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chapters. verse. relax.

IMG_6062 Approaching the end of week one of my holiday, I understand why I need at least two weeks off for a segment of life to legitimately be considered “time off”.

Leave  me in the forest for an adequate amount of time… and new words take shape…

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hiding out

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It’s been a hot minute… I’ve been hiding out. I’m actually at the tail-end of yet another IMG_5287hideous break-up. I don’t think relationships ever end well. I cringe when people say, “We aren’t together anymore, but we’re still really close.”

No you aren’t.

If you were once with someone, really with them – you know – in that, “The sun can’t set until I kiss you,” sort of way; it doesn’t end well. Friendships aren’t allowed.

Some people think this is an immature approach. I, on the other hand, think holding onto a has-been relationship just because you shagged someone is immature. Let it go. Move on.

And that is what I continue to do.

My two week holiday of nothing-ness is officially in full effect and I could not be more pleased. There will be short stories on the way – perhaps a poem or two. Considering that I literally have entire days to focus on things like this web-world I’ve built and that book I’m still scribbling, I’m looking forward to a productive time.

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newly impassioned soul

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Today is my last day of the first holiday I’ve had in nearly two years. It’s also my lover’s birthday.

I can’t lie, I worked a bit this week… remotely. I am perpetually baffled by humans still attending offices for means other than meeting attendance in 2013.

I digress…

My holiday concludes with an evening outing in store. Prior to this I have to do boring things like pay rent and wash my hair.

It also concludes with Mumford and Sons… and many novel chapters whooped into shape and form.

Stars hide your fires
These here are my desires
And I will give them up to you this time around
And so I’ll be found
With my stake stuck in this ground
Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul

layers pages feelings oh my

It’s three in the morning on day four of my holiday. Book is keeping me awake.IMG_4970

God I can’t wait for the day to come when I have an editor of my very own.

At the moment I’m reshuffling and rewriting. An issue I’m dealing with is managing how the tone of Novel changes dramatically. This is mainly caused by whatever disruptions in the outside world may have impacted my brain at particular times.

Essentially I’m working on toning up and down different pieces to create a consistent voice. I’m going to bash as much of this out that I can this week. Shortly after, I’m running away for another forest escape. One with no gadgets. It’s important to have gadget-less time.

Watching lightning bugs and listening to crickets is proving to be a superior way to spend a holiday. The puppies have been playing in ponds and prancing through gardens.

My head is filling with ideas, as it often does during extended periods of free-time. Somehow, when you’re employed in the U.S., three days becomes an extended period of time.

I’ll probably write some poetry at some stage and get around to those bloody edits I need to do.

chapter week. green stuff.

IMG_4790Today is Tuesday and I am resisting dipping into holiday mode because work is wild as always and I kind of need to focus.

But next week is chapter week blog family! It is my first full week off in over a year and I’m going to spend the whole thing with my face buried in words aiming to surface with novel. In any event, novel will be closer closer closer.

Then I can focus on other important life things, like a sequel for The Carrier.

In addition to the whole exercise thing that I’ve returned to (again)… I’ve decided to only eat steamed green things this week. This way, next week during my time off – I won’t feel as guilty about gorging on wine, cheese and olives.

I haven’t spent a week at my parents’ house since I first set off on mission alla New York City and hid in their basement between popping in and out of town for interviews, and scribbling down stories.IMG_4805

I remember lying on my bedroom floor when I was seven years old writing my first “book” in a spiral notebook. I’ve written some of my favorite pieces at my parents’ place. So even though the idea of getting away for a couple of days was appealing, finishing this bloody book takes priority. Also, puppies. The forest at my parents’ has rapidly become one of their favorite lands.

And besides, I’m running away to a secret location with boy and puppies 4th of July weekend… oh summer how I missed thee.




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