Wednesday, January 23, 2013

in absentia

I have been conspicuously absent from my little bloggy thing lately.  I know.   I am one of those weird people whose blogging and writing do not complement each other.   I have been writing like a fucking animal.  Sticking it on my blog and clicking "publish?" Not so much.

Most of my writing now is writing for a purpose, for a specific market, with a specific goal in mind, most of which require exclusive publishing rights.

And I am rabidly selfish with my real writing.  Not the prompt thingies or whatever.  But my real writing.  Unless I am submitting it somewhere, only a few peeps are allowed to read it.  If it is anything I may even consider publishing one day, it will not end up on my blog.  Sometimes I will post a quote here and there, and then I get itchy and uncomfortable and I will hurry to delete it. 

I never claimed to be normal. 

So.  That is why I have been absent.  I go through spells, don't I?

Writing spells.
Blogging spells.
Thinking spells.
Spells.

Introspective ones.
Okay, they are all different versions of introspection.
Nary an ounce of me lives on the outside. 

It's like my body is a refrigerator box with windows cut out of it, and my 6-year-old self is lying in ambush for the next puddle to jump into. 

Okay, more like a microwave box.  Gimme a fucking break.

Anyway. 

Puddles.

I like them.

I also like grocery carts.  I get in trouble sometimes for riding them, but I have discovered that the earlier in the morning you go to the store, the less they care if you ride the carts down the aisles.  I even sang really loud last time and no one said anything to me!  I know, right??

I like singing, too.  Especially in the car when no one is listening.  I sing best with Natalie Merchant and Stevie Nicks.  They're in my range.  I can rock Bob Seger, too.  And Metallica.  James is such a badass.

Does anyone besides me even TRY to sing along with Enya when no one is listening?  I mean, I know it's a logical impossibility.  But still, I can fucking pretend, right?!

 Here's one of my faves since I was a kid.  I know most people will hear a song like this and think it's incredibly boring.  It's such a simple song.

- Was a cactus blooming there as you watched the native boy?  In a Flagstaff trailer court, you wrote the line, "He kicked a tumbleweed and his mother called him home, where the Arizona moon met the Arizona sun." -

Probably one of my favorite lines in the history of songs.

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2 comments:

  1. Ha! I thought I was the only stingy one with her "real" writing. I do the same thing. Stevie Nicks is the shit!!!

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  2. Back when I was a teenager, I had a vacation job, working in a supermarket. in the evenings, after they closed and I had to return unpurchased items to the shelves, I used to ride the carts through the aisles.

    Good times.

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