Read more…

Waiting For My Time To Come

The past several weeks over here in the Peck household, KP and I have quietly embarked on a little undertaking. An undertaking I want to share all about in this blog so, so much. An undertaking that is actually not quite so little at all…

But I can’t write about it all yet, because I don’t yet know what to write about it all. What I can tell you already is this: at least over here in this small part of the world, this maybe-little-maybe-big undertaking carries great significance for us. As though it’s exactly where our life’s paths have always been leading us. Read more…