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Love and Other Crazy Stuff

“Open up your mind and see like me, open up your plans and damn you’re free, look into your heart and you’ll find love love love love. Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing, we’re just one big family, and it’s our godforsaken right to be loved loved loved loved, loved. -Jason Mraz ‘I’m Yours’ “

Today I made a playlist of songs that make me smile. I couldn’t really say why, except I smiled once today and I wanted to try it again. So I made a list of songs to smile to, and found myself singing them all. I’m having difficulties continuing because my topic today is a tricky one. Love.

“I’m on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment of truth. I’m on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment with you. I’m on the edge with you. – Lady Gaga ‘Edge of Glory’ “

I wish love was as easy as it is in stories. Even stories I write. Usually my characters are in some kind of bitter sweet relationship, but once in awhile soulmates come together. Sometimes love is lost. Sometimes love is gained. Sometimes love is unexpected. It’s so much easier to read about or write about than it is to live it.

“So I sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet ’cause we’re dead if he knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while. Cause you were Romeo I was a scarlet letter and my daddy said stay away from Juliet, but you were everything to me I was begging you please don’t go- Taylor Swift ‘Love Story’ “

We all know love songs are (usually) bred from experience, bred from passion, bred from pain and loss and triumph and the hardships that are relationships and the lessons we learn from them. But even they make it seem easy. Four minutes of ‘Love Story’ singing at the top of my lungs makes me feel like a princess but when the song is over, I’m confused again.

“I can’t find, oh the right romantic line. See me once, and see the way I feel. Don’t discard me just because you think I mean you harm. But these cuts I have, they need love to help them heal.- Elton John ‘Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me’ “

It’s probably obvious to some that I am better with sex than I am that ridiculous ‘L’ word. And oh, I can’t blame past relationships, I can’t blame what I’ve been through before, because if I learned my lessons from those than I wouldn’t be continuously confused with every relationship I enter. I could blame that everybody tells me something different about relationships and gives me different advice, and many people want me to be in a relationship so badly they assume I am in a relationship with every person I meet. But that’s allowing others in my head where only I should be.

“Take me now, baby here as I am. Hold me close, try and understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet from which we feed. Come on now try and understand. The way I feel when I’m in your hand. Take my hand come under cover, they can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now. -Patti Smith ‘Because The Night’ “

And oh, I’ve had those relationships (haven’t we all?) The kind where you step back, a little more mature, a little wiser, a little worse-for-wear and ponder, “What the hell was I thinking??”

“I want your drama, the touch of your hand, I want your leather studded kiss in the sand. I want your love. Love love love I want your love. You know that I want you. You know that I need you. I want your bad romance. I want your lovin and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance-Lady Gaga ‘Bad Romance’ “

Because I’m a free bitch, baby.

But the continuance of these situations have me wondering… Is it circumstance, or is it me? I’m not great with affection at the best of times, but I’m working on it. I like to think I make it fairly clear when I really like somebody, or really love somebody, I make sure the people in my life know I care for them the best I can. But when it comes to relationships…

“They call me cowboy, I’m the singer in black, throw your middle finger in the air let me see where you’re-“

Oops, I forgot I’m playing love songs to write this blog. Not Kid Rock. Funny. Last year I rented a car, drove five hours (ok so I took the long route) to another city in another state, stayed the night at a very expensive cheap hotel, got lost the next morning looking for the testing center to take my NCBTMB for Massage Therapy Licensing (which was across the street from my hotel as it turns out) passed the fucking thing, then got in my car and drove home. Five hours of feeling so good I listened to “American Bad Ass” the entire time, and not just to stay awake. (Leave at 8am, errands until 11am [last minute shit I forgot to do beforehand], get to your destination at 4pm, find hotel and settle in by 6pm, drive around looking for testing center to no avail until 8pm, keyed up stay awake until 5am, get to testing center by 8am, start drive home by 10am, NOT SMART. I took a nap at a gas station LOL.)

