we were wild and entangled. your in my thoughts from the time i wake--our barely relevant conversations, and sidelong glances.
where are we to go?
all 63 of my books have arrived from barnes and noble :)
i have 45 classic hardbacks to read ranging from Frankenstein to Sense and Sensibility to Beowolf...
i've already read more than half of these books, but i'm of the firm belief that a new book demands your attention, no matter how repetitive.
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now i'm undecided... this is GORGEOUS...
and we have to get some storage for our home...
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once upon a time i was given a beautiful engagement ring ... and this is what it looked like:
except mine was 2.5 carats, not 6
it was stolen, by a woman whom i was a care giver for. i cried and cried... it was strange, because i never feel attached to material objects... what's even stranger, it was before i became fixated on the georgian/edwar
today while i was searching the internet with the fiance (who is about to obtain a fabulous position at a film compositing company), we found the perfect upgrade to my previous ring:
if it was a 14.5 carat diamond, i would think it rather gawky.. but there is something so regal about overlarge star sapphires
this ring is an edwardian/vict
how very wonderful!
we are ordering next week!
and i think i might order this one as well... recover the stone... because it is just such a rare coloration, and so beautiful!
HA! i'm happy i didn't impulsively shop on the barnes and noble site the other day... because today they have their ultimate clearance bin (up to 90% off)... with HUNDREDS of books... i'm in heaven! not even joking... just ordered $200 worth of books.. did i mention that because i write for my career, this is all tax writable? YEAH :)
Top Picks For Later Purchase (didn't make the first cut):
The Constitution of the United States: With the Declaration of Independence and the Articles of Confederation By R. B. Bernstein: http://search.
When You Are Engulfed in Flames, By David Sedaris: http://search.
Ladies of Liberty: The Women Who Shaped Our Nation, By Cokie Roberts: http://search.
No One You Know, by Michelle Richmond: http://search.
The Clinton Tapes, By Taylor Branch: http://search.
Grace, By Richard Paul Evans: http://search.
Eden Close, By Anita Shreve: http://search.
Writing Tools: 50 Essential Strategies for Every Writer, By Roy Peter Clark: http://search.
i feel this distance much more poignantly than your breath on my ear. give me your fingertips, buckling knees, and tripping tongue--these are gifts you can't indian give. they'll always be there.
this moment is something i've imagined for light years. your bones spoke to me in the language of romance, leaning slightly into the air between us. your breath labored, and it seemed like the choppy waters before a hurricane.
i took the exquisite pleasure of stretching the time between the contact of our lips, our hips, and the sinking of the bay. you and i leaned and swayed, a rythmic dance to ward off the inevitable... we will eventually lean to far, our bodies bending like straws. we will eventually brush to close. we will eventually breath those words. we will eventually touch happiness.
and it will eventually fade. nothing lasts forever.
i've always loved you. from the moment your eyes bobbed beneath your puffy bangs, and the salt stung the air between us. you were the essential being, the alchemist to temper my cold metallic tendencies.
we both waiver close to each other's lovers. waiting waiting oh so painfully waiting--waiti
you are like my last breath before the dive. and then we grabbed hands, and jumped off the side... feeling like motion in flight, as we prepared to hit the water below.
I need more books like a I need a hole in my head (I realized this after moving 2000+ into a tiny 1 bedroom beach bungalow, most being hardbacks)... BUT! Be still my beating heart! This is just to much...
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My picks so far:
Think Twice, by Lisa Scottoline- http://search.
No One Would Listen: A True Financial Thriller- http://search.
US: Transforming Ourselves and the Relationships That Matter Most, by Lisa Oz (the infamous Dr. Oz's wife) - http://search.
Hellhound on His Trail: The Stalking of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the International Hunt for His Assassin, by Hampton Sides- http://search.
No Apology: The Case for American Greatness, by Mit Romney (whom I met 2 months ago at a benefit dinner--what an INCREDIBLE man)- http://search.
The Galilean Secret, by Evan Drake Howard (call me lame.... but despite my non-theist view, I have a soft spot for fictional plots regarding the deepest secret of life, via the saviour of mankind)- http://search.
The End of Wall Street, by Roger Lowenstein- http://search.
Tomorrow River, by Lesley Kagan- http://search.
