A Bit About Everything

Revisiting The Artist's Way.  I cannot reiterate enough on how important this little book has been to me in my creative journey.  I just read The War of Art by Steven Pressfield as well and I have to say that it is the more direct, kick-in-the-pants approch to The Artist's Way for those of you who aren't ultra comfortable with the touchy-feely attributes of the latter. Creativity has been an unruly beast for me to ride.  I'm blessed/cursed with the "Jack of all trades, master of none" complex of a perpetual lack of focus, which has done more to do me in than self doubt, comparison and overblown ego combined.  Focus is the mystery ingredient, the one we cannot do without if we hope to make any breakthroughs. Without it, we invite stagnation, or like I have done, we wallow in it.  But I aim to put an end to this wallowing and embark on completion of a few short stories.  The idea being, if I can compile a beginning, middle and an end in the shorter forms, I

I still have old keys to houses I never go   Doors closed forever

I only wish my sleep problems had to do with my bed growing elastic legs.  But mostly I have to say that I have a thesis that sleep irregularities are tied completely to hormone distrubution and mood regulation, and that by monitoring one you may be able to prevent or at least monitor disturbances in the other. I mean it makes sense that the triggers and regulators in the hypothalamus would be evenly distributed and related to both mood and sleep in turns, but I have better "evidence" than just hypothesis. When I was very small, I suffered a slew of actual Night Terrors: including but not limited to hallucinations, inability to tell whether I was awake or dreaming, trouble waking up out of particularly terrifying nightmares and trouble falling asleep for fear of falling into this feeling of terror.  I had them all- the hallucination of the astronaut walking on my bedroom wall, the sensation of waking up over and over again but realizing that something was amiss in my b

Score Results: This score shows a definitely impoverished vocabulary. Yikes.  I would like to blame the hit-and-run endorphin-pleasing instant gratification of modern technology for severely diluting my once diverse facility of language, but I'm not sure this is proper or right at this time, for severe sloth could also be attributed to its disintegration. However, in light of these results, I will be returning to the classroom ::whipcrack::. Here we gooooo (Mario voice)....

This is absolutely perfect As far as inspiration for an image that mirrors my lovely character LUK in my current work-in-progress, I couldn't ask for anything more.   I can't tell you much about LUK except that he does like to compose, so the sheet music is a nice touch.  The story is also surreal in nature, so this fits right in. Also, I've been having trouble figuring out what he wears, but this would do quite nicely, though I don't often tell people details about the outfits of characters unless I think they are really important.   Oh Luk.   The divine love I possess for the beauty of your soul far outweighs the desire of my ego to possess it.  

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As seen in the Village Voice: SAGITTARIUS [Nov. 22-Dec. 21] "You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming?  That's where I'll always love you," says Tinkerbell to Peter Pan in J.M. Barries famous story.  Sometime soon, I think you should whisper words like those to a person or animal you love.  You need to bestow and attract the nourishment that comes from expressing extravagant tenderness.  For even better results, add this sweetness from French poet Paul Valery: "I am what is changing secretly in you."  And try this beauty from Walt Whitman: "We were together.  I forget the rest." Are you bawling yet?  Darn you J.M. Barrie, and your crazy story about a flying boy that's irreparably shaped my life to be what it is!  And then it's a one-two punch in my heart following right after.  But I have to say bravo!, horoscope writer.

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I was born on November 23rd, which is known to some as the Day of Irreverence during the Cusp of Revolution.  This particular cusp is the joining between the period of the Sun in which it inhabits the constellation Scorpio, and when in traipses down the road to the archer Sir Sagittarian.  The mythological being associated with the Scorpio-Sagittarian cusp is the Phoenix, and both the Caeltic and Native American "astrological" animals associated with this date line up with the Owl. For this reason, you can expect this blog to contain a lot of 1) Philosophizing and 2) Imbuing the public with my copious Eureka! moments on life, probably realizing I'm more ignorant about most things than I thought, but probably a lot more human than I thought as well.  Hopefully in a good way. But one can never be too sure.  There could be poetry, creative writing, cat pictures and artistic anecdotes. I therefore invite you to read and participate in my outlet as freely as you wish