“Just tell me how I got this far. Just tell my why you’re here and who you are. Cause every time I look you’re never there. And every time I sleep you’re always there. Cause you’re everywhere to me, when I close my eyes it’s you I see. And everything I know that makes me believe, I’m not alone. I’m not alone. – Michelle Branch ‘Everywhere’ “

It’s not that I’m not a passionate person. Indeed, the exact opposite. I feel passion for so many things it’s hard to express, and it’s even harder to express to another person. I’m also big on the something-looks-one-way-but-is-actually-another. In case you haven’t realized, these songs aren’t entirely about love. I don’t believe in the kind of love you find in fairy tales. I believe in the kind of love a person feels for another, the kind of love a person should feel for themselves- gratitude, thankful to be alive, passion and pure positivity, the willingness to forgive and live with one another’s flaws. Everything and everyone is flawed in their own beautiful ways because we’re all different. Love isn’t thinking you found the perfect person (and if you think that, fuck them [literally], you’ll find otherwise because that’s when shit gets real.) Love is accepting people AS THEY ARE.

Love is not pressure. Love is not negativity. Love is not trying to change each other. Love is not for pretends. Love is not settling or submitting or putting on your mask. I meet too many people who want me to wear a mask, because they can’t handle seeing in me what they don’t want to see in themselves.

Flaws.

I don’t fall for masks. I try my damndest not to pretend. I’m honest. Some people hate that (some people don’t.) Ok.

Don’t try to change me.

Don’t try to change my mind.

Love isn’t about being the one perfect person to whom your mate melts for and loses all boundaries and drops all borders and climbs all bounds and suddenly their walls crumble and they spill all their secrets then you get married and have tons of babies.

Not my kind of love. And don’t expect that of me.

“Mile upon mile got no direction, we’re all playing the same game. We’re all looking for redemption, just afraid to say the name. So caught up now in pretending, what we’re seeking is the truth. I’m just looking for a happy ending. All I’m looking for is you. -Pat Green ‘Wave On Wave’ “

Love is equality. Love is faith. Love is hope. Love is freedom to express yourself (or not) as desired. Love is beauty in its richest form. Love is respect. Don’t get me wrong, you can create a sacred bond with somebody, and love somebody, but I’m beginning to think ‘Love’ has nothing to do with ‘Relationships’.

“I’m sinking slowly, so hurry hold me, your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on. Please can you tell me, so I can finally see, where you go when you’re gone. If you want to, I can save you, I can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody who cares.- Michelle Branch ‘All You Wanted’ “

I’m not bad with love. I’m bad with relationships (history may suggest.) Or maybe I am just not attracting the kind of people who want relationships. Or maybe I’m attracting the type just like me, who don’t know how to be in a relationship. Maybe I’m attracting those still stinging from previous wounds, as I am. Battle weary and lonely.

And I know I am approaching this all wrong.

A lesson I have not yet learned.

What I have learned is that trying to take Love and build a relationship from it doesn’t always work the way you planned. And that makes me wary. I can build friendships, connections with people, I can and do adore people and feel emotion for them and bonds so strong I think we must have known one another up in the cosmos before coming to Earth.

Or maybe I just go from ‘Hey, want to get some coffee sometime?’ to ‘Oh baby that was great’ too quickly.

Maybe the trick is to find somebody you like and build a relationship that will some day turn into love.

Or maybe it’s true. I’m still hurting too much.

And I can’t expect others to understand. This is my burden. I must handle it my own way. My mistake is expecting others to help. This is my path to take, my lesson to learn, and I plan to do so.

“Have I doubt, when I’m alone? Love is a ring, the telephone. Love is an angel disguised as ‘lust’. Here in our bed until the morning comes. Come on now try and understand, the way I feel under your command.  Take my hand as the sun descends. They can’t touch you now, can’t touch you now, can’t touch you now.- Patti Smith ‘Because The Night’ “

Now, back to the songs that make me smile.

“I been spendin’ way too long checking my tongue in the mirror, and bending over backwards just to try and see it clearer, but my breath fogged up the glass, so I drew a new face and I laughed. I guess what I be singing is there ain’t no better reason, to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons, it’s what we aim to do, our name is our virtue. -Jason Mraz ‘I’m Yours’ “

Stacey Katheryn

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And We’ve Been Poisoned By These Fairy Tales

I guess I’m feeling a little melancholy (or more so just reminiscent), wondering what happened between the summer of 1989 and March of 2013 to bring me where I am today. To elaborate, a fond memory taking place in the late summer of 1989  is one of my clearest and most treasured childhood memories, a moment that brings me peace whenever I think of it. The mind of a four year old is an innately innocent thing.

I think of how often we’re lied to as children, in adults’ well-meaning but poor attempts at preserving our innocence.  Fairy tales and Santa Claus, promises made and never kept.

