• 30 Dec 2009 /  art, inspiraton, introspection, writing
    The Captive Water Fae

    The Captive Water Fae

    I was writing to a younger friend who is trying to wrestle inspiration to the ground and get it to spit out a story that is hanging around. We’ve chatted about various issues over the year; amongst them is the on-again, off-again nature of her muse. Myself, I struggled through a ten-year dry spell, and did Julia Cameron’s course twice–lots of good tools there.
    But this is what I figured out this morning about getting it jump-started, and I wanted to share:

    I was thinking about your story-work this morning earlier and I thought perhaps you might like to take a different tack, one that lets you have more of a dialog with your Self (your muse, if you like).

    Start with the thing that your heart goes to right off, the elf & the human together, yes? Then ask questions and wait for a reply (or a picture, which is a reply).

    Example (not telling you what should happen, just trying to show what it might feel like):

    Your muse: My elf and my human are sitting together in a sunny place.

    You: What does it look like?

    They’re on a stone bench in front of an old, old building, looking out over the overgrown ruins of high-tech city.

    Why is it overgrown and in ruins?

    They found it together while looking for something.

    What were they looking for?

    <muses dodges a bit> The human has a map in his hand.

    Were they there because of the map?

    Yes…

    …and so forth.

    It’s like playing interactive fiction with yourself. Just wait on the answers patiently. If the muse dodges, it’s because you’re supposed to follow it and go in a different direction. Eventually, it will get to telling you stories on its own, or showing you movies in your head—and then you have to write fast enough to keep up with them!

    If you keep editing before you get the pictures or story out, you’re telling your muse that you don’t like what it’s saying and it will shut up.

    If you consciously decide you want to go in a certain direction for…well, an ego reason, say (like wanting to be unique), and that’s not the story it has for you, it will shut up.

    You have to trust it to tell you a story and let it have its head. Follow it. It won’t lead you astray, no matter how weird or mundane the stuff that comes out. What comes out is what you need to hear or be doing.

    After all, your muse is not different from you. It’s still you, just a part that has learned to be quiet. Unfortunately, you have silenced the gatekeeper to your soul. You have to undo that in order to truly live.

    And I gotta say, this is all related to the issues of trying to fit into a mold that isn’t yours, as opposed to seeing what kind of unique creature you really are. You won’t be all that weird or unsociable or unlovable if you let go and grow the way your supposed to. (If you were really *wrong* inside, you’d already be having major psychological problems and breaks—so I’m not worried.) Smile In fact, you might be a little miffed that you’re really pretty normal, sane, and well-adjusted. Be glad for that!

  • 29 Dec 2009 /  Poser, art, weird stuff, writing
    The BPA Sent Help

    The BPA Sent Help

    Courtesy of Ed Averill of Austin, TX:

    Frozen Zombie-Land (To the tune of “Winter Wonderland”)

    Sirens blare, are you listening,
    In a pool, blood is glistening
    A horrible sight,
    Surely a fright.
    Screaming in a frozen zombie-land.

    Gone away are the living
    Lots of brains, they were giving
    We’re shouting in fear
    As they grow near
    Screaming in a frozen zombie-land.

    In the meadow we can stack the corpses,
    Plenty of them all around the town
    We’ll say: are they buried?
    They’ll say: no man!
    A zombies place just isn’t underground!

    Later on, we’ll perspire
    As we set them afire
    We’re deathly afraid
    Of the monsters we’ve made
    Screaming in a frozen zombie-land.

  • 03 Sep 2009 /  Poser, art

    Got another image into the DAZ3D monthly gallery: it’s the tickle fight. Here’s their page:

    http://www.daz3d.com/i/galleries/0?id=48082&sec=2&_m=d

    Tickle-fight, close up

    Tickle-fight, close up

  • 03 Sep 2009 /  rants, weird stuff

    Who sees small, round, middle-aged women like me? Nobody. We’re invisible; people down in the station try to run me over constantly.  In fact, if I wanted to create a completely successful crime organization, I would staff it totally with middle-aged women. Nobody would suspect a thing. Like this:

    Bank robber: “Put the money in the bag, dear. NOW. And wipe the tomato sauce off your chin. Thank you!”

    Crooked Accountant: “Nobody will suspect that we’re laundering money through  minority educational funds and  homes for stray cats.”

    Embezzler: “Who will miss that 1/4 cent per Macy’s charge account? …about 5 zillion of them… And some nice shoes…ooooh, cute shoes…”

    Computer fraud: Security officer: “Who is this ‘AntiSarah’ and how did she manage to divert an entire train car of fudge sauce to Cincinnati?”

    Carjacking: *Pulls .45 out of large handbag* “Out of the car, dear. NOW. Here’s cab fare.” *buckles seat belt* *vanishes in a squeal of burning rubber*

    Drug lord: Competition says, “Who dat bitch selling train car full of hot fudge sauce to diabetics? Dey puttin’ me outta bidness!”

    Prostitution: Prostitute B:  “How come you not freezin yo titties out here?” Prostitute A: “She make me wear dis sweater wit’ da hotpants.”

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  • 20 Aug 2009 /  weird stuff

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