Of course, last time I tried to participate in one of these crazy Write For a Month things I failed miserably. And it ended up destroying my blogging career for two months (see here and here).
But, foolhardy soul that I am, I’ve decide to try and redeem myself by participating in Script Frenzy! The goal: [...]
Where I’m coming from lately:
Human beings are storytellers. Animals communicate all the time. Humans communicate too, all the time. But we have this special thing that we do, in addition to normal, straightforward communication: we tell stories.
There’s something interesting about a story. Telling a story isn’t about communicating a need or desire. We can use [...]
Breakfast was quiet oatmeal, leftover from yesterday, with milk and butter and a single date mixed in. I love oatmeal because:
It is warm.
It is filling.
It is easy to make.
It is simple.
I used to have oatmeal with maple syrup (or other sweetener), cinnamon, coconut, cream/milk, butter, and raisins. Now I usually stick to three additions: milk, [...]
Tagged breakfast, oatmealI’m going to have to take a break from posting here, probably for about a month. At the very latest, I’ll be back on March 22.
The reason: I’m in the middle of two heavy projects right now, and I’ve reached the point in each at which all my resources need to be focused. The two [...]
I was able to play a roleplaying game for the first time in a long time last night. We played Fate, which is a storytelling-oriented RPG. RPGs started with Dungeons and Dragons in the 70s, but I think this relatively new hobby is starting to recognize its own nature as part of the much more [...]
Tagged fate rpg, rpgs, story gamesPrevious: part 2
Currents change in the firmament. Bright paints, melted, they roll together.
She walks on beneath. Red hills begin to spring up. Between the hills, strands of an ancient forest. The trees, not tall, but thick and old, with leaves darkest green. Night light makes them ghost shapes, shadows, without distinction. But she has walked [...]
Young and old
they race for the top of the hill
in silence
save for boots through the grass,
glancing
and smiling
they cling to each other
half sleeping, holding bed’s warmth in
against
the cold of night.
Laughing and skirting they race
for the top of the hill, crying
Dawn breaks through the dewed grass.
There’s a certain exercise that draws me physically towards a house set in a community rather than outside of it. This is a physical draw rather than an emotional or intellectual one. As such, its pull is powerful but low-level, and I can disregard it in my plans and dreams when I want to. It’s still there staring me in the face when I am off my guard, however.
I’m talking about driving. I hate driving.
Tagged community and solitude, drivingI need to think about where I want to live.
There are two desires in me. One is for solitude, the other for community. These are not necessarily conflicting desires.
Tagged community and solitude, where to liveYesterday I experienced enthusiasm!
Perhaps the above statement makes it sound as if I’m incredibly boring or emotionally stunted. Well, I am fairly boring and slightly emotionally stunted, but I do suffer from enthusiasm on a frequent basis. Yesterday just seemed particularly enthusiastic, and I wanted to share it with you.
Enthusiasm Number 1: I spent some [...]