and then...couch

And it's so late! I had meetingmeetingmeetingeaterrandWASHHAIRHOORAYscreeningemails and now. 

speaks of couch, I am taking a psych class. So far there's been a lot of talk on the history of psychology and the politics of psychology and minorities in psychology and poor us women, I take offense. I expect we'll get to the actual psychology at some point. 

I've had a writer's block. I always realize it 2-3 days in and get out of it 1-2 days after that. So you can see that I don't know what to say. I hate winter. I just want to get out of this. I just need to post a thing because it's a Tuesday. 

I'm trying to write greeting cards for submission. I actually bought a hair blow dryer. God, when does this end? 

I do think that Black Warrior Review is finally going tp publish me this time, though. They've never taken this long with a submission. 

Okay I'mma drink lots of water and lots of water and write out of this block. Three rules to writing: quantity, quality, and quantity. You may quote ME on that. 

and then...leaves

My Beta Muse is something special, asking me to spoon his self all night as if it were possible. It's okay what I've got another unique cuddle for us. And where is transition weather? Leaves keep leaving HAH. I had a beef with the sky yesterday, asking aloud why's it doing it's thing getting so dark so early in the day? I've got stuff to do, Sky. I thought the sun and you were best friends! Well I hope that you two work things out soon, I really do. It would be a shame, otherwise. 

I can't imagine living without pets. It's a terrible thing. And what a luxury they are! So why is this post categorized under inspiration?

You should ask yourself how you write, and then answer a million times. I write with my sleeves rolled up. I write standing up. I write with music on. prep-prep-prepostions. I write with blue around my ears. However you want to answer doesn't matter at all, because it means you are writing sentences. Wow, Ayah! What a splendid trick for a writer, to write sentences. You are quite the master! hee.

I have footage of my explaning my drafting process on a tactile level, like what kind of paper I use and how I store notes etc. It's not to be copied because those things are unique entire, but it does show me more official. So I will be editing that footage as soon as possible and putting it up soon.

But ain't the weather been relative pretty? I love the sound of trains a-distant. That is imagination talking. I should take walks again, like. When on a walk you can talk to whose-so-ever that you like. 

My week is grand. 2013 is liking me. Productive instense, but I did cancel a couple of assignment/appointments because I don't want to push it. Prodcutivity is best when it is sustainable, no burn outs. But anyway it was great, I been seeing friends, some old friends, having lovely times outs with peoples, writing lots and doing project and reading magainzes. 

and then...arctic

I'm tired of social statements. Calm down, ladies. Whether it's your body-concealed or your body-revealed, you're using your body as a statement. Ain't helping me much. 

MOVING ON TO THE BETTER, I hope my little country house isn't being robbed, as I'm away again. My "O" key on my keyboard isn't working well. I have to really punch it. O.o punch and punch

I sit across the windows in my cafe, far away from them so that I may see each person as a silhouette. It's beautiful and I'm still trying to do this save-gaze-for-the-husband thing. I sacrifice the sunny light for this. Maybe I'll move sometime. Whatwhat? Rightthearctic.

Arctic. White fluffed immense, how they live in dark cold majestic. Arctic bear, arctic fox, you put arctic in front of a word and it changes the thing. You say arctic at me and I think of whites and greys misty with pastel highlights. Eyes half closed and boysmouths open-a-little. I would take arctic photography artificial. Don't want to get cold but I would take polaroids, so. 

I have a transcript due for Mugglenet today, so I ought to get a go on that. Also I discovered that I love print ads. What lovely gloss-colored things. I'm sorry, posting so short. 

oh look at the Subeetube, gee. heart-fluttered eyes at green walls, light shafting here. mourning became morning, my morning. Adding to the list of thank-God-for