A Novel Idea

It always seems to me that the world and his dog believes that they have a novel inside of them, waiting to be put to paper.

Of course, so do I. Only, with my short attention span and my very low level of patience I don’t think I’d ever manage that novel. What I do think I could manage, and manage quite well, is a book of short stories.

And of course, like any aspiring writer and dreamer, I have my book started. I’ve had it started for about seven years now. One day I may finish it. I like to believe so. As for having my words published…

...wouldn't that be amazing!

I Think of My Ink

Look at me, look and see, see the marks on my skin, see the ink going in, marking me for all to see, marking me eternally.

The pain of the ink going in, the constant burning of the skin, this is a physical memory, it takes time to be a part of me.

I love tattoos. I really do. My first two tattoos, I wouldn't get now, but at 18/19 years old, they were what I wanted. They were my statement pieces for that moment in time.

My newest tattoo however, I absolutely adore it! And even if I feel like this as I do about my first two, well, there's nothing wrong with that. There is no regret. Just a change in mindset and a change on how I view myself.

Once I saw myself as an unfeminine tomboy, unsexy and a bit funky. Hence the snake and the spider.
Now I view myself rather differently. My first flower tattoo. A secret red little flower, hidden on my hip, showing the emerging acceptance of my femininity. Oh, this does sound trite. But it is also how I actually felt at the time. My large shoulder piece tattoo, my unique almost tribal flower design, inked in the faintest pink with a darker pink overtone. This is me now. I love how is puts me in mind of a piece of armour. A beautiful, intricate, strong piece of amour, designed for me alone.

And I already have two ideas for more tattoos. One idea that I've been playing with for years. One just recently come to mind. If in a year or two I have a more defined idea...well, that is a future project.

For now...my newest tattoo is a thing of beauty and I have now buy more clothes suitable to showing it off.

Ebay here I come.

My Sunday

Things I have done today:

Get up early (for a Sunday),
Went to work, learning how to report on the Remembrance Day Parade,
Had a nap,
Read a few more chapters of I Shall Wear Midnight by Terry Pratchett,
Chatted to Bonnie,
Watched Labrynth, then Hairspray,
Made some new ear-rings,
Made pancakes (not as nice as normal though),

And that's where I'm at right now.
I've done some of my favourite things today, but all day I've had that unsettled feeling. So I'm trying to keep myself busy.
The next thing on my list of things to do this Sunday, is put a zip into my skirt, and make a bag using the button idea that I had a while ago.

Feeling unsettled makes me productive. Who'd've thought it?

We've Got to Begin Somewhere

I used to write in a diary when I was younger. I would write in it, from front to back, but the writing was back to front. I used to pride myself on writing backwards. Actually, I just used to pride myself on writing. I was a teenage poet. I would write regularly. Every few days at least.
I tried keeping an online journal when I was at College. I failed miserably. I kept myself far too busy to do something as menial as keeping a journal.

Over the years I stopped writing so much. I lost my confidence in words. Once they circled my head, pairing up and falling onto the page. Then it seemed that I had to hunt them down. Try to match word with word and make them make sense. But now...

Now I've decided that I will regain my previous joyful relationship with the written language. Even if I have to fight for it. I've missed writing.

So, I've set up a new blog. But it isn't dedicated to just writing. It's dedicated to whatever pops into my head at that moment in time.