Thursday, October 27, 2011

sketching to be added to the Brooklyn Art Library

Getting inspired to get going!!
The 4 of us- me, the mister & the kiddlets are all going to contribute something for this and make it a collaborative effort.
Time to get our artsy minds on!
Where to begin, there's so many ideas & so little time. Actually we have until January 31st to get it done.
We can alter it in anyway but need to have it be the original size & only 1" thick since it'll be travelling around and in the hands of many people.
I'm thinking about making a decoupage for the cover with tissue paper, yay for creativity!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Everyday above ground is a good one

Rest in Peace Richard Shannon Hoon. Your music has helped me with both light and dark times in my life. In tragedy and sadness, happiness comes through. From his music, I have made some of the closest friends, many of who I am proud to call my family.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

another little ditty of writing, it's been a good day for it

Stooped down over her pinewood table, Kathryn looks perplexed. The thoughts of her past swarm through her head while she realizes it might just be better sitting on the cushiony stool. Kathryn is a small stature woman who appears frail yet she has a strong and defined personality. She can be introverted although she tries to make it seem that's not the fact and she doesn't want to admit it. Kathryn attempts to get "chores" done around the cramped place where she resides, yet procrastination creeps into her brain and she continues being positioned on the stool. There are mounds of laundry (both dirty and just newly washed) all about and dirty dishes piled up in the sink, but she continues stewing over her thoughts.
She remembers high school like it was just yesterday, although, it was over 15 years ago. Over time, Kathryn’s memories and ideas from the past are glimpses of happiness yet sorrow all wrapped into one. Some instances are vividly clear, she has lost touch with most of the people she once spent so much time with and partied with constantly. Music on the radio sometimes makes her recall a certain moment- sometimes she is even brought to tears. She wants to reconnect with some of those old friends- what are they doing? Where are they now and what have they made of themselves? She has one of those vivid memories again- sitting on the floor upstairs engulfed in a room with smoke, not from a fire of course. She can see the faces of youth surrounding her for a moment, ah to be so young and irresponsible one more time.
She snaps back into the reality of the moment and realizes that she needs to go get ready for work. She doesn’t picture being a cashier for the rest of her life but for the moment it works and will pay the bills and stop the collection agents from constantly bombarding her with calls.
The melodic tune of Shannon Hoon is blaring in the background while she attempts to no longer procrastinate. Thoughts are playing her mind like the tracks flow out of her stereo system. Her eyes once again well up and she is frozen in the moment of a thought from college. Those were some amazing snippets of memories. Alcohol induced, friendly exchanges, and an attempt to actually get some work done.
She rushes around the 1000 sq foot room that is filled with more nostalgic items that she has collected throughout the years, sifting through the pile of clothing. She hates being late, it’s a good quality in her mind. She just squeaks by with a little time to get things accomplished. But, really sometimes, she just wishes that she could be lazy and hang out and do nothing. Although this is something that could get her in trouble, once not in the so far distance she used to do just that.

short story idea, just something I'm working on

Ryan & Kathryn were out & about in town going to see some friend’s concert & they ran into another friend who really resembled Henry Rollins but his name was really Flint. Kathryn kept wanting to call him Henry but knew well that wasn’t his name. The urge came on strong so she had to bite her lip whenever she said his name. They were taking pictures & all of a sudden a couple of her friends that are in a band appeared out of nowhere & jumped in the picture & have their arms around her and Ryan while she is squished in the middle. The guys say their going to record some new tracks at a secret location and will be back in a few minutes, she thinks this a short amount of time but at the same time it doesn’t seem to phase her. Flint hands Kathryn a pack of cigarettes & says he has to go too and waves at Ryan and they both nod their head. He takes off in the opposite direction. The tour bus is just sitting there idling with the door wide open- she turns to Ryan & whispers to him "we should get on." Without any words, they both give a wink and head up the steps onto the bus. They hide out on it way in the back & all of a sudden the door shuts & starts up. It is meticulously clean, like sparkling, not what you would expect from a rock band traveling around. All of a sudden the bus pulls up to a place neither Kathryn nor Ryan recognize & the door opens again so they nod at one another and both decide to get out. So the two of them climb off the bus & start to argue about something insignificant- pretty much yelling at this point when Kathryn sits down on the curb & lights a cigarette. One by one the guys from their friend’s band come out of a side building. The lead singer, bass player & keyboardist all smile & come over & say for to join them on the bus & that makes Kathryn giggle. The lead singer says he has to ask the driver first- he turns & whispers in her ear "I can't promise anything though" Then the drummer comes out & says he missed us at the show- Kathryn turned & said “ah damn I forgot about that.” Then she goes to turn to yell something out at Ryan when the guitarist comes out and looks right at Kathryn. The two both have big smiles on their faces. She blushes & winks at him continuing smoking & walking in between Ryan & him towards the bus. He is smoking a small cigar type thing & hands it to her & says it’s better than what Kathryn has. It tastes smooth & almost clove like- she turns toward him & he says it's tasty just like her. Then he winks & rubs her cheek- blushing & she accidentally drops it. They continue to the bus & all get on.

been a while

I've neglected to have any posts in over a month. It's been a writing slump. Really there's been nothing out of the norm or fascinating to write about so I just put this on the back burner. Until now, it's time to sit and let my thoughts pour out and enjoyed by others. It's been several months since I've been to any concerts- lack of funds and time tend to get in the way with that. Hopefully soon there'll be some live music in my life again. It fuels me and keeps me going. I have had some vivid strong dreams lately so maybe they'll be some inspiration for writing. The kids are good & in full swing of school, scouts & sports. The mister is still enjoying his job with the Audubon at the sanctuary. I am still unemployed & hopefully something amazing & incredible that brings me joy will fall into my lap- I am hopefull.