Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Sunday 24June07 12:17pm
Taking a break from the great outdoors to write for a minute or so.
Funny weather this week. It went from scorching hot to pretty frigid and it's back to scorching again today. It's gay pride weekend with the downtown bustling with people and characters and naked bodies. Have I asked before why the naked people are always the ones that shouldn't be naked? Curious.
There's the TD boys in their green speedos that my one male friend wanted to spy. I had to admit that a man in a speedo just doesn't do anything for me. The package always looks inadequate. Who really knows what the before package is supposed to look like except other men perhaps. ha ha! Yeah I said it!
One trannie (tranny?) was squashed into a mermaid outfit with ass crack exposed and cone fleshed boobs exposed. A spectacle indeed.
On a lighter note, I went to see Martha Wash perform on the Wellesley stage. She was excellent. That voice brought the house down and everyone was up and dancing and jumping for "it's rainin' men." It's inspiring when someone sounds so good. That's time and practice and discipline.
My singer friend was disappointed that she didn't do any of that full range screaming when she sang. Being impressed with how rich and strong her voice is wasn't enough for him. He's such a Leo, always wanting way more than what is already fantastic in my books. I realize that when I go to see my singer friend perform and one of his friends critiques him in the same way, that I find it annoying but see that singer friend does the same kind of thing. Are we naturally dissatisfied or unimpressed?
It's still early Mercury Retrograde and the male thing continues. Friday night I went to the bar to hang with Double D and have a coupla drinks. Male, who must remain nameless because more and more people who know me read this and it's too damn easy to figure who's who, makes pass at me. It's surprising. Never ever would have expected it from this one. He's a Pisces! I've never had a Pisces man make such an outwardly blatant pass. Never ever.
Nothing has changed with me. I look exactly the same. It's not like I've lost the 10 or so pounds that I'd like to lose. It's not like my hair has grown or anything. Nothing has changed and I've become weird man magnet. I tell you God has a brilliant sense of humour and is chuckling his/her ass off at the little life of little me. Orchestrating all sorts of fuckery.
I keeping asking what this is supposed to mean being the person that must give meaning to everything. Is it the test of throwing the lesser men (as far as my interest level is concerned) in my path for me to repeatedly say, 'no, I'm waiting for someone special,' just to see if I'll stay true to my word? Especially since I did say in one entry recently that I was embracing my singleness this year and I gave up on the one that I didn't think I'd give up on. But he wore my black ass out.
With feeling like I'm a character in my own novel, it's inspired me to write a lot. Getting substantial work done on White Wishes, Women of the Fold and Dreamweavers. It's all good. When the people in my world are going crazy, I sit down and write. I've got a list of all the scenes I think I want to write for Women of the Fold and Dreamweaver. I choose a scene and try to freeflow a thousand words for each. For White Wishes I've been reading through the pages at a pretty slow rate. Whatever I find really inspires me in a way that makes me say "Yes" is what I either try to flesh out more or I add to the overall notes of the direction I want my novel to go in. It's coming along slowly but I'm feeling excited about my writing and trying to keep a scene or a character as my continued focus rather than trying to figure out what's going on with the men that are appearing in my life. Time will tell, I suppose.
With White Wishes I can't figure out if I should just read it all the way through and not make note of any inspirations that pop up or if I should stop as each little inspiration pops up and write them out. No one writer can tell us how we're supposed to do it. We figure it out as we go along and try different things until it fits. I have to keep reminding myself that whatever I do is the right thing. It's a long process no matter how you go about it.
Cat city is pretty relaxed. I woke up at 2am, scrubbed my eyes trying to figure out which cat was sitting at the window sill staring down at me. It wasn't Picasso, it was Miss Zoe. It seems she does all her sightseeing and exploring while the rest of us sleep. A huge relief to know that she's not really relegated to the corner that she's been in since I brought her home.
I'm supposed to go and meet other gay pride male friend to sit on a patio and drink some Sangria but I could nap. He hasn't called mind you, maybe I could nap UNTIL the phone call. haha! Maybe I can have a nap and dream all the answers to life. Maybe I ...
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