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The Itch

That driving energy in my head that I can’t turn off – it has a lot of potential labels, but I call it The Itch, and it manifests in various ways: the burning compulsion to paint that I had for … Continue reading

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Winds over water

And then the waves come back, and all I can see is blue. And still no you. SOTD Summertime Sadness – Lana Del Rey

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The Lost Book of Chaucer

We pulled the huge old book out of the shelves, just as we heard a faint commotion at the entrance far away across the vast reaches of the underground archives. Elliot quickly stashed the book in his backpack, while I … Continue reading

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Love so right

One of my favorite things about writing is the delete option. Until it’s in print, and even sometimes after, you can still undo, take it back. I’ve erased, crossed out, deleted, and destroyed more than I’ve ever written. Eliminating the … Continue reading

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Sassy the muse

I needed a sassy infusion, so I got a different haircut, bought a sexy piece of lingerie, and started searching for a tool belt and tool bag (to replace mine that were lost in the fire). Some sparkly gold nail … Continue reading

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Music for my muse

Oh my love, let me sing a song for you. I will put letters and words together in new and improved ways, will combine notes to make you swoon with love and lust. Then you can hum, sing, purr the … Continue reading

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Catch-22; the arts version

How do you find a job/career that pays well enough that you can do your art, and also leaves you enough time to do it? My job pays well, but it sucks all the energy right out of me. I … Continue reading

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Like the rain – Part 857

The rain feels like a curtain of relaxation washing over. I love the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of the water as it hits my upturned face. It feels like liquid memories, crying out of my … Continue reading

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Love in times of war

The airport is magical and heartbreaking at the same time. I love it for the endless possibilities it teasingly suggests. The stories that have passed through, all that emotional energy; the hugs and kisses of welcome, and the tears of … Continue reading

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