Words

It never fails to amaze me, how a simple sentence, casually written, can hold the weight of a dozen or so years. How in a moment, you can behold something simple, transformed into truth you never intended.

I love words. They are exquisite, trixy creatures, full of mischief and sympathy. Were I anything other than me, I would certainly long to be, a string of characters, forming elegant, simple prose.

The spores! The spores! Close that window or you'll let in the spores!

The air is stale tonight, as though someone has left the windows to the Earth's atmosphere closed up for too long.

My evening's plan to drink some beer and curl up on the couch stopped at one Octoberfest in favor of water, although I wish I had orange juice instead.

I reek of anxiousness. It comes out in my tissues as I blow my nose. When I stand outside, facing the wind, onlookers surely see my eagerness to be swept far away. For all the contentment yesterday brought me, today I am filled with urgency to claim unrealized dreams.

None of this goes beyond subtle discomfort, mind you. The lesson to be learned this year is patience, and my life will not let me get around it. I will feel longing, it seems, and have to learn to work towards tomorrow (or someday) one day at a time.

It is probably fair to say that it is actually act of working towards my goals that makes me even more anxious to see them come to fruition...a good sign, I suppose. I have long neglected my posts here on the blog because let's be honest, there's only so much a person can delve into personal things, and my novel has turned into a memoir/commentary on socioeconomic economic conditions relevant to me and many of my peers. I am cheating on my blog with my book, and it feels quite nice, actually. My apologies - I will make a commitment to popping on with updates a tad more often.

Just as that is said, I am feeling myself inspired to spend some quality time with my mistress, so I must bid you adieu.

Breathe lightly, and for god's sake, someone open a window!

My Glass Slippers

I feel a bit like Cinderella right now. The apartment is mine, until the stroke of 10:30pm, and then, regrettably, I must flee to the safety of my bedroom, dashing so quickly that I leave peace and solitude behind. There they shall lie until I can pick them up again, in another quiet moment, destined to happen eventually, but hope for its quick arrival is fitful at best.

These glass slippers of mine are not uncommon. Many find them and wear them, and are glad when they fit just right. It is not riches that buy them, and no exquisite jewels bedazzle their gentle crests; Instead, they are found only with time, that precious mystery which so governs our lives. Yes, in time, I will walk comfortably in my glass slippers again. Until then, barefoot privacy will have to do.

It's been a day.

My dad had a shirt when I was growing up that said a Pixel is worth a thousand words. Graphics puns are fun, don't you think? Well, since this is pixelated, I will have to agree, and hopefully it will suffice. If you can't make out the text, the key phrase is, "You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help."

New Additions

Here they are, in their internet debut.

Kitten labor services, please be informed that although I will certainly be exploiting these little sweethearts and their adorable faces in MANY photographs, they will never be harmed or disturbed in the process. This gig is rewarded with much love and good food/company.

To everyone else, please meet the most lovely and handsome, Cali and Hobbes.




Hobbes, is the orange tiger stripped (mackerel) tabby, and Cali, his sister, is the grey and brown mackerel tabby, who sports a few golden, calico-esque spots. They are the most recent additions to my life and home, and are little bundles of amusement, joy, and yes, just a little bit of aggravation. Generally speaking though (after only a few days of knowing them), they bring far more joy than stress to life.
Kittens, of course, come with a whole batch of hurdles to tackle. Luckily, Cali and Hobbes, are both taking very well to their litter boxes, and have made a great transition from being essentially feral kittens (living under my dad's deck) to being happy, well adjusted indoor felines. They still tend to shy away a bit when approached to quickly, but Cali loves massages, and Hobbes has been known already to sprawl out and enjoy a good belly-rub. I'm guessing that within the week we'll be on pretty familiar terms.














Tavi, is a big fan of our new friends. Sadly, they come at a time when one of his childhood cats (at home with his mum) may be on the verge of passing away. She is quite old, and has lived a full life...and although its really going to be difficult when she goes, I'm sure it will be peaceful. She is in good hands.

This weekend has been a whirlwind of adjustment...even including a run-in with many ticks. I'm glad to say we've all made it through. Tavi especially had a wild ride - or run, rather, as he participated in the Tough Mudder competition in WI this weekend. He did great...lots of cramps and some beaten up knees, but that's life in a nutshell, right? If you're not sure what Tough Mudder is, definitely check it out here. It is a very impressive course, designed to push participants to their limits. If you're interested, I'm fairly certain there are still plenty of events still open for registration.

That's all for me tonight. I'm beat, and still recovering from a bit of a summer cold.

Stupid summer cold.

Anyone catch THAT reference?

Kitten(s?)

Yeah, that's right. Tomorrow. :)
I couldn't be more excited!

Well, I probably could, with a few more changes...but that's NOT the point.

More to follow shortly!

A Very Brief Introduction

My name is Whimsy.
I am the unlikely daughter of
Prudent and Carefree.
Nights long past gone
Created everything I am,
But nowhere near all that I will be...

On Writing

The story has to come from somewhere.

In the meantime, often the writer feels lost, searching in vast expanses for something entirely intangible, feeling that it will come, but hardly knowing from where or when.

This, quite possibly, is why many great writers turn to journalism. The story presents itself, organically as the world turns in front of them. They must wallow in trenches and hike daunting distances, mind ready to pounce at the hint of any detail worth collecting. Their journey is difficult, certainly, but differs from the quest of a novelist. The novelist requires patience of another suit.

Patience is a tricky thing. And sometimes, it is best to forget about. But other times, a writer must cling to it like the life raft with a slow leak in the middle of the Atlantic that it most assuredly is. Hopefully, in time, a story will pass by, pick them up, and whisk them off to Productivity. If not, then they will drown...and with any luck, that will be an even more interesting bit of inspiration than they had hoped for to begin with.

I am clinging to my raft right now. It is yellow (a color I despise, as it is bad with my complexion, and reminds me of agitation and uncomfortable hunger for things other than what currently are), and although it seems sturdy enough, I know that the sharks of my own mind are circling nearby, waiting for a storm.

This is a good thing, I think - as long as the storm makes it onto the page.



Also, on an unrelated note, I made this in Michigan this weekend. My back is now completely charred as a result. Camping is always a good distraction. :)

Young Eagle

Nothing super special to say today. In fact, I'm rather busy getting ready for Great America with everyone from work tomorrow, and prior to I was working on a personal motion graphics project. Nonetheless, I wanted to keep up with the posting, so here is a photo from Alaska. It was taken outside of Ketchikan, near a Bald Eagle's nest. It is a young Bald Eagle, and you can just start to see a bit of her color coming in (I'm assuming she's female, as the female's are larger than the males, and already this one is quite large).

Enjoy!

Hey, You!

Yeah, you.

If you're reading this, and you enjoy reading this, then I have to ask...are you following my blog yet?

Your answer should be yes. And IF its not, well then you are EVIL. PURE EVIL. People like you make blog writers like me cry ourselves to sleep at night (or really early in the morning, as is often the case).

It's okay though, because this is a wrong that can easily be righted. All you have to do is click "follow" at the upper left corner of this blog, or down at the middle of the right-hand column. From there you choose which existing provider you would like to follow with (google, yahoo, etc.) or simply sign up for blogger yourself. THEN, I can feel appreciated and know that all of this finger exercise is NOT in vain, and YOU can be a good person again. Plus, you'll be making my day, which, is kind of a big thing (almost like hanging your kid's crayon drawing on the fridge).


SO, you know what to do.

That is all.

Thank you! :)