These Days

 Last night I dreamed about the importance of documenting my life via blog or journal. I think I was able to look something up in a blog and figure out something about my life. I can’t remember what it was, though.
I’m convinced that there is an afterlife. I’ve always suspected it, but after listening to the podcast, Real Ghost Stories Online, I am a believer. Do we go on forever, or is there an eventual end to our post-corporeal existence? It can’t be healthy to dwell upon these matters. I should stick to the life that I have now. 

My time at work today was productive, but tiring. When I sit for too long, my legs start to tingle. This is a symptom of MS that I’m accustomed to. It’s discomfort, not pain, and I’m glad of that. But it’s hard to focus on work and be uncomfortable at the same time. It helps to get up and walk around a few times each hour. I think that I’m tired both physically and mentally. It’s hard to find the energy to sit down to write. Some days, just the thought of writing causes anxiety to bubble up. 

There are days when I want to make jewelry. I made a three-strand necklace with some of the beads that I’m tired of owning. I would like to get rid of much my stash and start fresh. The junk journal bag has been calling to me. I planned to start it last year at a friend’s craft night, but I got diagnosed with MS instead.

It is Spring Break at IU, so the cafe in the building where I work is closed. I ran out of the coffee that I keep at my desk and brew in the community Keurig in my reusable Kcup. I had two mugs of Kcup ginger tea. I should drink ginger tea more often. It is said to have anti-inflammatory properties

Drawing of mug
I’ll end this meandering entry with a mention of magic. I believe I can make magic. More on that some other time perhaps.

When I Wake

I find myself thinking about magic
As I drive on the streets of this little city

I find myself wondering what is real If anything

I dream in my sleep
Circuitous dreams

When I wake it feels as if I’ve worked something out
Solved my own unknown mysteries

And when I wake
I talk softly to my sleeping self
Without knowing that I do

And she (that self) gives a little guidance
Points to where the magic is


Queen of the Universe

Permission to Proceed Slowly

I have given myself permission to do my NaNoWriMo thing slowly. I wrote a couple of hundred words today about a character who will help me bring the story into the realm of the magical. It won’t fit into the Magical Realism category because it won’t fit all the criteria. I’m thinking the magic in my story (if you want to call it magic) will be attributed to some kind of higher being. From what I understand about Magical Realism, the magic has to be unexplainable. I know that the world has real magic. The world is magic, and that’s just the way it is. I think that because we are frightened of the power we possess, we deny the existence of this magic.


Yesterday evening I felt like a BADASS. I’m not really sure why either. I felt good, I felt young, I felt hip. I know, to use the word “hip” makes you the opposite probably. In any case, I felt like I was Queen of the Universe. I think part of my good feeling came from the fact that these days I can really think of myself as a writer. I’m no longer somebody that says she wants to write. I am somebody who writes. It also helps that the election is over and my guy won. Now I don’t have to move to Canada. No offense to Canada, but I just don’t see how I’d be able to sell my house and get a job in Canada. The winters are harsher there too, so that’s another reason not to move.

The Weekend

It is November. A while back I declared that I would make holiday cards this year. I have to get started tomorrow!!! Those exclamation marks mean I’m serious darn it!

I also want to do some meal planning and make some food ahead of time for next week’s lunches and dinners.

Last week I stopped at Goodwill and found a wonderful jewelry box. I have not put my jewelry in it yet, so that’s on the agenda.

I’ve got to order another pair of shoes from Zappos. I had to send a pair back because they were too small.

There’s more stuff to list, but I’m pushing it as it is.

And of course I will watch Doctor Who on Netflix.

That’s my little report.

Here are pictures of my wonderful jewelry box and my portable writing setup.