Making Plans, Settling Plans…
I have no words this week.
I’m more or less the most thrilled I have been in a long time. I live a fairly thrifty lifestyle. Most of my clothing is handmade, I scour the dollar store for oddities, and I keep technology long past it’s prime. None of this bothers me, living my life [...]
Slow Moving Processes
I.
Last week or so, Ley discussed the external, the set-up, the before-hand motion of work. It got me thinking. Thinking about all the put together things and places I exist in, the way writing happens before it actually happens. In my bed. In this desk chair. In that shower. It got me thinking that what [...]
Pink Tassel Fan Club
I’ve been getting strange looks all week.
“You want to go home and do what?”
“You actually like that stuff?”
“Really?”
Yes. Maybe I have to say it a bit louder, a bit stronger. Maybe I have to ground my feet into the ground and put my hands on my waist and maybe, just maybe I have to wear [...]
Evolution.
I’ve spent a week in a cocoon of perpetual sickness, infected and listening to Lady Gaga on repeat. Reading and cataloging my books on Good Reads. Drinking tea and eating small. Minimal. Trying to keep everything minimal.
I picked up a journal and ripped out it’s insides. They are for taking apart and putting back [...]
Oh, Why I Am a Writer
Sometimes, I like to take note from my partners in crime. Today this post idea comes from Lorelle of Phoenix Rising, based on her post, “Why I Want to Be a Writer“.
I have never not written.
I will never not write.
I have an obsession with all the places I have yet to be. An obsession [...]
