I'm going through some motions but I'm not moving on
There's too much of you inside me
Too much of my heart gone
My light is on pause, maybe a lost cause
I'm the one that got away but you don't know that yet
Perhaps years from now when you are drowning in regret
Thinking I've moved on because I'm long gone
2PM Typical Lorelei. Walks right on past her destination by nearly 3 blocks because there's a song being written in her head. Now that I've made that course correction I have to put the muse on hold, because stuff to do. I'd probably rather stop everything and write the damn song but.....no.
Catchy little thing isn't it?
5:30PM I've said it before but I can't say it enough! My lawyer and the advocates at Homeless Action Center are the best. Not only are they good at what they do, they are the kindest people you'll ever meet. Plus I can go in and get my dog fix! I finally understand the perameters of my disability stuff for sure. I am allowed to work a lot more than I thought I was. One of the things my former slumlord was yelling at me on my last day there was, "You're on disability, you're not even supposed to be working!" She said it as if she had some sort of leverage over me as she, the queen of sketchy activity was going to report me. Ha! Well, I am allowed to work & now it's good to know I can work more if I get the opportunity! I LOVE going in there and getting happy news & the extra validation does not suck either!
6PM One of the things I do like about the otherwise godawful book of the face is that it puts me in touch with people that I could not find any other way. I am friends with very few of the people I went to school with. Most of them were boring mean people and I could care less about their lives. When I first joined FB I accepted pretty much any request but eventually did a big purge because these people weren't friemds then and we had nothing in common. So if you went to school with me in Avenal and you are on my friends list you are there because I want you there . Today I logged on to see a friend request from someone I really really liked when we were kids. She moved away before high school and I've always wondered where her life took her. Awesome moment of the Facebook!
I can honestly say I think I adore my new landlady. And I don't see that as likely to change.
No slum here. In fact, it's a nice, well maintained, safe place. Reasonable rent for a fair price. No bizarre wildly fluctuating utility bills. No crazy people or druggies. In fact sane, likeable landlords and housemates. No sign of a mood swing in sight. Woot! I cannot wait to start living here!
Randy Blaustein After what you experienced in your former abode, this is great to hear!
Linda Graniero so glad to hear that you're safe!
Meredith Babbidge Antonelli This sounds like a wonderful change for you! Yay!!! :)
A Boyd Yaaay! Maybe you can start swapping out the guy's stuff for your stuff but by bit on the sly? :P
Will you still be staying in Alameda for a bit?
Lorelei Moon A Boyd yes in Alameda off and on through the end of the month. No, I won't be swapping anything out. Most likely I will be purging. The homeowners who are his parents have a very specific taste and it's nice. If I have pieces that can work in with it, great. Otherwise, my style will be relegated to my room.
(Since I am locked out of my writing blog....Here's a snippet of stuff)
Within moments we had slipped undiscovered, into the evening shadows that merely played at penetrating the edges of the great woods. Its mighty canopy pushed back at the sky with a deep cool darkness that taunted the light of even the brightest sun and moons. I pulled myself up onto the back of the Khier Horse and stroked his glossy neck allowing myself a long sigh.Then I loosened the sling that held my little Murkah so close. Fari, looking content, stretched slowly, bunched herself up then slowly yawned and draped herself across his withers.
The Khier Horse would be invaluable camouflage. Looking down at his well muscled shoulders, I marveled as they shimmered and darkened to match the rapidly depleting light. His coat resembled the dusty velvet scales of a great black butterfly's wings. I had seen these kinds of transformations thousands of times, yet still they amazed me. The soft fabric of my hooded cloak, which I pulled up now and spread over the pack behind me was woven with deep magic that mimicked what nature did for him alone. A few seconds slower, it deepened in tone to nearly match the Khier Horse. I told myself then that this impossible escape must be possible. The consequences were unthinkable.
An hour into the forest and I knew the Purh, the first moon, was rising in the sky high above though I could not see it. In a few hours Nya would follow, challenging Purh with it's brighter though smaller glow. Back at my temple, my trusted Sara would be pretending to attend to me, clearing my evening meal after most likely, she herself had partaken of it as per my instructions. I had heard no bells, no cries of alarm so it seemed likely I had indeed escaped the city undetected. A spark of hope lighted in my core.
So how do you guys like me throwing snippets of writing from somewhere, it could be anywhere, out of context at you?
Does it make you curious about the rest of the story and what's it about? Or do you find it annoying?
Maybe you don't even care because you don't read my writing posts. I'm curious.
Stacey Tindle I like reading you
Teresa M Walker I like reading them..... I almost always read whatever you post. Been a fan of your writing since that writers conference we went to in Fresno in high school.
Kenneth McKillop I read your posts and the posts you post. I am approaching FB as a source of oracular vision, and without
Marking a line break looks like prose / instead v verse which I cast posts and comments.
I like writing.
Nicole Mitchell you are a great writer and heck yes please keep posting your stuff! =)
Mercury retrograde has me considering going off the grid and living in a cave with a stack of notebooks and ball point pens.
I guess this round is making up for all the years I've watched other people's technology disintegrate while I remained slightly frustrated but unscathed. After 4 reboots of the computer and 2 hours before I could manage just getting online to check one email account, I just have to laugh. I got a lot of writing done in my notebook (technology free, unless you count the pen as technology) and have been enjoying a mixture of black lavender and chai teas in the meantime.
You know your human loves to cater to your every whim and preference.
She knows how much you hate, "specialty litters" in your toilet. As a rule all pellet litters must be refused. Pine & cedar bring on tne sneezing & wheezing. The World's Best Cat Litter gets a paws down & a frowny face. I know for you, it's plain old clumping litter all the way.
But, Mommy has decided to get you corn litter just this once because she simply cannot carry another heavy thing, especially up the stairs. So don't give me any grief cat!
I will bribe you with catnip later.
This is most inadequate! But I suppose I can suffer through, JUST THIS ONCE! I await copious amounts of catnip. You must learn to fear me more adequately in the future.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.