Saturday, October 27, 2018

About This Dream I Had (Stuffed Animals)

I think this dream,which included stuffed animals, came to me in September.
This was all about one of my stories - one that combines the fictional life of a young woman becoming an activist and the very real issue of oil pipelines' affect on the environment. The piece has important things to say and deserves to be written well, to be completed, and for me to publish it somehow.

When it comes to working on that story, I've been so inexcusably lazy and have been giving myself a hard time about it. If you wanna know how that relates to stuffed animals, read on.

Monday, October 8, 2018

If You Change Your Life, You Might Exchange Some Friends

As a person evolves over the years, they can't keep all of the exact same friends. Some friends drift away when you no longer have anything in common; maybe those commonalities were flimsy. Some friends can't be kept due to either the other person's issues, yours, or both. Over time, I hope that you can look at your own life and see some patterns. Certain personality traits in others are very attractive to you and serve as magnets. That is sometimes good, sometimes bad, but in the cases I'm referring to here, it’s not only good but kind of a relief.

Not long ago, I found myself looking at just two or three personality traits belonging to some of my friends, specifically two work acquaintances and my longtime pal we’ll call Georgette.

Friday, September 28, 2018

Grandpa and I touched for the first time in 11 years (AKA My First Class in Intuitive Development).

I went to an intuitive development class on Tuesday, September 25, a class held at a spiritual center that I learned about due to being guided there by spirit. 
Those two hours were a good experience, starting with the initial meditation, during which I battled nerves by vividly imagining myself in my grandparents’ backyard. When opening myself up energetically, I did my usual by mentally calling out to my higher self, my grandfather and my spirit guides, though this time I chose to picture myself in a safe place: on Grandma and Puppa’s back deck, sitting near my grandfather.

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Adaptation (Fantasy Exit Strategy Creative Writing Exercise)

On 11/19/12, I wrote something inspired by a Thought Catalog piece. Here's my take:

1.    1.   Run away to Brooklyn for two months. Eat the best food while standing between redheaded sisters and a family of chic, noisy Muslim women. The man in front of you calls home to “Mama” in N’ Orl’ns, talking with his mouth full. Watch a diverse group of loud, confident neighborhood kids argue and tease each other and play basketball with the unspoken knowledge that all their families suffered from the hurricane, and took it in fierce New York stride that you will never really relate to. Crash at a friend of a friend’s tiny apartment, falling asleep on the couch to the sound of a car chase. Try white peach bean paste bon bons. Take countless pictures. Go to a dance battle. Try not to feel too overwhelmed. Do shots with the bartender of the theme bar you like. Go on a few dates with a hardcore Yankees fan with gentle eyes and, as he’s taking you home on the 4, give a subtle nod of understanding to the girl at the other end of the train car – the one who just kissed the back of her boyfriend’s hand. New York has its own magic, and you two, as outsiders and mere mortals, are powerless against it.
2.    2. Two years later, you visit San Francisco.

Tectonic Plates (AKA Goldie Reunion)

So on July 20th, I had my reunion with Goldie. It was predictably anticlimactic. Prepare yourself.

Monday, June 4, 2018

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

About This Dream I Had (Ice Cream)

In February of this year, I had the following dreams:
Using topping guns in an ice cream shop and later watching Matthew Perry entertain in costume.