Kick Drum Heart


Brisk

I want to go outside and take a walk. Despite the cooler air and rainy disposition of the weather, it’s still gorgeous and I feel like gardening. The chapter we had to read for Brendan’s book club talked about gardening. And Jarrett Stevens’ yellow Lab.

I miss my yellow Lab. Sweet fat Potter.

Oh well and the drizzle makes me melancholy.

I just finished my Frankennotes and they are sixteen pages long. Well, it’s a college course. She asked for my thoughts, and I gave them to her.

I have a headache. And yes, this is all pointless rambling but I really crave home right now and blogging is as close as I’m going to get until three. Assuming Nickolas can stay after. But my eyes are tired and my head is throbbing and like a little kid, I want to go hooome.

Maybe it’s because it’s sunk in that, next year, it will cease being my place. Granted I will always find a home there, but that blue house will become justahouse and my life will commence elsewhere. I want to absorb the family that we are now and the home we have together for the few short months it will remain as-is. Then I’ll be okay for the change. I hope.

I also hope that my best friend Nick isn’t staying. Then I can leave.

Well, it’s off to turn in Frankenstein. Bye.



Storytime

So, I have not been blogging lately, but never fear. I have been writing up a storm.

It’s always been my dream to write a book. For as long as I can remember I’ve been making up stories left and right.

Now is the time where I get to feeling like my hypothetical biological clock is ticking. NOT for children… for a book.

There are already published authors who are my age or younger. I have a great deal to contribute to the literary world and am so eager to share it!

So for the past few weeks I’ve been carrying around a simple-but-perfect black composition notebook. It’s a lot like a journal, because the story is going to be narrated by me, for the most part. It’s easier telling a story that way; reading one written by someone else always makes me feel like I am in that character’s shoes at that particular place in time. What I write is always in story form, though; I have a setting and a cast of characters and I’m trying to go crazy with it every chance I get. I think it’s working :] As soon as I fill up the notebook, I’m typing and revising the little excerpts I have, then putting them in order. And then filling in the gaps with more story. Maybe I’ll even fill a second notebook, depending on how much material I feel like I’m lacking.

Ha, but anyway. There you have it, the reason why I have neglected my blog.



Sunshine

 I believe I’m going to go skating today.

It’s a gorgeous, clear day in January with no snow. Unusual, but pretty sweet altogether. So, if Doc Boy isn’t over at grandma’s, I might take my roller blades/skates/whatever you want to call them over there, blast my iPod and get in some exercise while making good use of a previously abandoned blacktop driveway.

Maybe I’ll take the Grizz with me. I’ve been meaning to do something with the dogs. Hmm.

As long as he doesn’t try to gallivant off into the road, the woods, the garden, or grandma’s front room, I think I will bring him along. This means I really won’t have my iPod on very loudly, but who cares? Quality time with the Beast; I haven’t had any of that since summertime, and I’ve neglected him. I feel awful… I’ll make it up to him.

So, skating. I’m going today.