The world is bright, shiny and new this fine Saturday morning. Bob and I are taking Emma to our favorite Thrift shops in Monte Vista, we have high hopes to find treasure someone else overlooked. The sun rose over the mountains an hour ago, yet I am just eating breakfast. Why? Because Emma let me sleep in until 8 O'Clock. Beautiful.
I got an email from my long lost niece in Ontario, that's another fantastic way to start the day. A little bit of mystery and intrigue, new stories to unfold.
Speaking of stories.
When is mine going to come together?
I'm a self-pronounced writer that has never written anything. Isn't that absurd?
>SIGH<

mental illness, murder and erotica

Today's theme seemed to be mental illness, murder and erotica. Not altogether, mind you, but separately resurfacing throughout. I cannot discuss mental illness or erotica in this particular post, but I will discuss murder.

A woman was murdered by an axe several weeks ago; her teeth knocked out, she was put in a barrel on a forest service road and lit on fire. This is quite an unusual and unsettling occurrence in our quiet valley... especially disturbing when the number one suspect is someone you had close business ties with a few months ago. This person was becoming increasingly freaky with me, and due to some very serious and blatant MAJOR control-flags that went up, I ceased our business relationship. Now, there is every possibility that this person is innocent of any and all crime. There have been no arrests made as of today's date. But - I can say that every person I know that actually knows him says the same thing, "Well, I can't say I'm surprised, I think he's capable of it."

Wow. Could you imagine having people quite seriously saying they think you could be capable of a brutal murder? I'll say it again, WOW.

I'm glad that my life is moving in an opposite direction than it could be right now...

cloudy days

It seems to me that cloudy days allow for thoughts and feelings to snuggle up warm in my consciousness. With no sunbeams to dispel them, the richness my heart's words are allowed foggy form. I want to delve into my intellect - or someone elses, be it by book or pen or conversation in snow with hot tea. My hands are a tad cold but my brain feels warmed.

I want to exercise my intelligence instead of my intuition. I want to learn Portuguese and Russian, perhaps at the same time. I want to savor the flavor of melted chocolate on cloudy days like today.

It's like the darkness of my template, with words shining through... Something happens for me in the absence of bright light. Something hidden becomes more clear, allowing the deep ocean floor of my soul to dredge up what needs to be dredged. It's comfortable in this setting, like watching the fire at night. What a show.

Turn it out, and watch the world light up.

a beginning...

Although I usually start in the middle of a story, preview the end, and then continue back again with a headstrong start - - - I recognize that there is no possible way to circumnavigate The Blog.

So, here I am, using proper capitalization and everything smart a 'true writer' might think of using. I've acquired some very poor writing habits (like not writing) and it's time to break through and start something meaningful - to myself not least of all.

*and imagine, this is all coming from a broken keyboard. (That'll make me slow down and think. I guess.)