Ramblings, after a long absence.

I'm feeling rather like writing today, but with no particular goal in mind. I could work on the story I recently started reviving, but that's laying to sleep for a bit until more inspiration bites me in the ass. I could do some slush reading, but that's not writing, and therefore not what I'm in the mood to do.What I really want to do is find a sunny (dry) spot outside, and sit there, and write. Perhaps get a little sunburned, definitely get a little more freckle-covered.

I could work on a blog post about breastfeeding (for my other blog...) and I could give some thought to combining my three blogs into one. Or two. I don't really want to do that though. I could also start publishing my more essay-like posts over here in addition to the other blog. We'll see. I would like to keep this one as my creative endeavors blog, and keep it free of the detritus of day to day life.

I have found that getting adequate exercise helps my brain's creative side flourish a little more. There's something about running with music pounding in my ears that brings it about. I've been also using the Zombies,Run! app, which is lots of fun and I generate in-the-moment fan fiction in my head as I go, but don't bother to write it down when I get home. I should. It might at least be a good jumping off point. Maybe, now that my brain has purged a little of the bubbling-over words, I could focus my energies to work on my story.

I will leave you with a poem I wrote on my way home the other day (at a stoplight, lest you think I was texting while driving).

Traffic sucks
Stopping all the time
This is lame

Brain Purge Friday

(Cue movie announcer voice)

In a world, where a Prince is the Antichrist...where men are men and women are women...where chickens rise up against their oppressors and text messaging has all but destroyed the English language...Can one small girl beat the odds and win her local spelling bee?

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Susie skipped slowly along the stream, silently supposing that slippery slime might be succulently supped upon with scaly snakes.

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Coffee is the ambrosia of the modern day gods. Gods of dreamland excepted, of course. They especially enjoy a new "Refreshers" beverage, the energy source of which is differentfromcaffeinewepromise.

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The muscle twitches. There are enough cells now that it can be called a muscle. Lymph flows, the organism grows, awaiting its destiny.