currency.

I am at a loss for words for my life.
Everything is so beautiful.
My life seems to be meshing together perfectly.
I've found the perfect balance between my Celtic
and Norse callings. I've found the perfect lady
who puts up with my constant douchebaggery.
somedays my art lacks and my writing flusters.
somedays the wind blows encouraging gusts and
somedays the heat makes it almost too much.
somedays when the moon hangs low, I feel content
somedays, practically everyday I see something
resembling Washington; be it a washingtonstate plate,
a street name, a bracelet at Saver's.

/I should be reading right now, my "mysticism" books
as Soccerboy Kellan would say. Well to you, sir, I say
this [vuvuzela horn]

I don't know if I've ever felt more content and alive in a long time (:

Thiefs.

I have just finished this. In about 5 hours, four consecutively.

I cannot even begin to describe how phenomenal this novel is. She writes from a psychiatrist's perspective about his patient who is a painter and obsessed with a woman, from the 1800's. The psychiatrist goes to find out everything about this woman, his patient and both of their lives. It's like a historical thriller mystery.

She is a brilliantly talented writer. I really, have no words. I don't even feel like I was worthy enough to read this. The Historian blew me away, but this book did way more.
Now, all I want to do is write, for hours, for miles.
It also makes me want to paint and go to museums, and school.

Again, again.

after posting some shit on Faceshit about writing, I'm finally getting around to writing. Everything plays out in my head right as I'm about to fall asleep; then poof.
/gone.


But, I started writing last night, and I'm enjoying it for the most part. It's rough through and through, but this shit's been in my head for years, it needs to get the fuck out. I don't remember when the last time I legit just sat down and wrote, foreverago, I'msure.

But yeah, that's where I'll be.
With hand cramps :D

I too, cannot wait for summer

So along with Kellan, I also cannot wait for summer.
For entirely different reasons. We, being me and Jessi and Britt,
are going to be driving cross country. and oh god. Amazing,
that's all. I've never had such an inspiration for life in
general. And now :D traveling the world, er rather, the united
states will bring so much clarity into my writing c: not to
mention, SENDING POSTCARDS. ftw. Being poor, living free,
embracing life and the earth.

That makes me sound like a crazy pagan hippie D:<
Oh well :D Whilst adventuring, I want to also write letters.
I've been thinking about maybe finally speaking all the things
I write, but I don't know :1 It might be easier in a town full
of strangers I'm likely to never see again.

/continue

i'mleaving livejournal for this shit? what. Alright.

my brain's been triggering itself back into writing.
writing. writing novels that is. my thoughts keep
coming and going like i'm speaking some slam
poetry, but I never write it down. But.
What do people like?

I can write a story, I could write a thousand with
all the shit that plays through in my head. but.
what do people want to hear? what don't they
want to hear? what do they want to read about?
what do you want to read about?