100 Words on the Magic Kingdom

Big Thunder rumbles and roars through dark canyons,

As screams of joy pierce through the cinnamon sugared cloud.

Petite feet prance in ruby flippers

kicking down paths from the Frontier through Fantasy to Tomorrow.

Beware! Pirates and phantoms lurk underground,

and you must careen through ancient cursed caves,

but the wildest animals march in lines through the jungle,

eagerly seeking fast passes, whipped pineapple and crimson lanyards.

Elephants and Rockets swiftly orbit a small small world.

Eo's tour spins the music that transforms the urban sprawl into a Magical Kingdom,

Where wooden boys dance, children fly, fish speak whale and the Blue Sky is endless.

31 Things 2 Do While I’m 30!

1. Learn how to use umlauts in my blog. Oooooooom-lots!
   
2.     Make exercise more of a priority. Exercise at least 300 minutes a week.
   
3. Write something everyday. Blog at least once a week.
   
4. New Job. In writing or entertainment. Where I make 30K+/year. With dental…
   
5. New Living situation
   
6. Finish the IK pilot and get it up on YouTube. Use the constructive criticism we receive to put a polished rough online.
   
7. Write the show bible by the end of August.
   
8. Learn how to publish Anne's and my novel.
   
9. Graduate in December.
   
10. Get Really good in Adobe.
    
11. Karaoke 5 times
    
12. Go to the beach with at least 12 different people. You know you want to go. Jamie and I are awesome!
    
13. Get the Wild Women to Disneyland.
    
14. Get Paid to work on Infinite Knights and watch it air on TV.
    
15. Only catch one cold.
    
16. Do something magical for at least one of my dear friends who do so dang much for me.
    
17. Expurgate the phrase, "Oh My God!" from my vocabulary.
    
18. Learn to draw people in a style useable in storyboards.
    
19. Participate in one large act of service.
    
20. Visit someplace I have never been.
    
21. Improve my credit score
    
22. Pay off my car.
    
23. Plan an outrageously awesome date for my extremely amazing boyfriend.
    
24. Go to L.A. and show my pilot to someone in the industry.
    
25. Get a writing agent.
    
26. Figure out if I need a master's degree/ teacher's credential and decide what it's to be in.
    
27. Learn to play 10 songs on my electric gueetar.
    
28. Cook 10 new healthy, vegetarian, delicious dishes.
    
29. Buy a new bed.
    
30. Visit my sister.
    
31. Actually write a letter to a public figure when I say, "Someone should write a letter!"

Procrastination Tango

Because it's easy to write a poem about procrastination when you have other things to do and miles to go before sleep.

Procrastination Tango

Hi there, pile of work. I know your due date is looming,

So I’ll do you tomorrow.

But tomorrow I have to work and work out and

Go visit that friend who feels so neglected

And butt hurt, so I’ll do you the day after, even though

That is the day before the day you’re to be done by.

Hi there, sweet pile of work, I haven’t forgotten you.

Not really, you're always in the left back corner of my mind

next to shoes, shopping lists, and emails I need to send next week,

But there’s that special on the history channel

And I think it would make me smarter to know about history,

And I really like to know about ancient battles

(so I can sound smart and interesting at parties).

So you’ll get done tomorrow morning.

I’ll get up early and make some coffee,

Except we don’t have any more coffee,

So I’ll make tea, and sit in my thick knit sweater

And do you, my dear work, and look bohemian with my tea

And my sweater and my glasses,

all responsible and on top of things so early in the morning.

Oh dear, my pile o’ paperwork! I slept in and now I have to go to work work,

But you’re due today, though my boss is out of town on business,

So it won’t kill her if you get done tonight after I get home.

Except that I’ll need to eat dinner with my sweetheart,

And I deserve a break after working all day, right?

So I’ll just watch this half hour show and sit down

With my computer and a big bottle of water.

I’ll listen to my music and plow right through,

Except the album I just imported is missing artwork

So I need to get that or it’ll bug me all night.

Ok, now that’s in order, but my desk is a mess.

Ok, now that’s in order, but I need to post something on the facebook.

Ok, now that’s in order, but I have to send out an email.

Ok, now it’s all in order, and I can work!

I need to pee…

There Is No Future But The One We Make

I have been walking two roads. Or a road with a fork in it, where I have sat at the cross roads and hedged my bets about which road to take...the one with more security and where I go to grad school next January? I can't seem to know what's good for me, because every time I go toward OT school, I end up with a gut wrenching anxiety about the whole thing. The other is the road I want to take- the one that looks like I'm heading up a mountain without a sherpa. What can I say, that road makes me light up when I talk about it...the one where I figure out how to write for a living. I'm starting.

When Jonathan Coulton, one of my favorite musicians, decided to become a musician he was challenged to write and publish a song a week. Now, I don't know if writing a story a week will produce something good ( I might end up with 52 Mr. Fancy Pants before he got the Zen Drum), but I think it will definitely build out my portfolio and build my writing muscles which have atrophied in the past two years where I haven't written one original thing on my own in ages. I've been writing on the IK team and working with a friend on a cheesy romance novel. Both projects are going well, but I need to do something, something that's mine, something to shake off the fog in my brain.

Booyah.