I used to take this writing class where the instructor would encourage me to write more of what was happening around characters in my stories.
I have this tendency to get swallowed by myself.
Today hovers on the line of day break and twilight, you know those early November days.
The sky is wispy and the leaves are all fallen; it's mostly quiet.
I'm reminded of this strange dream I had this morning were there was a hidden shark infested water hole that our boat had been ship wrecked to. The conditions were very rough but I decided to dive into the cold to retrieve a red canoe that had sunk deep into the dangerous waters.
Throughout my dive, which was not actually shark infested at all, I was delighted to find a secret portal into a dry (but underwater) department store, where I fondled red wedge shoes and delicate fashions from up and coming designers.
When I awoke I was groggy and restless and immediately in search of online affirmation;
realized dreams, you speaking some strange psychological language to me?
And then I looked at job boards and dreamed for hours of working abroad.
November, you are one of those bitch seasons.
I remember many, November, and you always evoke in me plans to escape.
Where to:
Interested in Caribbean islands, specifically Barbados and St Lucia
Italy
St Elsewhere...
The surround of November:
Ian Brown's Boy in the Moon
a book I devour with oily black espresso and a racing mind, this man can write sentences to knock em dead. Gruff Globe reporter, one of the many from the boys club of yore, I bet.
Using leftover applesauce to make butter squash soup
Tasting, hoping, tasting, hoping that it won't end up tasting too fusion-y and dessert-like.
Avoiding bathing dog
Cause he smells like a barn that has a swamp bubbling through the middle of it.
Damn the hose for busting, and damn the damn hot water tap in the upstairs tub for not working because..
Wanting bath of my own
But cannot do that here, not until there is cash abundance.
And yet just last month we thought of so many things to be thankful for:
Laundry laundered, CHK
Flowers and plants watered, CHK
Dinner dreamed of and possible, CHK
Bed linens fresh, CHK
Domesticity mildly adept and steadfast, CHK
Morality " ", CHK
This afternoon it is my quest to do like that Huey Lewis and the News song and...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_BVYgA-ZnM&feature=fvst
Today hovers on the line of day break and twilight, you know those early November days.
The sky is wispy and the leaves are all fallen; it's mostly quiet.
I'm reminded of this strange dream I had this morning were there was a hidden shark infested water hole that our boat had been ship wrecked to. The conditions were very rough but I decided to dive into the cold to retrieve a red canoe that had sunk deep into the dangerous waters.
Throughout my dive, which was not actually shark infested at all, I was delighted to find a secret portal into a dry (but underwater) department store, where I fondled red wedge shoes and delicate fashions from up and coming designers.
When I awoke I was groggy and restless and immediately in search of online affirmation;
realized dreams, you speaking some strange psychological language to me?
And then I looked at job boards and dreamed for hours of working abroad.
November, you are one of those bitch seasons.
I remember many, November, and you always evoke in me plans to escape.
Where to:
Interested in Caribbean islands, specifically Barbados and St Lucia
Italy
St Elsewhere...
The surround of November:
Ian Brown's Boy in the Moon
a book I devour with oily black espresso and a racing mind, this man can write sentences to knock em dead. Gruff Globe reporter, one of the many from the boys club of yore, I bet.
Using leftover applesauce to make butter squash soup
Tasting, hoping, tasting, hoping that it won't end up tasting too fusion-y and dessert-like.
Avoiding bathing dog
Cause he smells like a barn that has a swamp bubbling through the middle of it.
Damn the hose for busting, and damn the damn hot water tap in the upstairs tub for not working because..
Wanting bath of my own
But cannot do that here, not until there is cash abundance.
And yet just last month we thought of so many things to be thankful for:
Laundry laundered, CHK
Flowers and plants watered, CHK
Dinner dreamed of and possible, CHK
Bed linens fresh, CHK
Domesticity mildly adept and steadfast, CHK
Morality " ", CHK
This afternoon it is my quest to do like that Huey Lewis and the News song and...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_BVYgA-ZnM&feature=fvst