I could go into this topic in more depth, but I really don’t want to. We all have childhood memories we would rather not have ever experienced. We all have times in our lives that make us wonder what-the-fuck-just-happened, and more importantly WHY.

The important thing is to remember that your past does not define you. It can only make you stronger if you let it.

Your future is your choice.

I suppose I got a little too involved in a scene I am writing, or perhaps I’m just sorting through my own mental shit to get out what I’m trying to portray. Out of all the emotional scenes I’ve ever written in my lifetime, this is proving hardest. I’m not sure why.  Probably because I’m still young enough to relate to the emotions of the man in this scene, trying to overcome a childhood of “WHY”, why did this have to happen, why did I miss out on this, where did it all go wrong?

And how can I recover now?

Don Henley said it perfect when he sang, “And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales”

I guess there’s only one thing left to do. Accept that this is the end of the innocence, childhood is over, it’s time to relish in being an adult, it’s time to change my mind and change my life and accept that though the future in front of me is scary and far beyond my comfort zone- that doesn’t make it a bad thing.

It just means I need to find that peace inside of me again, the same peace I felt in 1989.

And know that everything is going to be ok.

Stacey

P.S. I’m on to part two of chapter one in Destroyed, my third novel in my series, in case you’re unaware. Read it here, and tell me what you think! I’m almost finished with the ending, soon to be published on March 31st, 2013. It’s coming along well 🙂

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Fantasy Versus Fiction

“Versus”- A word denoting competition. One over the other. One differs than the other. This isn’t true.

That is, this isn’t true for fantasy and fiction. Because all fiction is fantasy.

Although, not all fantasy is fiction. Does that make sense?

No, no I promise, no booze is involved with this blog. Coffee, yes, booze, no.

Though I’m feeling more random today than I was yesterday. I suppose I haven’t been listening to Weird Al today, I’ve been listening to Bruce Springsteen, CCR, and a tiny bit of old school Ice Cube.

Mainly, I’ve been writing for hours and it’s felt GREAT. Especially since this is a book that’s been rewritten twice and still haven’t gotten right- and for the first time, I figured out how to get it right.

Oh well, it’s time to work on my wordpress for my series, because I haven’t touched it in awhile and it needs done. Check out its first post:  Intensity

And one last thought of the night: I can’t explain it, but every time I hear “Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangster” I feel cool. Every time I listen to “Pour Some Sugar On Me” I feel sexy. This is going to lead me into the post I promised awhile ago about playlists and writing. Soon enough, my fun-loving friends. Soon enough 🙂

Have a gorgeous night!

Stacey

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The Magic of Fire in the Summertime

On my commute to return from the store in which I frequent as an employee, I drive down a one-way street leading to the mouth of downtown, where all the hustle and bustle of life in this city begins. My left turn is always a pause either for a lengthy red light, or pedestrians. It gives me time to look around.

On my right hand corner is a new restaurant, featuring indoor and outdoor seating. When open, they have flames that spit up in designated areas, in decoration both for a comforting, and tantalizing atmosphere.

On my far left is a very large hotel with a restaurant or something at the very, very top, which also sports decorative flames on all sides  at night.

I drive down this road in the dark quite often. A few times a week. During the summertime, when I see those flames, the hustle and bustle of fun-loving summer nighttime activity of people eating dinners, taking walks, having drinks, visiting shops… You name it. My thought is, every time I see those flames on both sides of me, a view of fiery glory in both corners of my vision- This is magical.

There is, to me, something downright magical about flames and fire in the summertime. How glorious, how beautiful it is that someone has lit a fire to brighten the atmosphere, lighten the mood, create glory and beauty despite the 100 degree weather outdoors. I remember finding myself wondering if those businesses kept their flames during the winter, and I found them so magical now during the summertime in the summer heat, how comforting would I find them then?

Honestly, not nearly as much as I thought I might. It just makes me miss the summer. It makes me miss the warmth, the love, the human companionship and the bustling activity of outdoor summer downtown life.

Yes, there is something to be said for outdoor ice skating and gorgeous Christmas lights and how every inch of downtown is lit up like a Christmas tree in the best time of year. Imagining myself walking down those streets, I feel like I’m living in the Dean Martin version of the song “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas” and the glory of that is something all in its own.

But being outdoors in the summertime, under the summer moon, seeing those flames so bright and lively, making the 100 degree weather worth it…

Well, I guess both scenes are equally magical. I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have such a beautiful commute from work at night and appreciate it no matter what. The Majesty of Christmas is upon us, and soon enough, the Majesty of summertime will once again be here too.

