Last Call for Espresso

That means it's time to go, soon.
Leaving this addicting land of internet.
They're cleaning the floor, so my mocha sort of tastes
like...well actually it tastes exactly like the mochas they make
here, which are delicious.
The cleaner doesn't smell too bad, though
I think maybe it should.
Then they could scoot people out of here and vacuum the carpet
earlier. (I happen to be occupying a corner
that is on carpet, myself.) I understand
their desire though, to be ready to leave not at midnight,
but closer to 11, which is when the doors officially close
at this corner coffee shop. It's all rectangles and squares, here.
All except the coffee.

I still need to write to you and tell you
things you probably didn't need to know.
So I will just abstain from sending it.

In other news:
my hair is ever-longer as the days go by, and finally
the front appears to be long enough that I don't necessarily
have to cut the back to prevent a mullet from growing.
How exciting!

Do you know what else is exciting?
It is springtime. Sort of. Though today was never above 40,
and there was a hailstorm, and my feet have been cold
for the entire duration of the day's exploits,
it is still springtime. And maybe in a few weeks
we will feel it here for more than a brief
April-Fool's Day prank from the weather gods.
(that was especially cruel, what a BEAUTIFUL day April 1st was)

Farewell for now, and good luck.

I had a poem to post today...

It was lovely, written on a (then) new graph-paper notebook
(Not spiral-bound) that I keep in the portfolio cover
My dear friend gave (lent) me last year,
And I wrote the poem quickly, in a calm
Of unresolved emotions. They are also unresolvable.
I wish I could show it to you, and that you would read
Through the tiny words, the big meanings,
and you would then understand that everything
is okay.


My love, always,

"The Bears Are Coming"

Have you heard this song?
I love it. The beat, sounds, words...it's fanstastic!!
Makes me want to dance, anywhere, everywhere...

This blog has undergone many changes over a ridiculously long period of time,
and I expect it
to continue
to change.

The typewriters are coming...

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!?!?

Wondrous things are about to happen.
And here. I think here is a good place for some of them.

We'll have to think up
the divide
b/w
blogs
later perhaps.

<3 and hugs all that wonderful stuff.
You know...

And now, for our feature presentation...

*I wrote this note to myself just a bit ago at work, since I'd previously decided today would be the start-day for my project I mentioned in the last post. The prompts I'm going to use (at least to start out from) for writing everyday are going to be songs for the first 365 days. We'll see what happens after that...anyway. Here I go!*

Take the time to write.
It's a simple thing -- as easy as watching television but more interactive and much more stimulating. You will be pleased with the outcome.
Even if you've not got much to write about, putting pen to paper should be as essential as breathing. It will become so, and you will discover capabilities in the written word you never realized you had before. The blank pages in your notebooks and those sitting next to the typewriter will begin to fill, more and more rapidly, and you will find yourself surrounded in recorded thoughts, useless and usable, and the possibilities and stories will abound through your home and mind and surely, some drafts will emerge.
Drafts leading to submissions leading to publication. You know this process and the satisfaction of rejection and success will only serve to lead you further down this writing rabbit-hole, and so you condemn yourself happily to a life of joy and expression.
The expression of yourself and your ideas through the written word.
The joy of feeling capable to express anything and everything near to exactly as you wish.
This is the beginning.
Good luck.

The idea...

I've had this idea today. Something constant, to keep me on track. Or at least on time, with some singular objective.

Along with this idea I've got this feeling that there isn't a good way to describe what I want to do, because it may not seem important, or even make sense, to anyone else. That's too bad. I'm going to do it anyway.

First I've got to figure out some organization, an order in which to place my year. Oh yes, a year. That's the Second thing, how long I plan this out for. It's such a round, even division of time to encompass this adventure.

Third, I'll have to decide when to start, and it shouldn't be on anyone's birthday.

It will get me writing regularly though, which is the real goal here.

Yes. To write.

Preferably, to write every day.

Soon.

what...what did you say?

ability...
            memory.
     fascination.
                    ==>completion...
                                                reality.

we are thought processes.
                 and dreams, linked
                                     ...tied together.