unachicana

I like to write. I had always dreamed of being a writer. I have a creative blog I'm working on in Blogger, which I'm hoping develops into a successful endeavor. It's a work in progress. For now, it's Postmodern Prometheus, and the character is Chirichica. I'm not tech savvy, but am learning as I go along. In researching information on blogging, I came across this site.

I am a poet. By vocation, not profession. Sometimes I read in public, mainly open mic (some people spell that "mike"). I hope to put out a chapbook soon.

I have had jobs, mainly clerical, but never actually developed a profession. I consider myself an artist, pure artist. That is, by vocation, not profession. I don't get paid to do it, but I still do it, it's important to me, and I'm serious about it.

Dropped out of high school. Married at sixteen. Divorced at thirty. Obtained a BA in English from UCBerkeley when I was forty. Took some grad courses in English/Lit at San Francisco State University.

Currently rent a room in my son's apartment in San Francisco. Am thinking of getting a real estate license. I've completed the coursework, just need to take the state exam.

Changes In My Life

Last time I tried to blog here, my computer kept freezing, and after three tries, I gave it up. That was when Poet/Punk Rocker Jim Carroll died, one of my punk poet idols. Instead, I posted as Chirichica on my Postmodern Prometheus blogspot. I felt compelled to respond, to say something about Jim's passing. I Twittered comments, and blogged as my alter ego. I was sad, so very sad, that Jim Carroll died. But he lived hard for a time, and I suppose it caught up with him at sixty....more

Who We Are

I've heard it said, "The choices you make defines who you are." I disagree. I think the opposite is true, that who we are defines the choices we make. If we change, inevitably, so do the choices we make. If we don't like the choices we make, we have to change. Making different choices is evidence of change, a new definition of who we have become, who we are.     ...more

My Snail Pace

I've always been slow. At everything. Snail pace. I think it's because of fear, insecurity, lack of confidence, and my intolerance of being less than perfect, even though I KNOW it takes time to master something, and imperfection is part of the learning process, and that mistakes don't make me a failure, just human. ...more

First Best Friend, Fifty-four Years Later

Several months ago, a cyber-friend invited me to get on Facebook. We met through a grass-roots organization several years ago, exchanging comments on the group's emails. We spoke once over the phone, and we occasionally exchange a personal email. But for the most part, she sends me those forwarded emails that circulate around the net. I read them and delete them. Some are amusing or interesting, but the chain emails claiming dire consequences if I don't participate in continuing the chain annoy me (and I've never trusted them, just seemed something fishy about them). ...more

Emily Dickinson Was My First Hero

Sometimes I stay in my metaphorical writing closet, hiding from the rest of the world. There's a handful of people who know I'm a poet, because I sometimes read in public. I also had a blog on MySpace for about two years, and was gaining readers there. It was a creative blog. I wrote as a fictional character. But I didn't want to be on MySpace anymore, for a variety of reasons, so I closed my account. I returned to my metaphorical closet. ...more

Practice Creating A Hyperlink

In my mid-twenties, I decided to become a vegetarian. My ex-husband had gone fishing, and he when he got home, he put the two fish he caught in the sink. I presume he brought them home in a bucket of water, because they were still alive. They began flapping and thrashing around in the sink. I didn't watch, so I don't know if he slit them open while they were still alive. Knowing my ex, he just might've done that. I refused to cook them, nor did I want to eat them. The vision and sound of their flapping in the sink stayed with me. I decided then and there I would never again eat an animal. ...more

Want To Demystify All This

My experience here at HerBlog has already been very positive. I’m very grateful and excited that I’ve received comments and feedback, and from some incredible and amazing women, no less. ...more

What I Plan To Do Next

 Thought I'd try this "PicApp plug-in" thingy. I think this answers one of the questions I had earlier. Cool. ...more

Wow, thanks so much for the positive feedback! BlogHer rocks! I just got started and already ...more

Some Things I Need To Know

      There is still much I need to know, want to know, about blogging: ...more

This is Romie

I wanted to practice adding an image. Great. I did it. So, I just learned something new. ...more

Hi, Denise. Thank you so much for leaving a comment. Actually, Romie is a she, which ...more