Stacey

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When Pornography Blockers Take It Too Far

Elaborating on my blog title. I can’t look up the song “Pornstar Dancing by My Darkest Days” on Youtube, google, anything, Without this message:

“Content blocked due to pornography”

And yet, I CAN look up the song “Tonight I’m Fucking You by Enrique Iglesias”

And that video (the fully uncensored version) is full of all sorts of nudity and swearing (I love it)

On a similar note, I discovered from an elderly couple at the store I work in, who were looking for locally produced honey, that it is a bad idea to google the words “Local Honey”. I haven’t tested that theory- I’ve taken their word for that one, lol!

Yes, because anyone in their right minds would label clandestine porn online as “porn” when they want to hide that it is in fact, pornography. As I’m sure anyone who wanted to look up porn in secret is going to actually type the word “porn”. To find that video from My Darkest Days I had to type this: “My Darkest Days Por Lud” (Translation: My Darkest Days Pornstar Dancing featuring Ludacris) Hey, it worked.

At this point, I am very tempted to erase this blog but lets face it…. I’m human. We’re all human. I’d say it would ruin my reputation as an author, my wholesome fantasy series without violence, sex or swearing… but lets face it…. my books contain violence, swearing, and sex. Nothing gratuitous, mind you. I don’t just toss some violence or gore, or some raunchy sex scene in the middle of the book just to draw a crowd or attention or more readers. They apply to the scene/plot, thanks. And it’s not raunchy. The act and scenes apply to my characters and their personalities/relationships. Anyhow…. on to other topics….

Ah yes, I was going to originally write about songs I use to write to. But that’ll wait until tomorrow. I’m still working on my playlist.

Have a good night, everyone, namaste, and may your night be fun and filled with love!

Stacey

 

 

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Rockin Robin

I wish I could come up with some kind of inspirational inscription for you all to cherish (or read and discard of your own desire) however, I have caffeinated myself with organic green tea and B vitamins, which strangely puts me in a grander mood than regular coffee, organic or not, and am enjoying myself by listening (and dancing to) Rockin Robin, by Bobby Day. “He rocks in the tree top, all day long, hoppin’ and a’boppin’ and a’singin his song, all the little birds on jaybird street, love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet” How can you not sing and bop along?

There is something to be said for the golden oldies- or as I call it, music I grew up with and have loved since day one of my existence. The post-WWII era be-bop, happiness in musical notation variety, high school love and subtle innuendos, beats that get you moving no matter what mood you happen to be in. At The Hop, Splish Splash, Great Balls of Fire.

Then there’s the soul and R&B of the glory days, music that hits you in the heart and keeps digging in, in such a beautiful way, the smooth rhythms, deep vocal tones to match the wondrous bass so touching and so beautiful you close your eyes and relish in the lyrics that make you feel so in touch with life, the way life should be. Stand By Me, Drift Away, even Mustang Sally.

The girl groups (also known as Motown), so gorgeous and freeing to the woman’s soul, regardless of race, there is something incredibly empowering about women getting together, getting up in front of a crowd in a still as-yet male dominated world, and singing their soulful hearts out. The fact that they were black in a white dominated world during a very racially suppressed time, makes it even more admirable. Heat Wave, One Fine Day, Leader of the Pack.

Even the gritty, deep sounds of bluegrass, sometimes laced with humor, sometimes laced with deep tones and lyrics. Beautiful and moving no matter which way you look at it. King of the Road, A Boy Named Sue.

Needless to say, half the time when I’m in the car alone, I’m listening to the Oldies station. Which, by now, plays songs not just from the 50’s and 60’s, but 70’s as well. I can forgive that, saying that I love what I will always consider classic rock (70’s.) Accepting that songs of those years are now considered oldies only forces me to accept the years gone by. However, to ME, and MY opinion, Oldies will always be 50’s to late 60’s.

I’m not entirely sure the reason for this blog, except that I woke up drawing inspiration from these songs, and thought I would write about it before the expectations of my day begin to close in on me.

Speaking of expectations: Do I have the guts to make another vlog today? I have received zero response from the last one (haha, honestly expected.) I just need to persevere and make more, ahem, not so idiotic videos. Not bad for my first video considering I was babbling for over an hour and so tired I felt ready to, well, take a nap. But honestly, if I want to find some way to promote me as a blogger, writer, entertainer, and promote my book of which I plan to publish soon… I need to up my game.

