And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...

This is the way it has to be for me, to keep going and to keep writing. I can't allow myself to be influenced by the opinions of people who have very little idea of what I do, or I will freeze up and choke and toss it all away, like I almost did back in August. This is my dream -- I'm writing pro. I'm living my dream. How many people can say that?

Some dreams sometimes move on
But no dream is lost for long
Some angels fall from stars
But those angels are not ours

I don't believe it's all for nothing
It's not just written in the sand
Sometimes I thought you felt too much
And you crossed into the shadowland

And the river was overflowing
And the sky was fiery red
You gotta play the hand that's dealt ya
That's what the old man always said

fish these days did you know? they come in many sizes
one size is Small Size
so we have a bag of fish and they are all small sized
snack sized, if youe will

Lots of folks from my writing clan are participating in NaNoWriMo, and I think it's a wonderful project.  Anything that gets people to write has my seal of approval.  I think it also gives people a real taste of what it's like to be a pro and write every single day toward a very tight deadline.  If you want to be a multi-genre author and have more than two books out in a year, pretty much figure on every month of your life being NaNoWriMo. :)

Loyalty is one of these commonly assigned characteristics. Angels are thought to be truly loyal because they are not subject to their own changing agendas. Angels are wholly devoted to God and their loyalty to him is unquestioned.

As a biomusicologist, David Parsons is intensely aware that his compositions will involve a wide range of feline motor effects, including cerebral, subcortical and limbic. Because of this he strives to produce a synthesis of intricate feline aural stimuli in order to bring about 'emotional' musical responses from the cat which can alter its blood pressure and pulse rate and so change its breathing and the intensity of its energy modulating purr.

These specially devised sounds motivate the sensitive cat to respond, and the rhythmic-melodic structures which contain the sounds, encourage an order and a direction in its movements which can synchronize with the same order and direction in its human dance partner and so lead to a heightened communication. Parson's deliberate use of dissonant elements in the upper register have a liberating effect on most cats who respond with startled delight and often prolong their efforts accordingly.

It was from Tibetan cat charmers that he learnt how it is possible to 'drive' the cat's purr frequency by using sound combinations to bring about a synchronicity between the rhythm of the music and the cat's respiratory rhythm during the dance. Amongst other things, this enables the cat to prolong its physical effort, thereby making it possible for it to dance with us beyond its normal limited range of short-lived leaps and flurries. A Discussion on Music for Cat Dancing

"Tibetan cat charmers?" That sounds like something worth pursuing. I don't know about the dancing, but I do know that at least one of my cats (Dinah) responds to music. She loves to be sung to and, especially, whistling. It makes her purr and roll around and, for all the signs, makes her very happy.

When Bob holds the cats, he holds them up next to his chest and throat and sings and talks to them, and they seem to love the vibrations of his deep voice.

I should probably try dancing with Dinah. She might like it.

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day... "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." "I suppose you are Real?" asked the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. "The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."

U.N.C.L.E. FAN FICTION IN PRINT - Article - Fanfic and Fandom

For a long time now I have known that I am more interested in an artist's process than their art. While I love to look at art, and read fiction voraciously it does not excite me as much as researching the lifestyles and daily activities of the artists. Perusing an artist's journal or sketchbook is akin to experiencing someone else's life firsthand, their secrets, personality and passions being revealed. A photo of a workspace moves me to no end, it is a sacred place where the creator let's his/her talents flow out into the world unimpeded. But more than that it represents an artist's agreement with themselves to create and to sit with the process. I also want to know about the little things, the daily rituals that help us to be present with the work.

Grinding Ink...

I'm the same way. I love seeing pictures of people's desks, seeing what kinds of things they keep there; I like to know what books they have on their shelves, and what their computer wallpaper looks like, and know what keeps them up at night . . .