I‘m a stress-face case right now and have no intention of being human. I owe things. Writing. Shit needs to get done. Which means I can’t post about LOST (though holy love spuds that’s some good drugs right there), and I can’t make a banana refrigerator cake with cream cheese frosting (even though I just did).
I need to wake up, get the kids dressed, fed, make lunches, hit the J, kiss hug, kiss hug again, then I need to sweat (even though I feel guilty exercising when I have so much work to do!). Then, then I need coffeecrack. And I need to write, hard. And long. With 5 minute breaks to check email and pee. And I need to double negative my way through it; I need to not stop writing at all, not until I get through an act. Even if it’s a bad act. I need to power through it. So, please forgive my lack of action. I’m juggling three writing projects, plus this fine Greek Tragedy world, and mama needs to focus on one thing at a time. So I leave you with two things… the new featured content gallery on this here blog (which changes daily), and loverly iphone photos I took today in my neighborhood.
I adore overcast days where the day feels moody and colors seem to have their own pulse. Especially when that pulse is purple. I also adore walking around my neighborhood, looking at the different homes, imagining the lives being lived in them, what they keep in their pantry, which rooms they’ve christened. I love imagining the lives lived behind walls, the secret stories, family secrets, and all we keep hidden from our neighbors, relying on our manicured lawns to tell the story we want people to hear.