SHARED HALLUCINATION

It's a better day to be certain.  Now, it's only raining, sporadically. It'll do. I managed to put some magazine articles up on this site. Check it out!  And a basic movies page since people always ask. Soon the hateful WordPress site will be no more. Hurrah! And Four-Score, Nevermore.  Which is code to me to finish mapping out the last episode on a new project. So close, yet so far. Always more. Never done.  Never wanna be done.  Therein lies the rub.  Wow. Another photo came in this morning from Rik Garrett. I love when I look scary. Seriously, I do. And I'm loving this -- long in the tooth & sharp of claw. Cronedom.  Thank you once again, Mr. Garrett! (I love when photographers 'capture'  the inner me.) Am managing to get a lot of rest and do an enormous amount of writing while on lockdown.  Those many winters of being snowed under in the Pyrenees has given me some pretty good survival skills for coping with isolati...

It's still pissing cats and dogs. Day three and I'm over it. The Jeep is being satanic so I'm stuck until Monday. Tea Party cancelled. I'm eating all the cookies. Genesis P died this morning. And I beginning to suspect I started this blog not to grease the wheels, but as another distraction. At least it's a writing distraction. With all the pandemic misinformation and hysteria flying around it makes me wonder what's really happening when we're not looking. Ugh... Lux is a regal bastard. Went out looking for Lux earlier but he's hunkered down somewhere I can't find him. Am so used to him noisily squawking and honking all day long that it feels weirdly silent. I think the whole canyon has the day three blues. Except the bears across the way. They have a home cinema. And a popcorn maker. And vodka. Dammit. Am envious. Someone asked me the other day on Instagram about the rabbit pictures. On the first day of each month the first thing ...

Day Two of the end of the world. We're officially on lockdown now. Went to the madhouse of a supermarket. Bought supplies for a few weeks. Drawbridge is up at the witches cottage. It's still pissing cats and dogs. And I'M THRILLED! (No, not about the pandemic, and the terrible state of the world. Just the social-distancing part.) Those roots! Generally, I'm in braids. So much time to write. So much time to paint. So much time to read. So much time watch everything. Sleeping in. But no boxing which sucks. Once you are in boxing shape you never want to skip a day or take time off because getting into boxing shape is so bloody hard. And there's no way in hell I would actually get that in shape without someone else holding me accountable. It's been one day and I already miss the gym. Gravity already has it claws in me. I can feel it. I could take up running, but let's be real, that would last for a couple of days. Hmmm. I could always wear latex glove...

Cannot believe I am back here again. I never thought I would say this--but I have missed having a blog. Wordpress looks splashy but it's a bitch to update. Subsequently, my website has not been updated in ages. Lame, I know. But I can't be bothered anymore. Which is a shitty attitude, but it is what it is. So here I am. I feel all rusty and nervous, like I would have felt at prom--had I gone to prom. I went to see The Exploited play in Chicago instead. That should tell you what kind of teenager I was. Anyways, I need to grease the wheels in different ways. All of my writing for the last however many months has been for work. Am not bitching because I am so lucky and so blessed to be working with the people I am writing and creating with. And I'm in love with all of the projects. It's been an amazing year so far. But I miss writing for myself. I miss having somewhere to keep things current. To share my successes and failures. To share my weird ideas and fascinations. ...