When I look to the sky
What to finish? Will the voyeur let his guard down? Will the woman who let the highway lead her to the arms of a sexy stranger ignore her conscience? I am avoiding finishing these things. I never finish anything really.
You know what? I am thinking way too much; it's impeding me. This is a pretend fantasy blog. There are no rules, and Jiminy Cricket can kiss my sweet ass. (I love how Word's dictionary has "Jiminy" in it to spell check.) If I can't take my mind there—all the way there, then I have no business in fiction, I have no business spewing the love and angst such that I do. I can feel whatever I want, express whatever I want, and it isn’t wrong.
I just can’t act on it. *snort*
I feel like there is this part of me that is doing this for a very specific reason: I need to push myself, and the unconscious boundaries placed there by my psyche. IE: The Guilt! I must stop the guilt. If I want to fantasize about picking up a stranger in a bar and having him fulfill my desires then that is very cool, 'cause many repressed women won't and can't. If I want to imagine various scenarios of running into you in the middle of an average day in Boston, (and I have dozens of them, LOL) then I will. Yes I am rationalizing; be quiet.
Unfortunately, it’s 11:00. (and I've seen 11:11 half a dozen times in the last few days) I can’t start another story right now; I need to sleep because I have to walk/run 5 miles tomorrow and lift weights. (Today I rode my new bike 7 miles!) I did however make good use of time by formatting some good pieces I have for submission, and I just have to decide if I am going to enter them into contests, or submit them in the fall to publications I found. I am leaning toward a contest entry because I think my odds of publication are better there. I won a bottle of wine at a site called Gather you know. I wish I could drink it with you. I'd settle for just you reading the story, LOL. I have another idea for a book too.
God I am so tired. I can’t wait to dream. Oh speaking of dreams, my recurring one is back, but now, I miss the plane instead of it crashing. The hell?? Jung, please leave me alone!
You know what? I am thinking way too much; it's impeding me. This is a pretend fantasy blog. There are no rules, and Jiminy Cricket can kiss my sweet ass. (I love how Word's dictionary has "Jiminy" in it to spell check.) If I can't take my mind there—all the way there, then I have no business in fiction, I have no business spewing the love and angst such that I do. I can feel whatever I want, express whatever I want, and it isn’t wrong.
I just can’t act on it. *snort*
I feel like there is this part of me that is doing this for a very specific reason: I need to push myself, and the unconscious boundaries placed there by my psyche. IE: The Guilt! I must stop the guilt. If I want to fantasize about picking up a stranger in a bar and having him fulfill my desires then that is very cool, 'cause many repressed women won't and can't. If I want to imagine various scenarios of running into you in the middle of an average day in Boston, (and I have dozens of them, LOL) then I will. Yes I am rationalizing; be quiet.
Unfortunately, it’s 11:00. (and I've seen 11:11 half a dozen times in the last few days) I can’t start another story right now; I need to sleep because I have to walk/run 5 miles tomorrow and lift weights. (Today I rode my new bike 7 miles!) I did however make good use of time by formatting some good pieces I have for submission, and I just have to decide if I am going to enter them into contests, or submit them in the fall to publications I found. I am leaning toward a contest entry because I think my odds of publication are better there. I won a bottle of wine at a site called Gather you know. I wish I could drink it with you. I'd settle for just you reading the story, LOL. I have another idea for a book too.
God I am so tired. I can’t wait to dream. Oh speaking of dreams, my recurring one is back, but now, I miss the plane instead of it crashing. The hell?? Jung, please leave me alone!
posted by Sabine at 11:12 PM
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