Haunt Me Still, by Jennifer Lee Carrol (it's like Nancy Drew for adults :D)- http://search.
good morning Laguna Beach. so nice to see you basically have free wifi wherever I go :D
nervous breakdowns are always on the edge of my mind. you're gone and twisted in this curtain of black, wrapping itself around me, suffocating me. i'm clawing my way out into the blinding light that i've perpetuated in my mind--being in this fog for so long can make my illusions seem that of grandeur.
our fingers used to lace together in a soft yet unbreakable knot. now your are around my throat, and mine are behind my back.
this is what is inside of me right now:
http://www.you
t minus 3 days and counting...
you held me in your eyes; once it was with your arms, but we can't bring ourselves to that again. your legs splayed and stacked with mine, we sat on opposite ends of the couch, you watched me and commented on my ironic smile and twitchy lips. i'm at a loss--you've always loved me for everything i am, and i've always been running from you. now i want you so dearly--i want your eyes to close as your arms fit around my waist.
let your eyes do the talking, and i'll let me hands answer you back.
not to seem like a complete rip off of my darling [The Penguin Who Could Fly]... but in the spirit of moving into an entirely new home, i thought i would post the etsy shops i plan on buying interior decor from... :) and maybe a few irrelevant other sites.
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for those of us who are insomnia addled.. here is are some great sites to waste some time with :)
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alright.. time to try to sleep ...
darling be patient. there's nothing to miss, if i'm right there. we're almost there
moving is a state of homeostasis. you have to go through everything and wage internal war on it's importance. given short spans of time to complete this, it becomes quite an intense war; one that leaves the brain battered and ringing.
in other news...
richard, my loving faince who has been wont of a job for 9 months at least, has been offered 4 so far. we are rejoicing at the opportunity to choose between them.
and in still other news...
almost everything is sold, except for the crap i thought wouldn't sell. surprise surprise. we are making good time at cutting our belongings and the belongings that hold our belongings, into half the size.
and the last bit of news...
i am procrastinatin
work, pack, collapse, coffee, repeat.
with the anticipation of moving in ten days, visiting to find the new digs, and trying to complete a website for my client, life has been a little more than business as usual. i miss writing and contemplating for hours the arcs i build in my miniature stories. but i shall paint in the new place.... it is a 1920's cottage (as many of the homes in Laguna Beach are), surrounded by the lushest the greenbelt can offer, and a mere bike ride to the beach. it's like The Secret Garden and Atonement had a wonderful architectural love child.
i'm ready--i entered the boiling air of phoenix yesterday, and my skin immediately rebelled with swollen red marks and a breakout only a true teenager could be proud of... did i mention the skin on my arms began peeling for no reason?
i'm soooo ready to be in Laguna... we found our dream condo, and the man who owns it loves us to death. since we aren't quite at that time in our life, we asked to stay in touch and reapply come April... so we will have our magnificent floor to ceiling windows that face the ocean, while being perched on a sea-side cliff :)
it is all coming together, and i am giddy and tired and anxious and sad and happy and.. overwhelmed.
life is beautiful.
seduced by these valleys, i'll lay in your moorland and wrap myself in your honey brush. these lands were in my blood from birth, and i'm the prodigal son now claiming my birthright.
the last week has been so incredibly hectic.
i am currently looking at houses in laguna and newport beach, california. i'm excited to say i've found quite a few that are affordable with a lease to own option.
soooo much to do!
the rush i get the days prior to shooting keep me from sleeping, eating anything more than coffee and water, and give me the physical sensations akin to a good orgasm.
i get so fantastically excited, that it's hard to contain. i don't sleep, but if i do i have vivid, creative, wacky dreams. i problem solve under the strangest of circumstances, wake up and rush through the motions of everyday life (compared to shooting, brushing my teeth seems like such a time consumer), and continue forward on my path to creative fulfillment.
and then as the camera begins to roll, i call speed, and the words action leave my lips, i am all-consumed by the sensations of that moment, as if time holds still. my breath becomes raggedly loud, i watch the dust rise from the earth, as the feet begin to shuffle, then pound with leaps and bounds. this is my moment. this is when my heart is thumping to the capacity of a steam engine, and i know, deeply deeply know, there is nowhere else, nothing else i belong to so entirely as this set, this camera, and my crew.
be still my beating heart.