Friday, September 16, 2016

Pagan Festival, Clothing and SnapChat

My moon sister took a little trip towards the mountains. Luckily for us city dwellers, the drive to beautiful nature is only a couple of hours away, give or take where you plan to stop. Sedona is said to be powerful. It has vortexes. My brother had a friend that was part of a vortex cult. I would like to have gone up with them to meditate.

My moon sister found a super special store with a peace sign on it. She showed me the pictures and I have to admit that I also find this store intriguing. She mentioned she bought me a skirt, but I have to wait for our trip to Tuscon for the Pagan Festival before I can see it. I'm so excited because I love skirts. I'm trying to really let go of all the clothes I have, but I just can't let go of these skirts. I'm so excited to have a new one to wear.

My cousin introduced me to snapchat. I've been having fun making faces and taking the still photo of them. I'm still trying to figure it out. I'm at such a basic level. I know when we were in Las Vegas with a group of caravan folk, everyone was using snapchat. I wish I had the video of Emory playing the air drums. He was having such a good time.

I've been going through my closet and finding it easier and easier to get rid of things. I'm not sure what happened, but something inside me is alright with letting things go, at least for the time being. I imagine having very little and eventually getting to backpack like I've always dreamed of doing.


Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Spells, Teas and Writing

I've been avoiding all my favorite shop stops, but I went to Target with Emory. It's one of my favorite stores to shop at, but it's hard getting out of my head space. I become hypersensitive being in society and everything starts to bother me; be it in my head or real. I'm glad we did stop in. The fall back-to-school clothes are all 1970's prints and styles. I was so excited, I bought a dress, then video chatted my mom to tell her how much I loved the styles.

So, I went back with my mom and found a few more things I liked, but it was late at night and though the store was open until 11:00 p.m., I was exhausted and had as much as I could take with society. As much as I appreciate the people in my life, I also wish they could understand my faults when it comes to being surrounded by society.

Sunday was so much fun! I went to visit my group of like minded, spiritual people. Among all the oils and herbs, I made a roll on scent to help with my psyche. I want to practice out of body exploration. Two of the guys in my group have gone to this place that has hydro-isolation pods. We're thinking about doing it, but we both want to plan out our music log and what we want to focus on while in the pods.

My friend made me a wax candle with scented oils and he made me a bag of "dream" tea. I have no idea what's in it, but he said it will help with the 3rd eye. My moon sister has the same tea; however, she's waiting for me to try it first. I told her I would tonight. A new member of our group brought us beautiful feathers, sea shells and ocean water. It was such a nice gift.

The weather is changing. I went out this morning to do sun salutations to the solar deity, sky clad of course, and came back indoors with a few mosquito bites. 


Working through the structure class and I'm a little behind so I need to rush and catch up in the next couple of days. I'm seeing a lot of plot holes, so I appreciate all the feedback I'm getting.

Currently no plans for NaNoWriMo this year.

Thursday, September 08, 2016

Fremont Street Las Vegas and Writing

It's been a while, though I've needed the break to sort through a great deal of things going on.

I went to Las Vegas for my brother-in-law's birthday and it was so much fun. We stayed at Treasure Island and during the day, we hung out at the pool. The water in the big pool was actually cold and the hot tub wasn't that warm. The day was hot, so we went between the two, cooling off in the big pool and for my achy body, the hot tub.

We did a lot of walking. I think my favorite place was Fremont Street. The light show overhead was nice and then we had all the street performers and a live band. My sister-in-law went to get drinks and brought me back a Hurricane, which I think was mostly liquor. We did so much dancing, but in the end, my brother-in-law never wanted to zipline over Fremont. There are two lines so one you can do sitting and the other is connected to your back so you feel like you're flying.

Fremont Las Vegas

I did a little shopping. I found a shirt that had a funny comment about drinking wine, which wine is my drink of choice. Our second to last day, everyone did their own thing. Emory and I found some hot cinnamon candy for my uncle. We had a particularly not so great breakfast that morning. There are so many places to eat, so we won't be doing that again and the wait staff didn't have a sense of humor. It brings the mood down when people around you aren't happy.

