It was that he had been thoroughly, brutally reawakened to everything he’d schooled himself not to miss, or want, or need.

Smiling, for example. Kissing. The feel of another warm human body, skin to skin with his own ­ and beyond that, beyond the heat and immediacy of the sex ­ the feel of her hair and the smell of her skin and the sheer human ( Read more... )

I don't know but  I think I maybe ( Read more... )

I am selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
This life is what you make it. No ( Read more... )

It's been a long somnolent period - but, just quietly, I think she's finally here and is sticking around for awhile.

The words are appearing.
At the moment we have yet to frustrate each other with my inconvenient schedule that doesn't give me enough mind-space or time to write - if only simply because I've found the tools that are working now that ( Read more... )

Sometimes you need a perfect stranger to tell you truths - on the way home last night, conversing with the taxi driver:
Are you telling me that I have to wait six years?
It's already been eight years.
Hmm.  True. 
.... You're a nice girl. You'll find someone who'll love you. Don't wait too long - give it a year or two and get married. Have a kid. Guys ( Read more... )

From the very first minute that we arrive on this planet we are measured, compared, examined, evaluated, appraised and assessed. Then, as we grow older, we are encouraged to compete. No wonder we all grow up so keenly conscious of our place in the world and our need to keep attaining and defending positions. But none of this is what makes you ( Read more... )

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
- Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare

I need a name. I need two.

I probably need more than 2. But if I find the names - the rhythm, the real rhythm will come. The feeling of immersion.

But nevertheless I think the muses are appeased at the shiny new toy I have acquired ( Read more... )

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to ( Read more... )

The lesson? Roll with it. Let go. Accept that life’s plans for you are often going to be different than the ones you had for yourself. And that’s ok.
 - Emma, Barre Body

I have been trying to find ways to resume my 'regime', and I know - the only one that is pushing myself and feeling self-conscious about it is me.  And it's increasingly frustrating ( Read more... )

All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon which one can neither resist nor understand…
- George Orwell