Actions exist to prove words, not sit in place of them.
Write about what hurts. Write about your fears. Your insecurities. Your passions. The page will never judge you. And ink—accepts.
I met one of the gods of nothing today.
The gods of nothing are the deities of the barely there things that you notice in a moment of distraction, then forget in favor of more riveting objects and agendas. A few examples are the errant strings on an old sweater, 12:02 p.m., a useless staple, and the lines on your spoon that appear once it’s been dipped in cold coffee for too long.
You can speak to them, and sometimes they’ll listen. They tend to ignore you though because they know you’ll forget. And just between us, I don’t think they believe in people all that much, since people don’t believe in them. That’s okay though. I don’t think they’d appreciate wavering faith.
The god I spoke to today was the god in charge of my front door. The path leading there was covered in enough sunshine to shock me, so I asked him if he could perhaps send a cloud to provide a little more shade, while I locked up. He obliged only because I think it annoyed him, too.
I said thank you before I left, even though I knew he wouldn’t respond. It’s important to be polite.
I received a set of owl bookends today. I put them on a metal shelf that has no boards along the sides because the builders didn’t want to waste wood — possibly also because of style. I don’t know much about the art of furniture, but dark (preferably cherry-tinted) wood is expensive, while modern, minimalist designs aren’t, so I use them.
The owls don’t look particularly wise, but they do look as though they hold a lot of secrets, which might count as the same thing depending on your perspective. They bear the weight of all of the heavy hard covers that my other statues — the ravens, the phoenixes, and the krakens — can’t. When I’m seated off to the side, I can sometimes feel them sneaking glances at me. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them suddenly chirped something unexpected.
“We will return these books to you for a modest fee.”
I can imagine their laughter. Hoots and all. I wonder if they laughed the same way during their bubble-wrapped journey to my house? Did they bother the delivery man? I sincerely hope not. He’s stressed enough as it is.
But if they could really talk, I feel as though all they’d do is criticize my taste in furniture (which I’d defend because I’m skint), complain about the constantly shifting temperature, and tell over-inflated stories interspersed with bad jokes. The last one is the worst for me. Because what if I begin to like them?
Amazon has my book up at a crazy price right now. The next in the series is coming out on the 27th, so for those of you that would like to read it, I recommend snagging it while it’s cheap. 🙂
And the world’s got me dizzy again,
You’d think after twenty-two years I’d be used to the spin,
-Conor Oberst, Land Locked Blues
I’m now officially 22 years old. I certainly don’t feel like it. When are people supposed to start feeling like an adult and not some teenage punk that goes to too many concerts and blasts hardcore punk at the wee hours of dawn? Asking for a friend. Because I don’t think she’s ready to give up her piercings or all of the dark clothes she wears. The tattoos are permanent, so there’s nothing to be done about those. I suppose I’ll have to stay a punk forever then, huh? Oh, if only. Someone find me Dorian Gray because I need the creature he sold his soul to pronto.
In other news, yes, my birthday does fall on 7/11. I also can’t believe it. It’s awful. They should offer me a freebie. A drink would be nice. Non-alcoholic is fine. I do enjoy feeling hydrated. (A lot of shocking revelations going on today, I know.)
Lollipops are cool, too. I like blue Gatorade. I don’t trust those conniving bastards that actually know the flavor names by the way. That’s all sorts of wrong.
I look forward to celebrating my Unbirthday tomorrow.
It’s 9 a.m., and I’ve just had another liberal helping of cake. It’s okay though because I haven’t slept yet, so the world isn’t technically new and ready to be reconquered by my boundless enthusiasm. The sun doesn’t do any wonders for those that haven’t rested.
Anyway, I came here to write about how astonishingly easy it is for a single thing to narrow my focus. Birds gather in my backyard every morning (for the nuts in the trees, the chilly lake water, and those seeds in the tiny house that I never clean because I didn’t want it there in the first place). They wear colorful, floofy coats. Sometimes they linger and sit together to enjoy a perfectly sunset-lit pool. The parliaments don’t come out until night with their new sounds and poofy wings — the true kings of the lake and the forest beyond.
