On The Road- Jack Kerouac

I'm reading this right now:

And, let me tell you-- it's been PHENOMENAL thus far!  I've never read anything written like this.  I was nervous at first-- afraid that it would be slightly off putting to read something in such a format.  There was nothing to be nervous about, let me tell you!  It's like your best friend is sitting across from you; him with a whiskey on the rocks and you with a dry red slowly sipping as he recalls his journey.

It's personal.

I love when you can hear the author's voice when you read.

I hear you Jack Kerouac!  I hear you when you write, 

"... because the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night."

And then I read this and I felt it in my bones:

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." 

 I thank my lucky stars that I'm able to continually have amazing books at my finger tips.  To attempt to think about a life in which I was unable to read all of these amazing words is incomprehensible.  Luck... it's a funny thing, isn't it?

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What are YOU reading right now?

Does it speak to you?

Does it make your mind wander?

Tug at you?

YAY for THG on DVD!

So, I'm excited to say that today The Hunger Games is released on DVD!

I may be a 26 year old mother of two-- but that does not mean I will ever grow out of my love of YA literature... Movies are just another great way to enjoy a favorite story!

So, in honor of one of my favorite books-  let's all drink Woodchuck Cider and watch The Hunger Games tonight!  Accept for those of you who the books and films are actually geared towards... because you are too young.  Apple juice only for you!

Source: i.qkme.me via Kim and Rae on Pinterest

Writer's Block-- What a BIT--

Wow.

I really wanted to say the b-word.  Placing it in the title just didn't feel appropriate though..  So I'll just say it now because if I don't say it, I'll be thinking it the entire time--- I just need to get it out of my system--

Writer's Block is a total bitch.

I know, feminists shouldn't use that word.  But, get over it.  I used it.  I'm already over it.  And, damn!  That felt GOOD.  

I cannot freaking write!  My mind is all like "$%*&(*$^#T!!!!!!!!!!" when I sit in front of a computer screen and no words end up on the page.  Usually by that time I will then attempt to scribble in my illegible scrawl in my notebook- where the fuck is my notebook anyway?  Have yet to find it-- or my purse.  It has to be in my purse.  

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I'm trying to find the source of my writer's block... lack of sleep?  I do have a newborn.  Lack of creativity?  possibly.. but, I have a lot of ideas actually-- just none are materializing.  I'm having a problem actually executing these ideas.

It must be guilt!

I can only write when the children are asleep.  But, that is also the only time I can clean or unpack.  Even sitting here, while Eva is napping (she is NOT napping by the way, I can hear her banging around in her bedroom, but I'm choosing to ignore it for sanity's sake) and, Abram is asleep across my chest-- I feel GUILTY.  I should put the baby down (even though after 5 minutes he'll be awake-- he likes being held by his mother) and do some damn housework.

But, I want to write dammit.  I need that release, the satisfaction that you feel when you crank out a couple hundred words or pages. 

I've been fantasizing about total silence, a blank word document and a gallon jug of wine... I think I need a drunken session to jump start the honesty.  But, I need to be realistic.  And, that is not realistic unfortunately. 

I did write a few pages last Sunday (last Sunday ALREADY?!  Wow... that is forever ago) about a lady who had nothing to write about.  Ha.  I know.  Pathetic.

But, then I was reminded by Bukowski that:

"Writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all."

And I've started a generic essay about Facebook.  I edited a few short-stories.  That is it.

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WRITER FRIENDS-- help me!  I can't wait until Christmas to write!

Ruining Ruined- A Poem

I found a poem that I wrote... I am not a poet so I wasn't sure what to do with it.. I decided to share it with you folks.  Feel free to tell me that it's shit... I'm okay with that!  My poetry tends to be shit.  I'm much better at telling a story as opposed to painting an emotion with words.  I leave the poetry writing to my friend Sarah.

Ruining Ruined

I was trying to write you something

and then my cell phone rang

ruining the entire story.

It was like the time my mother showed up at the pool,

yanking me out of the water by my hair.  We were

playing Marco Polo and I was “it.” 

She ruined the entire game.

After that no one wanted to play with me. 

Which at 10 years old,

had ruined my entire life.

Kind of like that time my friend Jenny

slept with my college boyfriend,

and did it again with another boyfriend.

That ruined our entire friendship.

It’s pretty easy to rip things apart,

to shred them down into a million little pieces,

ruining the entire picture. 

Especially when you don’t pay attention to the details. 

Or forget to read the directions

Like the time I didn’t follow the recipe and

I ruined your birthday cake. 

But you ate it anyway and ended up sick,

screaming at the toilet all night.

That ruined your entire birthday.

Like the people at the rally we drove by,

the one under the bridge, near the post office,

holding up signs saying Obama is the anti-Christ,

and that paying taxes has ruined their entire lives.

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Maybe I should have read it aloud to you guys like I did with 'Cantaloupe Boobs'-- dang.  Next time, possibly...

Settling It Off

Innocent beloved throne
Won of rite a lie you stole
Then recite a little prayer for truth
Then recite a little prayer for truth

In the arms of one to come
Safe from harm and going numb
Then recite a little prayer for you
Then recite a little prayer for you

You're eyes to eyes
You're nose to nose
Wherein apart
Within our soul
You'll beat no more

Innocent of right from wrong
Won from writing another's song
Then recite a little prayer for truth
Then recite a little prayer for truth

In disguise burning sun
Under skies where no one's shunned
Then we recite a little prayer for youFind more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/2Zm5Then we recite a little prayer for you

You're eyes to eyes
You're nose to nose
Wherein apart
Within our soul
You'll beat no more

Wherein my heart
Is where I'll bleed
Brought from coal living off the heat
Until new I won't die I won't grow
Until new I won't die I won't grow

Innocent beloved throne
Won of rite a lie you stole
Then recite a little prayer for truth
Then recite a little prayer for truth

In the arms of one to come
Safe from harm and going numb
Then recite a little prayer for you
Then recite a little prayer for you

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What's YOUR favorite song right now?