posted by Sun T. on Sep 9
Looking at the counter over on my sidebar it has been over two months since I said goodbye to the possibility of having to buy bunk beds any time soon. I keep trying not to think about it. I might take the counter off, since every time I come here I see it and am reminded of my tragedy.
In other news, the novel that I have been working on for the last 5 years or so of my life has finally taken form, a different form. It is a series of stories trapped inside one book. It is also written differently. It’s not all true, it’s not all false. It’s interesting, though…and will be released within the next year. That is, if I can continue to write as I have been. It’s going well, though. The memoirs of me are no longer being written. I can’t do it. It’s too much…so this is my alternative.
posted by Sun T. on Jul 3
I can still see her, hair sparkling in the sunshine. She almost became the sun. Her face gleamed with tears that told the story. She waved goodbye as we pulled away, determined not to look back. It killed me to leave her there. The crazies and the drunks…drug rehabs are full of them…but not her. Why her? She seemed to be losing her luster, even as I watched her in my mind’s eye. I yearned to keep her near, but God knew that I would only enable her vice. She wanted to drown the pain. The pain. That insatiable hound who filled her eyes with fear. I hated him. I could only pray now… that she found her sanctuary. That pain would be left at bay there within the confines of professionals. I could only hope…and pray.
posted by Sun T. on Apr 9
I can finally remember what the journal looks like that I am searching to find. It has pale yellow in the background with flowers on the front and spine. It looks kind of old timey. I found the companion notebook, but not the one with the flowers. I have looked up, down, and all around for the book but cannot seem to find it. I am going to be taking apart my clothes drawers next. I need the journal to finish writing my biography concisely.
Last night the writing spirit possessed my hand and I wrote front and back six full pages of text. I haven’t been able to write anything in my autobiography for a long time, but Skeet inspired me with a comment she made on my Sunday Self-Portrait.
The title is set: Dangerous Lovely©. I thought it was set before, but this time I think the title will stick. Now, if I could just find that notebook *and my sunglasses*… I am going to publish it as an ebook with the option to get it in print. If I can find the notebook and continue to write like I did last night, the book will be finished before the end of May. I will keep you all abreast of my progress… so watch for the finished product soon.
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posted by Sun T. on Apr 4
I am hard pressed for thoughts of my own today. My mind is so preoccupied with my mental condition. I have a sort of block there right now. When I get like this, I try to read from other great authors so that I can be inspired to write something myself. Recently I have been enamored by Virginia Woolf. I like Blue & Green the best so far. I keep going back to read it and turn it over in my mind. Her pieces challenge me to think a little harder about what I want to say when I say it.
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posted by Sun T. on Apr 3
I have been tagged by Deb to list 5 obsessions, then tag other people.
I am obsessed with:
- Tea and Coffee, but you all knew that already.
Music, yet another obsession of mine. I can’t go one day without some kind of music. I have a radio implanted in my head…or maybe it’s an iPod.- Knowledge. I am forever looking for books and reading new things. I love to seek information.
- Shopping for bargains. It gives me a sadistic thrill to find the things that I need at lower prices somewhere else. It gives me a high like no other.
- Writing. Writing is like speaking. If I couldn’t speak, I would have to be able to write. If I can’t write or speak then I think I shall die.
posted by Sun T. on Feb 23
I need to find a good PEN! I usually get at least one or two, but with my son running around me, it’’s hard to keep track of all my Pens. I try to hide them, but NO they always disappear! I love a pen with weight in the end, which means if it has a cap that can be placed on the opposite end while I write, all the better for me to feel balanced as I let loose my insidious flow. Another necessity is that the pen write smoothly, without feeling kinked up in the paper. It has to write on ANY paper I choose, so that is usually a hard requirement to fill. It can be any color, really. I like to have good pens in all colors so depending on my writing mood I can capture the full torrent of my thoughts. The final requirement for an extraordinary writing utensil is style. It has to LOOK nice and flow-friendly. Regular ball points just don”t make the grade.
Never knew that there was so much to a writing flow, eh?
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posted by Sun T. on Jan 27
I had written a poem but wordpress update ate it so i dont understand whats going on with this dumb thing. I was all done and here I had a small poem about pieces of you. I can’t even remember how it went. I went to save it and it gave me this ridiculous “Are you sure you want to edit “” ” error…. If I say yes all hope is lost, if I say no all hope is lost. TOTALLY annoying. so Pieces of you is changing.
Here we are again
pieces of you
ever changing
your fall hue
Leaning and learning
loving anew
remake the pieces
that make up you.
There now this better save! I was also going to talk about how I am not into Digital Photo Printing as much as I would like to be. I need a new printer for that. Mine is good but there are better
Anyway on to the real reason you came here…not for an hp camera or dialogue about it but for this:
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posted by Sun T. on Dec 11
I have been trying to keep up with all my blogs, but it is getting to me. i am about to consolidate again and move 3 blogs into one domain. i am thinking i will buy another domain and set it up later today or tomorrow. i have been keeping up with mindsay and my new main blog…the other few that i keep up with on the normal are hard to continue. i think i have to get past this writer’s block i have for things that i normally write on those blogs *sigh*.
