Sunday, July 29, 2012

The Distance

When I first saw the Sunday Scribblings prompt - distance - my immediate reaction was the 1996 Cake song, The Distance.  Which then took me back to living in Orlando, Florida.

It was my first real job not involving anything to do with food (no cooking, no serving, no cashier, no drive-thru).  I was the accountant for a local music zine, Jam magazine, mainly processing and recording subscription income.  Accounting, not so fun, but working so close to music was a total dream come true!  One of the writers was reviewing Cake's album Fashion Nugget.  I can't remember the guy's name off-hand, just that it was the first and only red-head I'd ever had a crush on.  

So, here you go.  Enjoy some Cake!


Off in the distance

Harley trotted along the gravel covered trail.  The afternoon sun hid behind the towering trees, creating a much appreciated canopy.  The crushed rocks crunched under his paws.  Various smells - pine, soil, grass, citrus - forever changing, repeatedly stole away Harley's attention.  A twig snapped.  He froze.  His ears perked.  His eyes saw a shadowy figure in the distance.  Harley sped off.  Closing in the gap, Harley barked blissfully in response to the familiar smell of cigarettes and peanuts.

"There are you boy!"  The man crouched down, his arms opened wide.

Harley licked his owner's face with ecstatic excitement.   Once again he'd managed to get lost.  One of these days I may not be so lucky, Harley thought.  Need to keep this man on a  leash!

the above was a free-write inspired by the Sunday Scribblings prompt #330 - Distance


Monday, July 23, 2012

Nu Metal, who knew?

Spent the day at a coffee shop working on my YA novel, In Search of Joy, doing character research.  Was looking for various genres of music, and came across nu metal.

Now, first off, I hate "classifications."  Why does everything and everyone need to be shoved into a nice, neat little box?  I always state that I love all good music.  Okay, I admit, even some bad long as it's fun and gets my toes tappin'.  Shuffle on my i-Pod plays rap, grunge, pop, country, alternative, punk, and the list goes on.

On the Wikipedia post, my eyes zoomed in on nu metal's origin: "Rock bands of the 80s and 90s including Faith No More, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jane's Addiction, Tool, Alice in Chains and Rage Against the Machine have been identified as laying groundwork for the development of nu metal...combining aggressive riffs with pop structures and drawing influence from a variety of genres within and outside of heavy metal.  FNM's song Epic is considered by some to be the earliest incarnation of nu metal, with anti-music writing..."

OMG.  I've seen every single one of the bands listed above in concert.  Lived and breathed FNM in high school.  Even met FNM, Rage and Alice.  WoW.

So, I guess it makes sense that I like all kinds of music.  Since nu metal is influenced from a "variety of diverse styles, including electronic, funk, glam, gothic rock, grunge, hardcore punk, hip hop, industrial, jazz, post-punk, symphonic rock and synthpop..." and well a whole bunch of other sub/genres and musical elements.

Goes to show it's not possible to put good music in a clearly defined box.  Because when art is good, it encompasses all influences and passions within that artist.  Just the way it should be.

Express yourself freely, no labels required.


Doggie Advice to Live By


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Billy's Balloon by Don Hertzfeldt

Sometimes you just need to take a break and laugh.




The possibilities are limitless. 

travel 1st class all over the world. put an end to the common cold. have a novel on the NY Times bestseller's list every year. have someone say that I'm their favorite author. speak 3 languages fluently. fall in love. eat chocolate, ice cream, and gummy bears when i want with no guilt. dance to 80s music all night long. fly. climb mt. hood. own a private jet. have a private chef. smile everyday. smile at every stranger. sing at the top of my lungs with the windows open. follow my intuition without question. inspire others by following my dreams. trust in my guides. allow my feelings to flow. face my fears. write. paint. wear neon colors. kiss for hours. connect to my passions thru creation. film documentaries and showcase at Sundance.   

 the above was inspired by Sunday Scribblings: #328 - Limitless 

Let go of limits and see what's possible.

Monday, July 9, 2012

True Love

I have been on a quest
nearly thirty years
to find my true love.
Along my bumpy trail
I've kissed many frogs.
What have I done wrong?
Finally, I realized
to look within, love 
was there all along.

That is the irony
of living a life

The above was inspired by Sunday Scribblings: #327 - tongue in cheek.

Shout out loud, "I am SO in love with myself!" and see if it doesn't make you smile.


Sunday, July 1, 2012

Sunday Scribblings: #326 - Stretch

My furry baby boy jumps off my lap
and lengthens into his favorite downward dog pose.
Every morning the same routine: wake, stretch, meow, eat.


On the first of the month
I pull out my checkbook to pay bills.
As I stare at my new account balance,
my mind races on how I can make every dollar stretch.


Sitting in the coffee shop I struggle
with how to move forward on my novel.
Mental chatter only feeds my fear and doubts.
I reach out for inspiration,
tap into my imagination,
but the words scrawled across my notebook
are a just a big pile of crap.
And my perfection cries "Fraud!" once again.
But the desire inside refuses to quit
and I push the pen once more across the page.
There was a time when I would give up, walk away, give into failure
because my mind and body felt stretched thin.
My soul, however, reminds me I am a writer,
and every day I must allow the journey to begin again.

The above was written in response to Sunday Scribblings prompt.

Stretch beyond your wildest dreams,