Tag: writing

Wild Dreaming

Some say it’s the darkest before the dawn…the stormiest before the calm…

Domicile disarray abounds around, but I’m feeling introspective and only slightly sentimental on this rainy afternoon. The organizational demands are just going to have to be patient a little while longer, for alas, the writing mode strikes whenever it fancies. Follow me away into…

…a maze of greenery. And a tangled up enchanted opal apple orchard. It’s a wonder one could ever find one’s way out. A last dance in the moonlight with that dashingly handsome man. There’s something about the way he looked that evening. Wild daydream blue eyes. His voice and smile were so familiar, like I’d known him half my life. Enraptured distant memories came to the forefront of my mind, as the large clock on the castle wall sounded an alarmingly loud alarm. Midnight! And it was just getting good. My heart beat swiftly as he kissed my red lips, brushed my hair back from my rosy cheek, and whispered in my ear, “I’ll see you again.” I made it to the door a fraction before the twelfth stroke. Continue reading “Wild Dreaming”

Labyrinth

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange. ~ Inception

It was just another manic Monday of melancholy madness. Except that it wasn’t. It was actually two days in the future. The present can feel like the past when winter merriment gets involved. Ah, the Genesis of a new rotation around the good ol’ Sol. If you and I found ourselves in a conversation post the omega of the most recent full moon, odds are you might find a piece of it woven within this labyrinth of literary lunacy. An idea has been twisting and turning lately. Something I want to create…a belletristic maze within a maze, just so I can revel…nay…get lost in the depth of it. A multi-sensory aesthetic experience.

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Trapped

“A writer is a world trapped inside a person.” ~ Victor Hugo

Those words resonate deep within my soul tonight. It’s relatively uncomplicated for the words to flow, but not so easy to actually open the door to share what’s inside. Will I be understood? A certain level of angst endures. Better to protect my inner world when it feels like the world is closing in. Such is the plight for this introvert. However, I just got out of a trap yoga class, and the novelty of it has placed me in a reflective frame of mind.

Rewind to a certain memory which is often involuntarily on replay…

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The Insufficiency of the Descriptive Means of Expression Known as Words

I have an addiction…to words.  I find myself comfortably in bed.  But then!  A thought comes to me that I must write down.  Or else…alas!  I may forget it by morning.  So…I try not to start writing a story or my thoughts at night, because I would never get any rest.  Words!  Thoughts!  Spinning!  They come so fast.  Fleeting thoughts.  “Give me a pen!”  The words just keep coming.  “Stop!  I need sleep!”  But no.  The words.  They do not heed my request.  If I don’t write them down immediately, I find the words have left me, and I don’t know whether to turn right or left to search for them.  So I guess another name for a writer…is a word chaser. Continue reading “The Insufficiency of the Descriptive Means of Expression Known as Words”

Welcome to My World…

Welcome to my world…the Wonderful World of Randomness!  This was founded by me in March 2008.  I wanted a fun way to connect with my family; well, really I just needed a formal excuse to fill their inboxes with my random (and sometimes ridiculous) writings.  And now…nine years later to the day…Randomness has made a comeback!  But now we are in blog format for the whole world wide web to read. Continue reading “Welcome to My World…”