Self Known

When I was younger, I went up in a tiny airplane owned by my dad's friend. I was wedged between siblings, and I could see out a tiny window to my right. I thought for sure if I leaned over to enjoy the terrifying view, the whole plane would tilt. I gripped my father's hand with fear, because there were fields of green and beige, houses and roads, air and light. So much light. I'm reliving this now, and I can feel the stomach tightening anxiety of being oh so far away  from the world. Right now my own airplane is tipping back, my view completely strangled by the overwhelming light of my Father and the talent His creations possess. There is so much that you have, that I don't. There is so much I have that you don't. It is because we are different. It is because we are the same - both of us up in the cockpit of our planes, looking down at the cows and wheat, trying to figure out if North is the North we want. Take what you can from this: Change your persp...

Bah-bum. Bah-bum. Bahbumbahbumbahbum. Realize it or not, there are many things symbolized by the progression of a not so straight line. Your heart rate. Blog stats. The rise and fall of pleasant (and not so pleasant) emotions. The complexity and depth of a plot. The taking off and landing of aircraft. There is so much held within the lines that aren't straight and here I am, pen in hand, trying to split my life down the middle with ink. The line looks like a worm and the merciless mocking cackles I hear are only echoed within my thoughts so I'm going to take it as it is. I am going to look at my work and say Hey. Look at that. It's beautiful. How I can draw and articulate my hands and - my my how wonderful is the creation of the pencil. Then you will ask how this relates back to the beginning, and I will answer, "Does it have to? This is a passage about squiggles, not circles." What makes your heart beat? 

40,000 words deep on a collab project. Pastel paints coat my knuckles. Books are being read - slowly, meticulously. I got a job. I resigned from the job. I attended a writers conference and made a friend. Camp starts on the 25th and I'm excited yet terrified. I know of a group of creatives preparing to launch something big. I know Anna  is prepping her novel for ebook publication (eeeep!). What are you doing? What are you making? Where are you going? Where are you with your projects? What are you creating? What have you learned? Who are you with? How do you feel? When will you start? Where are you with your creativity? 

“I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks, gloves, to keep us safe But now I'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom” Gayle Forman

“The days that make us happy make us wise.”  John Masefield

[think this picture has anything to do with the quote...] "As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once." John Green Thank you SW from A Free Mind for tagging me. <3 Rules: 1. Thank the person who tagged you 2.  Post a new quote every day for three consecutive days 3. Tag three new bloggers every day. I tag: Hannah @ Fantasy Gypsy  // Elly @ Serenity  // Olivia @ summer of 1999

I wore six inch heels and won limbo.