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...wood

I saw a fox this morning in the woods! Hoo-ray

Happy New Year to all and thank God the 2012 is over. Am I right, eh? eh?

I am actually in a cabin at the woods. Slopes make steepness. 

Oh look it's holiday and here I am loyal, still doing my Tuesday update like must-ness. Last night I found a crime special on boys-molested so of course I'm watching wide eyed and note-taking, when Beta Muse has his head in my shoulder, whining-like, and I changed the channel. S'alright baby, and so ends 2012. Had one goal what I didn't meet, and it's the first deadline that I haven't met. Eat that, agency-what-rejected-me. 

Let's hope for acceptance this year, eh? My people, family, publishers. I've still got something in the queue for Writer's Digest. A story about Catholic boy who's got Pica Syndrome, or a story about Nick-the-Novelist, or both. I can't remember because my notebook with all the lists of what's where for what publication isn't in the cabin. 

My first project for this year besides the usual Cope Syndrome is to design a cover or covers for Elementia. It's a lit mag what's got a grant. I decided on a nautical theme with a living alphabet. The mag is having like a promo-event that I probably can't make, but if I can, then I want to perform a thing. I don't know what to call it, exactly, besides by it's title what I'm not revealing. It's like slam but it's not.

I need a giant box. I will write SOAP on it. That is all and love at you!

and then...riff

I'm sorry this is late, like. I'm hitting the bed for a nap after, on account of my not feeling well. 

Alan's a deer, precious lovely duct tap-ed mouth and drumsticks swinging! Have you ever seen a happy happier? 

Writer's tip of the day: get a cat. Mine is a stromcloud called Kish-Mish. I'd only be a little allergic to him except he drools all over me. He drools when he's happy, it's weird. And he's a fierce cuddler.

Speaking of cuddling, I search it like a nut. I now know all the ins and outs of cuddles. How to cuddle, types of cuddles, etc. I like knowing the comforting things. And comfort-without makes worry. I get cautious constant of all the creeps. I know cops by name by now. You don't mess with me. I've got a mace and more. I think all anyone wants is acceptance and love and respect and safety. Pain and fear are the worst things, like. Maybe it's all the Dr. Phil what I've been watching while ill. It's got me scared out of my mind. 

Dear men,

Stop hurting us.

Love, 

women

I've got meself a new planner. It's pocket-lacking (dangit)! but otherwise perfect. 

Happy holidays everyone. And happy new year. I'm sure I don't just speak for myself when I say that 2012 has been a challenging one. Here's to a better future!

but hey hearts beat repeating for love anew. Pictures on loop. Boys-imagine tumble drastic, as if off a cliff riffriffriff.