[Artemis Rising]'s diary
now i'm undecided... this is GORGEOUS...
and we have to get some storage for our home...
http://www.wal
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.
Written about Monday 2010-07-26
Written: (5044 days ago)
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.
Written about Friday 2010-07-16
Written: (5054 days ago)
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.
Written about Tuesday 2010-07-13
Written: (5057 days ago)
this is what is inside of me right now:
http://www.you
Written about Tuesday 2010-07-13
Written: (5058 days ago)
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.
Written about Saturday 2010-07-10
Written: (5060 days ago)
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.
lookout world! NPR, and Fox are committing times to interview with myself, my first ad, my camera man, and my pa.
we received interest from Glenn Beck (haha isn't that just great?!), and the delightful Chris Yandek, who i had the pleasure of meeting via phone this week, is going to wrap up our interview series with myself, and my select cast.
Chris has already finished his initial interviews with my producers, and you can find those here: http://paintyo
Written about Wednesday 2010-06-23
Written: (5077 days ago)
you stood there at the edge of reason, knowing that being broken for one another was all that we could have in that moment.
"dear, make sure the sand bags are on the track correctly, or the curtain will catch on it's way up."
it was ironic that she was here, taking about raising curtains. i broke my gaze from yours, as she entered stage left. she wasn't ungracious on the eyes, until she opened her mouth. once upon a time i'm sure your wife had a beautiful smile, and a radiant laugh; now she assumed the position of a paper doll in body and spirit, as everything was in a constantly state of remaining flat. i felt the deep pangs of shame run through to my bones; i felt it on behalf of you, on behalf of me, and despite her.
i wanted to scream, "you could be that girl again! you could light the world up with your intelligence, the youthful frivolity found in the virtue of selfishness. if you could only let him go, and stop demanding his life be yours, and make your own life yours again... you could be his world, the very ecosystem he lived and died to protect, nurture, sustain, and elevate to the elusive state of thriving. HE WANTS YOU TO THRIVE. HE WANTS YOU AND HIM TO THRIVE. HE NEEDS THE BOTH OF YOU TO THRIVE. and he's never imposed a need on you. he isn't going to start now. he'll thrive, and you'll continue to hang onto the edge of his wings, clipping furiously away to have possession of his freedom. you can take his bodily privileges away, but you can't bury his heart, and you can't crack that impenetrable safe which is his mind. i despise you, every part of you--from the unmotivated breaths you take, to the bitter unclear steps of each foot of yours, to the hands that he unwillingly let's touch him. and yet i can't help but feel the most resounding remorse at your willful ignorance. you know, but you don't want to know."
looking up, i caught your wife staring at me. i had been frozen next to the pulley for a solid three minutes, staring at the brick outline of the wall. she didn't seem concerned, merely irritated, as if she could read my mind.
this would have been a problem, had she been in my shoes. she might have felt shame, fear, anger at the transparency of her actions, her thoughts.
in turn, i actually was astonished to feel nothing at all. it didn't matter. she was nothing to me, nothing to you, and barely something to this world.
i felt no shame in our actions, i felt no secrecy in my thoughts. let her hear them, and let me be damned. i would take it all as my own--the hate, the wrath, the entangled mess of fingers dipped into pools of circumstances that you'll never be able to calm the ripples from.
"cee," her lips curled up into a flat grin, looking like a vampiric caricature, her voice dipping into a false attempt of being femininely jovial "i believe you and i should have lunch together this afternoon, just us girls."
looking up, your eyes were hooded with warnings. i saw the sinews of your arms stand out, as you froze for an imperceptible moment, holding a sand bag at your knees. not surprisingly, she didn't catch it. only i would have the microscopic intentions zeroed in--i wanted every part of you, and she wanted to destroy any part of you she could grasp.
"deanna, i believe cee has an appointment this afternoon." you were trying to protect me, but from what did we need protection?
"no no hudson. i can cancel--deanna and i should indeed have some ladies time." i smiled genuinely, relishing the thought of having a moment with her, in pure honesty. at the back of my mind i knew i would be unbearably astonished at her inability to understand my intentions, the message i would lay out for her like a child, the truth whose solidarity could drive nails through a board.
bright jade green met me head on, staring at me and through my words.
"oh cee, this is going to be such fun!" she was still trying to smile, but it was beginning to look more and more like a grimace.
turning, she walked up the aisles of the stage, deliberately taking her time, making it visible that she was deep in thought.
"and cee..." she didn't turn her head.
"yes deanna?"
"don't forget to polish up--us ladies should always make keeping our appearances a priority. we wouldn't want to be seen like to birds from separate flocks." your words were supposed to be daggers, but they fell on my ears like limp noodles.
"of course deanna... we wouldn't want our differences revealed." indifferently, i strode backstage.