Writing Update:

Working through a online writing class with some of my writer friends from meet up. I'm getting a lot of great feed back. I'm also feeling more my self lately, so I'm hoping to do more writing here. :)

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Bataphobia, Back to School and Writing

Back to School is back at my favorite shopping locations. I like going through and seeing if there is anything new out that I really want. Just a few years ago, the backpack phase ended. I still liked looking at backpacks and feeling like I needed them, but now I keep all my notebooks and pens in a little cloth bag. I love cloth bags. I have 2 backpacks that I won’t be getting rid of because they were gifts from my grandparents and now that I’ve lost one, all the gifts mean that much more.

A few years ago, I had an animal flash drive, but I lost it a year ago when I was taking a dialogue class at the community college. I keep looking for super cute little flash drives, but I haven’t seen any last year or this year. I don’t need notebooks right now. I sort of found a bunch for super cheap and now the paper is turning yellow because I have more notebooks than I can use in the next couple of years.

As a writer, one would think that would never be possible, but I’ve been typing more than handwriting and that just happened in the last 6 months. We picked up a few extra items on our trip through the store, to give to the fire fighters who were collecting back to school items for charity.

Emory made homemade donuts. He said his mother use to do this when he was a child. He spent more time in the kitchen than I have and he’s so witty when it comes to quick snacks. We had donuts and whip cream covered berries for dinner. I love being an adult. 

Writing Update:

Getting ready to start a writing program with some writer friends. There are a few outlines I need to fill out.

Met with my artist, but not for the writing front. She was getting married and we were invited as one of the six witnesses. It was a great, private event, downtown... but Emory had to drive, because I actually will admit, I have bataphobia: fear of tall buildings. 

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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Minimal Lifestyle and Writing

My uncle came over to look at the plants I grew out of season. He’s a plant whisperer. He said that my plants wouldn’t make it through the July heat and so far, I’ve lost 2 of the saplings. They wilted so badly by the time I got home from work that I couldn’t save them. I brought two of the smaller plants back into the house. The others prospered having a few extra days indoors while they got their 3rd set of leaves, so that’s what I’m hoping.

The houses around us survived this July 4th. Emory and I won’t forget being startled awake by an explosion in 2015 because people threw away their fireworks without thoroughly wetting them. It took a year, but the two houses affected by the explosion are finally rebuilt. The neighborhood is again cute and quiet. I’ll miss this location when we finally move on.

I have some family and friends who are trying out the minimal lifestyle. I’m going to be trying it out too, which is crazy for me, because I’m a collector. My mom is a lifelong collector and she recently started letting things go. It’s not easy. I’m staring at my Sailor Moon posters that I bought when I was sixteen. Let’s also include my other Sailor Moon merchandise and I think, “Can I really part with this?” I should be able too, but every time I think I can, something inside me twists. So I might have to peel that Band-Aid off and do it, or I need to keep them and stop worrying that I might be way too immature for my age.  The other things I’ve kept from my childhood; Disney snow globes, unicorn figurines and pictures, Hello Kitty lamp and comic books. In truth, I don’t see my future self being able to part with very much.

Writing Update:

Urban Fantasy: 4,612 words on the first draft. I’m currently picking my way through scenes since I hardly outline. Some issues so far, weak subplot. Cool points: really feeling out some new characters I want to introduce and later have their own stories. I’m introducing a character in this that I wrote in an original story that I posted on a freebie site. It had some great hits. People liked my little alien vs. vampires story. I took that down, but I want to recycle the super cool character that I fell in love with. Right now, I think he’s going to be more like Edward the bounty hunter from Laurel K. Hamilton’s stories, where he sort of shows up, kicks butt and disappears. He’s cool when he’s there, you never forget about him and you wonder when he’ll be back. That’s what I’m aiming for.

