NaBloPoMo post 30: And Away We Go
I've still got a few ideas for blog posts. Scene reports I wanted to write, something about energy work, dreams and theories, some of my fledgeling ideas about the nature of love.
In the end, I finally realize that there's some things best kept to myself. Or as usual, not enough time for all my wishes. So what stray thoughts are rattling around my brain?
Not many, I'm stuffed full of my first crockpot pot roast, the fresh French flute Coyote brought home, and a gravy made by Tiger that's so good, I wanna lick the last spoonfuls from the pot.
I did some simple bondage photography earlier in the afternoon, then snuggled with the hawt bondage model and watched some of 30 Days of Night. Now the three of us are watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, each with a laptop on the lap but half-watching the movie as light conversation bounces around the room.
I did promise a glimpse to my next writing project, so okay.
I want to make a series of Tumblogs that analyze song lyrics to some of my favorite singers and bands. Like, really go in-depth, treat them like poetry. I'm going to keep it anonymous for awhile, I think that'll be easier for me. A little research on wikipedia and at the library, and I'll be ready to start, though I don't expect to really get underway until sometime in January.
And now, a little more of that heavenly gravy and a warmed piece of blueberry pie. Then cleanup from dinner, and the midseason finale of The Walking Dead.
Thirty blog posts in thirty days, done. I rock!
In the end, I finally realize that there's some things best kept to myself. Or as usual, not enough time for all my wishes. So what stray thoughts are rattling around my brain?
Not many, I'm stuffed full of my first crockpot pot roast, the fresh French flute Coyote brought home, and a gravy made by Tiger that's so good, I wanna lick the last spoonfuls from the pot.
I did some simple bondage photography earlier in the afternoon, then snuggled with the hawt bondage model and watched some of 30 Days of Night. Now the three of us are watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, each with a laptop on the lap but half-watching the movie as light conversation bounces around the room.
I did promise a glimpse to my next writing project, so okay.
I want to make a series of Tumblogs that analyze song lyrics to some of my favorite singers and bands. Like, really go in-depth, treat them like poetry. I'm going to keep it anonymous for awhile, I think that'll be easier for me. A little research on wikipedia and at the library, and I'll be ready to start, though I don't expect to really get underway until sometime in January.
And now, a little more of that heavenly gravy and a warmed piece of blueberry pie. Then cleanup from dinner, and the midseason finale of The Walking Dead.
Thirty blog posts in thirty days, done. I rock!