I.E.- not be afraid to actually PROMOTE myself, rather than blog, vlog, not market and expect my blogging to independently take it upon itself to market itself.

There’s a lot to be said for hard work. And that’s the only way this is going to work.

Whoops, expectation is creeping up, I can smell it. Better end this blog and hope for the best!

Stacey

“The only one who could ever reach me was the sweet-talkin son of a preacher man!”

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How to relieve stress in the most improper ways

Because “improper” is rarely wrong.

Ok, I’m going to say this outright. This is the second version of this post, because as I was attempting to “select all” (ctrl+A) and “copy all” (ctrl +C) my assurance that if I have to restart my browser suddenly I won’t lose my whole blog, my chihuahuador began to hump my arm and my finger slipped off the ctrl button and erased everything while I was trying to copy it.

But I suppose that just fits the topic, lol.

Ok, so I just finished publishing my super positive blog post called “Happy New Year” (for all of you who haven’t read it, it’s the one before this outlining what will happen when the alien zombies attack and eat our brains) and I decided it had been a long time since I’ve read my other posts, and I wanted to see how much I’ve changed since May 01, 2011 (the last time I successfully logged in to wordpress.com before this month.) So I began to reread them all. Turns out, I’ve changed quite a bit. Quite a bit indeed.

It seems I was in a somewhat (kind of) better mood then, at least compared to tonight’s mood (yowsers). Which benefited me in the insane way of which rereading those previous blogs put me in a better mood, and I decided to write a better blog. One with some positivity (I’ve been listening to Phil Collins, Kiss and other such stuff to put myself in a good mood the last few hours. Hasn’t worked. Don’t pay too much attention to the artists themselves, it was mostly just cheesy 80’s music I was looking for a good mood within.)

Anyway, now that I managed to find my good mood and some positivity, I managed to realize the biggest lesson I’ve learned in this past crazy-ass year was simply this: The best ways in which to relieve stress. Most of these, in one way or another, I’ve been told are not considered entirely “appropriate” or “proper” so I leave it to your sound judgment whether or not any of these 10 stress relievers might work for you or your health. They did for me.

1. Start a maximum body performance exercise routine such as P90X (or Insanity, if you’re insane)

2. Change jobs 3 times (maybe 4)

3. Start a blog in which to put all your focus, energy and sarcasm into (and don’t be afraid to blog realistically and about other people)

4. Go to a concert with a coworker, and/or a coworker and your manager (the harder the rock, the better)

5. Fuck a Senior Airman (the more often, the more stress relief, trust me on this)

6. Take sexy photos (don’t post them on facebook unless they’re really good)

7. Organize your entire living space (I wouldn’t suggest overdoing this one)

8.  Learn to make chocolate coconut bon bons  (overdo this one a lot)

9. Don’t eat a tea mixture that looks and smells like tropical trail mix (it doesn’t taste that way)

10. Learn to enjoy the little things, find love and companionship whenever you can, and find meaning in everything you possibly can.

So, while I’ve been dealing with a lot of shitty things too, around every corner, these things, in one way or another, have kept me going. Using # 10, I have kept a secret and special place in my heart for all the above mentioned happenings. So even though I don’t know what the future holds for anyone, or what the next few months are going to bring, I will always, always hold a fondness in my heart for Moroccan Mint tea, Rick Astley, and Toyota Tacomas.

And I’ll always hope for the best, for everyone.

Stacey.

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So here I am…

So here I am, writing braces on, gearing up and ready to write, and nothing. Nada. Niente. Nessuno! Nothing nothing nothing… So I figured I’d write about not knowing what to write.

No that isn’t completely true, I know what I need to write about, I know all the scenes I have picked out that I need to work on, but nothing’s coming to me and I think I know why. Because I had a really terrible day. One of those days in which your icky past walks through the door and figuratively bitch-slaps you in the face.  The type of day only vodka can cure.

But vodka is apparently gone for the day, and so I have… my blog. It’s 1:45 AM, nobody is exactly online, and I can’t just sit here listening to Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now” over and over and over alone all night as I sip on my figurative vodka and cry… (and no, the lyrics don’t have anything to do with my situation, but the sound fits)

I’ve always said “I’m not going to use my blog to bitch about my days” well… ah, no one else is listening and who knows, this may just provide some form of entertainment for the folks at home, closing their internet browsers right now.