Her Bloody Assassin book 2:  32/131 pages edited so far. I have a few new ideas for a subplot that I need to weave in. That means I’ll have to edit it again, but I expected as much a few weeks ago. I love my assassin. Something about dysfunctional characters makes writing a lot of fun. Right now, he’s been told he’s going to have to fight to kill (blood sport), and he hasn’t fought for nearly a decade. Talk about stress

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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Plants and AZ Heat

It hit 118 degrees out here in Arizona. I put my new sprouted plants outside for an hour and decided to bring them back in the house. They are doing really well, but my uncle told me that they won’t survive the summer. I’ll have to be okay with that. I’m not. I actually feel like a mother and I can’t stand to watch them die. My herbs barely sprouted and I put them outside in a shaded area and they were dead within hours. Not doing that again, mostly, because I’m really attached to these little sprouts.

Since they are indoors, they keep growing towards the window. I’ve been rotating them so their stems stay sturdy and hopefully upright. It’s been touch and go with them, but 7 sprouted and so far I’ve kept all 7 alive and transplanted into something a little bigger. My uncle said I need 5 gallon pots for them, but I don’t have room in my house for those and I don’t want to put them outdoors. He’s right. The sun will kill them. I grew them out of season and now I have to deal with it. I have an eighth sprout, but I have no idea what it is. It might be the only basil plant to survive the first accidental sun killing.

Due to the sun, my garden is now dead and brittle. Nadine has a rule about cutting things. You can’t do it during certain months, which I think covers everything between June-September, but I’d like to clear a few things out of the yard that I have no interest in taking care of.  Also, Typo keeps getting in the garden and she triggers my allergies. 

I’m working on downsizing. I am hoping to get down to 100 items that I really want to keep and maybe 100 items that are necessary. It’s funny, because so much of this is stuff I’ve recently brought home. I’m a lot like my dad. I find things I think are super cool and next thing I know, I own it. I brought home an ice cream maker a little bit ago. I took it to the commune so they could play with it, but we set it up for them and in the long run, the ice cream was over churned. They let me try it and I couldn’t even swallow it. It wouldn’t melt on my tongue, but the commune said they ate it any way. These people are a hoot.

There are tents popping up all over town getting ready to sell fireworks for July 4th. It's too hot to be thinking about walking through a tent, even if it's open on all sides. You can feel the heat radiating up from the sidewalk. 

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Guitar Blisters, Javelinas and Writing Freebie Stories

My fingers feel blistered. That's from practicing electric guitar for the past week. It look down at them, expecting to see water bubbles, but it's just my skin. How strange that is. It's numb, like the tips have lost all sense of feeling. I wonder if that's what it's like for octopus and their suckers.

I'm not sleeping again. I went to bed around midnight, woke up at three am and then slept from four am to six pm. I'm thinking about going garage sell hunting. A couple of weeks ago, I found an ice cream maker for $3 and bought it. It was dusty from sitting in someone's garage and out here in AZ, the garages get super hot, like cars, and can still ruin things. Emory plugged it in and it works. The commune wants me to come over with it, since my brother has his children, plus the commune peeps went on and on about homemade ice cream. I wonder if I should just drop it off over there and take the really young kids shopping with me.

This weekend is Litha. My girlfriend is spending the two days cooking. She gave me a list of all that she is making, but I can hardly remember that list now. It sounds exciting. The only thing I've really wanted all week was brownies, though I am starting to crave sugar cookies. To note on the same topic, my seeds are finally growing. My sage and lavender died. I'll have to go to Trader Joe's and get plants that were already sprouted. These seeds I had for a while and I was going to give them to Farmer Bill, but meh! I decided to plant them myself. EXCITING! I can't believe they are doing so incredibly well in just a handful of days. Nothing else was really growing for me

Younger Family of AZ Javelinas

I would like to play video games this weekend, but I'm in the middle of working on a few projects I owe to my webbie friends. I can't express the amount of gratitude I have towards them and the warm energy they give me through their words, excitement and constant support. So I need to finish those projects for them asap.

Another picture before I go.

Lesson 101: Learn how to properly hold guitar. :)

I'm at the commune in Scottsdale learning guitar from a seasoned player.

All my love my friends! Hope you keep visiting! I'm getting the coolest countries coming through this weblog of mine and I want to reach out and say, I appreciate you coming through and sharing my culture!

Bye my Nerdy Birds, (for now) XOXO