these boots. these boots.

i am not a wearer of heels but these sneaker-soled 2-inchers are totally working for me. the 4 star comfort rating comes from my internal discomfort with having half my foot off the ground; but the wide flared base of the heel is quite sturdy and i predict i'll be ok in a moment. the shoes get open stares and smiles from strangers, which is all i ask in a pink and yellow antique looking narrow-ankle boot. oh yes- the ankle is NARROW! i am a skinny-legged gurl and this is a point of chagrin in all moments of my life except when i rock these shoes. they were kind of built for me. hooray!

working at the counter.

a flurry of yellow leaves currently started raining past my kitchen window.

my very own!



lol. i am loving this.


this is the thing (or: why i am undecided abt NaNoWriMo and november has already begun)

1. there are boxes everywhere. i mean, EVERYWHERE. who would have thunk that we had this much crap? it is all over the place. we are in need of major storage for books, VHS movies, DVDs, socks. but the good feeling is, it's OUR HOUSE!! we could pave the floors in books, VHS movies, DVDs and socks and who could tell us shit? nobody. nobody could tell us shit, that's who.

(maniacal laughter, insert here)

2. but still, inside my own need for equilibrium and daily beauty, there exists a situation where living on a carpet of accumulated crap is not acceptable. neither is it ok for said stuff to teeter at us from where it stands, stacked up against the wall in boxes we have yet to unpack because we have visions of the wall being a different color (that we have yet to choose) behind the bookshelves we have yet to design and build with tools we have yet to own and lumber we have yet to purchase.

i think we are going to have to suck it up and go to IKEA

but i say all that to say: aside from daily work, and catching up on the work that is backlogged from actually moving, is the daily work of reinstating order so that we can live and be creative in this new and wonderful space.

3. there is also the fact that this is the 2nd of november. i'm already 48 hrs behind when it comes to participating in NationalNovelWritingMonth, a national occasion of GROUPTHINK wherein thousands upon thousands of procrastination-prone individuals gather virtually to pretend to be writing novels, and a few thousand of them actually do so.

each november for the past, oh, say about 4 or 5 years, i have noted this passing fact with amusement, wistfulness, paranoia, dread, excitement, and wishful thinking. i use it as an occasion to pull out the various semi-conceived projects that are laid carefully in tissue-paper-lined compartments of my hard drive, blow off the dust, and leaf through their yellowed, crackling pages with fondness and pleased surprise. wow, i wrote THAT? i wish there was more of it. i'd sure like to read it.

it's hard for me to imagine being the same person who crafted those words that i find. i know that i did, because i recognize the brainwork. but my mind has fallen out of the writing habit and that's a problem.

NaNoWriMo is a neat idea b/c it consists of lots of [virtual] peer pressure and support and idea sharing and a place to go and whine about not having ideas or whatever; and is driven by the idea that no matter what, you should crank out a substantial amount of words every day, accumulating 50,000 by a chosen date, BECAUSE YOU CAN, DAMMIT.

but this is the thing: i am not so good with peer pressure. i am hard-wired against the grain and this becomes a problem when it comes down to certain circumstances, like following trends, joining food co-ops, popping my cherry earlier than i'm ready in a way i will come to regret, or joining mass writing movements. i have always found it difficult if not impossible to do any of it. perhaps this inability is linked to my distance from my writer-self?

*big dramatic sigh*

i really do wish that bitch would finish something though. it'd probably be good.


so, what the heck, maybe i'll blog again

i used to blog on xanga. we're talking like four, maybe 5 years ago. a few years ago i wandered away from it and put a few of my favorite pieces up here, just for safekeeping kind of.

but i just moved and need something to do between unpacking boxes, that is less immersive and addicting then the sims 2.