Besides, I shouldn’t let something get to me so bad that I stoop to alcohol in which to deal. I haven’t taken a drink in a year (ish) and I’m kinda proud of that. Trust me, it’s not the way to go.

When I say I “came face to face” with my past (which I didn’t actually say until now), I also only mean that figuratively, because like a little wuss, I avoided the lobby, and my duties as cashier, until said “past” and his little (“little”) girlfriend left. I give no more details except he is a major reason why my life has been miserable hell for the past three years. I couldn’t face him. So I asked my manager to take over for me while I went outside to cool off. Why?

I was afraid of my own response. I know this person. He would have tried to apologize, just to feel better about himself. Introduce me to his “little” girlfriend. Tell me how he’s been doing. Ask me how I’ve been doing (Maybe) probably in some form of “oh you’re working in fast food now?” (for anyone who doesn’t know, I admitted my profession in my last blog with a funny story , if you’re interested check it out 🙂 “It’s quite impolite to steal chocolate”)

Knowing myself, I would have… gotten more angry than I’d care to admit. (And that’s not admitting how angry I’d get) and let me tell you, well deserved- not incredibly attractive on my behalf. I’d rather come face to face with the direct cause of my three-years of misery, because at least then there was no out right betrayal.

I was lucky to have a manager who understood without question, and an awesome coworker who picked up my duties until said “past” was gone (to let you know, I was not lazy. I did their job while they did mine so no one got behind, and I waited until they were caught up with their stuff to go outside for a bit)

My awesome coworker even cleaned up the “soda spill” in the lobby. The one I was supposed to get, as cashier. The one everyone knew was my job to pick up, including the customers. The soda spill said “past” created. I told my awesome coworker a great big “thank you” for getting it for me. As I said, I was afraid of my own response, my reaction, what I’d do. I’m not cowering in terror at the thought of facing the real past or said “past” or coming face to face with the person himself.

But I honestly didn’t trust myself. I credit myself with a good deal of will power (trust me) but there are a couple of situations from my past in which I find myself completely unable to control my responses to and that’s one of them. One of which I’d find myself completely unable to keep my mouth shut, or my fist from their face at worst response. It was best to go outside for awhile, though it was a miserable half hour in which he spent taking his time “eating” spilling his soda and waiting to see if I’d make any kind of eye contact with him. I still helped other customers, I didn’t avoid being in his eyesight because I knew he’d already seen me and that would be just stupid to run away and pretend like he didn’t know I was there. But I would not go out into the lobby. And it helped NOTHING that he decided to sit right where he could stare at me the whole time I was cashiering.

He was a major cause of my pain, he abandoned me when I became disabled and needed him the most, he literally left me homeless (because I couldn’t, as I realize a good way to put it, fulfill his “manly needs” [I.E- Fuck him or clean his house]) and that’s all I’m going to say about that, because the details were much, much worse.

And there we have it, I’ve complained about my day. I think this would be a good time to write the scene in which the depressed young boy finally discovers what his destiny is, and starts a war to end an even bigger war and bring everyone together in peace (and fangs, claws, and wolves.)

Thanks for listening, my friends.

Stacey

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The healing power of music

I’m aware the title of this blog SEEMS as though it has nothing to do with writing but that is very untrue.

I use music as a tool, one of my most important, for my writing. It sets mood, whether it be happy, sad, sexy, fearless, even the purposeful effects of apathy can be achieved through listening to music. Something dull, preferably. The others vary a wide array of songs that some people may think I’m a little off my rocker to listen to. But they’re there.

My inspiration could be the sound of the music, the lyrics, a single word- a single note. Anything that gets me into that character’s head and out of my own. Hey, sometimes that is how I develop characters- based on how a certain song makes me feel. Once, I finished a story plot that way!

I make note of this because I am feeling very musical today, and because of this, I am at peak performance as far as writing goes for my week. I’m feeling more willing to put forth effort to get my word out there, and I’m still looking into getting a domain to actually allow my readers to, well, read my work.

So as I write, and I discover new ways to tell my story, I’ll be cranking that music up to ten (with headphones on- other people are sleeping! Though it works much better without the headphones…) and losing myself in my writing which is what breeds the very best of stories.

Have a good night, my friends

-Stacey

As an afterthought: According to recent studies and ongoing medical research, good music (the music the individual perceives as something that makes them feel good) lights up the areas of the brain that light up when one is on a cocaine high. Interesting, huh?

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