Namaste love tribe
I have been sleeping a lot lately. This isn’t sheerly a depression factor – though that has slightly contributed.
I lucid dream. I have since I was little. Some people argue this is a conscious activity opposed to dream-state, I’ve never really heavily invested myself in the debate.
I usually dream about lovers. Since my latest kicked my face a bit, I’m trying to put myself into a state of less face kicks.
I’m not sure why I end up with so many wanky dudes. It’s beyond me. And while I enjoyed the company of a husband I loved very much for nearly 10 years – the conclusion speaks for itself.
Whatever, that was a long time ago.
The only thing that matters to me – at the end of the day – is forever. The rest are details. Short stories, perhaps. Unless I fall in love, you can’t really write about that.
As far as my writing goes, I’m cleaning up PDF versions of poetry volumes one, two and three. I’m predicting that volume four: the lost files will be available early 2017. Because what else am I doing to do when it starts snowing other than edit?
I have a query letter for my novel that I’m going start to knock around soon. Right now, I’m mainly focussed on being thankful for what I’ve got and doing my writer thing down the street at work.
My emotional state took a caning. Here’s to self care and less face kicks.