Geese also occasionally pass through, especially during the summertime. They chase away everything. If an owl and a goose fought, who would emerge the winner? Owls are merciless predators built to hunt and kill… but geese are bastards with teeth on their tongues. Tough to say honestly.
I wonder if the smaller birds etch notes onto the trees to remind themselves of who they are (because it’s easy to forget) and what to do when the bigger, more terrifying birds come around. I’d like the ability to read them if they did. Maybe they have inside jokes.
I saw someone with a disarming smile, while I was having my morning coffee today. It was on tv (of course) because I don’t make a habit of leaving my house before 12pm if I can help it. No one wants to see a yawning, disheveled mess out on the streets. I don’t need a block full of eyes all holding onto me either. But that’s beside the point.
The point is, the tv people always have such nice grins. They’re so peppy. Here I am, trying to get my life together at 8am, and there they are… all awake and ready to make the tv words. Share your secrets, tv people.
That is all.
I am going to begin an Errant Musings category because I’ve had a few people tell me that the things I think of as ordinary are fairly entertaining to read, so now begins my compilation of them. I’ve placed it under the Writing section on my blog. Honestly, it’ll likely only be updated once or twice a month because of other writing endeavors and sheer laziness to write these things down.
Also, I will be starting a travel section on my blog in the Spring. I’m waiting until then because I’ll be taking a Travel Blogging class during my final undergraduate semester, and I’m sure I’ll need to make a few posts for credit.
Thanks for reading!
I’m back with another life update. Since the world keeps me too busy to post these sort of things all the time, this is a pretty long rant. No hard feelings if you aren’t here for the entire thing. (Also, not so much happens in my life that I can fill out an entire post on the regular.)
I’ve been interning at Gray’s Reef National Marine Sanctuary for a few months now. I’ll be staying there until the end of the year since I decided to extend my internship agreement. I’m not getting paid, so it’s putting a strain on my wallet, but the experience is good and I like everyone I’m working with. They’re all kind and patient with my questions, since I’m an ocean newbie. I’ve been learning a lot about magazine writing, which I still feel like I’m too wordy for. I’m improving though, so there’s that.
With summer almost over, and the new semester about to begin, I’ll be taking up five classes along with my internship (so six in total because the internship counts as class credit.) I doubt there’ll be much time for writing, but I’ve already finished my third book, so I’m not too worried. Taking up more classes also means that I’ll be taking less the following semester, so I’ll have plenty of time for the final book in my series then.
Speaking of novel writing, the second will be coming out at the end of the year. A pre-order link should be available soon. In September maybe. Perhaps earlier depending on when I finally finish editing. I always change quite a bit whenever I do a line edit. They were good words, but not the right ones. Those stubborn things always hide behind these tall and menacing walls whenever I try to get a peek at them. It doesn’t help that when they do decide to shuffle out, it’s very slow and never all at once. Multiple line edits are the result.
I’ve decided to pursue a Master’s degree once I finish up with this one. I’m still deciding between Social Science and Profession Communication and Leadership though. I’m leaning towards the former because I’ll be allowed to pursue a concentration in Political Science like what I’m doing now. The drive time to the school will be far, but it would be worth it.
I’m going to see Rise Against in North Carolina soon. The highlight of my year, honestly. Tim McIlrath is everything. I would love to meet him if possible. I even got a tattoo of their symbol because… well, I’m just like that. I’d like to go on vacation. Maybe even follow them around on a road trip. Unfortunately, there never seems to be enough time (or money) for me to do so.
Lastly, I finished my forearm sleeve. I’ll show it off in a future post if I remember, but simply expressing it here is fine for now.
That’s about it. Until next time.