The plan. I am going to write at least 500 words tonight. If I can do this I will allow myself some Mass Effect game time. Trying the work and reward system. This should fill the lonely night.
Come on productiveness!
Tag: Writing
Remembering a Dream
I had a dream last night I cut my hair. I was in the shower and I was just tired with how long it was, how I can’t seem to do anything to it and I wanted a change, something different. So I turned off the shower, step out, and the scissors were right there on the bathroom vanity. I picked them up grabbed a piece of my hair decided on a length and cut. I remember hearing the static of blade cutting through a chunk of hair. I held the hair in my hand. It hung down on either side of my clenched fist. I wondered what I would do with this piece of hair. I looked in the mirror, still holding the cut hair and thought, to short? but, really, I was satisfied. Satisfied I did it and nothing stopped me. It will grow back, I thought. Then my mom was behind me and I asked her if she could finish the job and “make sure the rest comes out somewhat even.” She said, “You could have just made an appointment to get it cut.” I remember thinking, then it would never happen. I woke up.
Funny how this silly GIF of Mulan cutting her hair made me remember that dream.
Hungover
Trapped
You tie me down with your words. Red rubbed deep and blistering pink. Faces with empty stares and deep thoughts. Plans of forever with stitches of light.
I am a coward. I don’t know how to free myself. Limited to walls with the same cracked views.
Thank You Ravenswood Wine
Time to gush about Ravenswood Wine. Not only are their wines amazing but their customer service, even better.
I had to wait to post this because this gift was for someone else and I didn’t want to give away the present! It was more of a replacement gift.
We visited Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma California about two years ago. We tried tasty wines and walked away with their (If I remember correctly) complementarity Ravenswood logo wine glass with the black etching. Sometime after returning from the trip, I was doing the dishes for this person. The glass somehow cracked up the cup portion of the wineglass in the drain board. This person was very nice about it and now the glass just stands on a shelf. I don’t know why I didn’t think of replacing the glass sooner.
On their website you can only purchase their wine. I emailed them and I spoke to Kristin. She was so nice and helpful. I had told her I was in no rush but they shipped it fast and packed the glass well.
I will never touch/wash this person’s new glass. I should have ordered two so I could be better prepared if I crack another one but I know the people at Ravenswood wine are there to help me and my clumsiness.
If you ever get the chance to go to California, visit Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma.
Sunday, Dull Day
Sunday is such a slow day. If you want to do something, you are forced to do nothing.
Drive till it is Monday. The roads filled with few cars. Just speed along looking at the death around you left brown and bare. There is a smell of snow with warm air under the cold breeze. The sound of scurry could be an animal moving the lifeless leaves looking for a green of food or just the wind tricking you. You could be the only life left in this bitter air. Trees have cut off leaves of nutrient and confiscated for themselves. You are cut off from people. You put behind you people and people forget about you.
A Possible Tattoo
I think I finally came up with a possible tattoo idea. I am a happy, smiley person for the most part. I do have a slight problem of being to hard on myself and it is in no particular area. If I make a mistake, I feel I’m not where I should be, I’m late for a very important appointment, or someone looks at me the wrong way. I guess most can say it is the way of a Virgo but I know it is my way. It’s hard to change. It isn’t until I’m not in the moment of beating myself up that I look at myself and laugh or just shake my head at my ridiculousness.
This tattoo could be something to look at in those moments. Calm me, remind me, just bring me back to reality, and point out my craziness. Are you ready?
“Always look on the bright side of life.”
Don’t know where it would go but if you are reading this and you know me you will know I am most likely never getting a tattoo but it’s a nice fantasy I play out and now I’m one step closer.
Hope You Stay Tuned.
That was 2011. I started this blog on Tumblr. Recently I was told by a few peps that I should try a platform that gives readers more interaction. So, I’m back at WordPress. I could have just started a new blog on this day but I couldn’t leave behind my past. I really liked some of the writing I did. It was interesting to re-read all my old posts. The up and downs of life’s jump robe.
Tomorrow (maybe later today) I’ll post (half of) 2012’s Random Thoughts. Don’t think there were to many storys since my blogging skills are not very scheduled. Hope all my new followers, readers, and likers stay tune. Thanks for taking the time.
Running Through My Head
I think this place is stale with distractions. Internet, cable, and me. I think about places I could go and not plug into the world but just my head. But I wonder if place or distractions are the problem. The disappointment when I find out it isn’t any of that. It is me.
Is it time? I have no set schedule. I don’t write in the morning with sleep still in my eye. I don’t let my hands search my inner subconscious. I have been writing almost everyday but there is not set day. No set time. Most of the time it is just for work. Does that make me less of a writer?
I have no person to go to with my writing. Criticism is the hardest thing to take but the thing needed most. I don’t want a writing group I want a literary companion who will tell me my silly grammar mistakes aren’t stupid but easy to fix. Someone I can return the favor to with conversion. I can do that myself. I have fears. I don’t need to be told everyone has the same fears but do I need to hear it. Maybe I could read my stories out loud tripping and stumbling. Listening to someone read their stories worried I may miss something because it is not visual. I can read my stories to myself with the written word in front of me. Not be forced to read my work out loud to someone who will grin and nod but really daydream away. Worst believe someone believes in my writing but shows no interest in what I write.
It isn’t inspiration. Inspiration does visit me. Sometimes it is at the worst moment. Just as I’m laying down to sleep. Dark. The bed is finally warm where I can stretch out of the radiation of heat ball. Words and phrases and sentences start to talk in my head and there is always that moment I think, “I should write this down,” but I think about turning on the light and being closer to awake than asleep and I abandon inspiration. The worst is when the muse tricks me. She makes me believe what I am hearing from my head is genius then I write it all down in a clique mess of words.
I am missing something when I sit down to write. Me.
Writing Challenge
I need a better schedule. Closer to writing everyday. Can’t wait for inspiration. This quotation is what I want to do right now, “What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?” — Anthony Trollope, The Warden, or maybe a cup of tea. First I am going to write something then I am going to reward myself with my book and some sort of treat (coffee, cappuccino, hot chocolate or tea). I feel writing is like that Dorothy Parker quote, “I hate writing, I love having written.” I don’t hate writing. I think I hate the struggle of trying to write something other than nothing. I’m not taking about work writing. That is different. I guess at least I’m writing.
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