All I Want for Christmas

So I just downloaded a Blogger application to my droid so I don't have to get up and go to my computer to blog. As I lay in my super warm, comfty bed I am realizing that there is much I want this Christmas season that wont be waiting for me under my [slightly pathetic ] Christmas Tree. It started when I woke up this Christmas Eve Morning cozy and cuddly...with no one to cuddle. This puts Man Specimen at the top of my list.
Now I know the Feminist Movement says we don't need a man, and I don't, but I'd sure like one. This would have been the perfect morning to sleep in and wake to a warm bodied, handsome man. With no need to rush out of the bed. We could just lay in silence enjoying the.....coffee??
Yes, the next thing I want is coffee. I don't even like coffee but doesn't it fit perfect in my scenario? Me and my Man Specimen cuddle under tons of blankets and pillows with warm steaming coffee mugs on the nightstand in the pre-dawn light on Christmas Eve Mourn? Yes, I indeed want coffee. 2 coffees to be exact.
Next, pancakes and bacon. Now normally I would have sausage with panakes but yesterday I learned there is a Bacon of the Month Club. Can you believe that!? Bacon is so delicious a club has been made where you can have wholesome bacon delivered to your doorstep once a month!! That sounds like heaven! It's clouded my mind since I read about it. So bacon with my pancakes and my coffee and warm, handsome Man Specimen.
I have none of these things but I do have a droid with a blogger app so that I can lay under my Ikea Childrens bed set and blog about the things that I wont be opening up tomorrow. Either way I am pretty darn blessed to be alive and pretty in love with this life. So thank you Jesus for first being a baby and then being a savior, and thank you cyber world for letting me take up a url and anyone who may read this Merry Christmas.

Blocked up and it's not even 2011....

I have been trying to write this morning and I am already on a form of writer's block. ugh. Trying to write some poetry for Line Zero (linezero.org). It isn't going so well, but here's a piece for you anyway

Small People (Unfinished)

She had small hands
Small hands and long fingers
And a crooked smile

He had small hands too
With fingernails bitten down from his crooked teeth

Their hands fit perfectly in each others,
Elbows knocking as they walked

Her large eyes graced him
Noted ever piece of clothing outside
And every curve of his body beneath
Every place her small hands would search in the dark

and he knew every curve of flesh that his lips would crease
causing gasps of air
and the heat to surface from their bodies



to be continued...

In 2011...

Hello!

It is late at night. I just got home from an improv show called Slay Bells in Capitol Hill. It was done by a wonderfully talented group of people know as The Blood Squad (bloodsquadpresents.com). This was my first time being in the audience at one of their productions but it most definitely will not be the last!

However, that is not what brings me back to this blog, after about a years time. I am going to try this whole blog thing again in 2011. I think it will help me to keep track of the creative schedule and goals I have given myself for the upcoming year.

It started out with NaNoWriMo. For those who don't know, NaNoWriMo is a month long contest in November to write a 50,000 word novel. I completed it this year, writing my first ever novel titled '15'. This reminded me how much I love writing and how much I need to do more of it. Luckily, NaNoWriMo has opened up a wealth of additional venues for motivation and competition in the written arts. Because of these new events being made known to me, I have compiled a schedule of what I will be partaking in;

February Album Writing Month- 14 track album in 28 days
Script Frenzy- 100 page script or stage play in April
National Epic Poem Writing Month- 5,000 line Epic Poem in May
Solo Photo Book Month- Solo photo book in 31 days in May
Write a Novel- 50,000 word novel in June
3-day Novel contest- Write a novel in 3 days in September
NaNoWriMo- 50,000 word novel in November
"In the Palm of Your Hand" poetry group- Write one poem a week for the year

If I were to complete all of these, in 2011, I would have recorded a music album, written 3 novels, a play, an epic poem, and 52 additional poems and a photo book. I would say that is a healthy creative schedule. In addition to these goals I will add finish edits on '15' by February and get published at least twice.

I am hoping this blog will help me chronicle my goals as I reach (or fail to reach) them.

Regarding the Man with the Bonsai Tree

You held life in dead hands
holding steady to the ideal of this man
who knew how to stick it out

Her purse on one shoulder and her coat on the other
one palm on her waist, an excuse to get closer
you held out the tree,to her disapproving composure

she smiled looking at the man across the row
he was giving his girlfriend a necklace, gold.
You'll never win her this way, you know.

Day Two

Wrote about a young kid yesterday...


constant connetion
technology at your fingertips
brain waves link airwaves link rays of radiation
text on scroll pages in pocket computers and mp3 players
block out the sound of real life that surrounds you
trade LOL with laughter leaving soul to mouth to earhole
the click of some buttons to the graze of rough skin
a virtual lifestyle from miles of unchartered brilliant earth
forgotten what real life is worth

Poem 1-A Man and a Perdicament

Here is the first bus poem, decided these will be unedited poems

he lightly kissed the heads of three children
tucked into wooden framed beds he built
before he would head into the darkened day

hes been here before,
surrounded but alone
wedding ring feeling misplaced on left hand ring finger,
and bus of early morning commuters watch him play content
crossword puzzless done in pen
beanies on heads to hide the cold
big hands take backpacks, wide backs give rides to small kids
tying him to this life while he thinks ' i could've been big'
slips off his wedding band, opens a magazine with his left hand and feels relief
when ladies smile he feels seen
not stuck with thinking 'this is life for me'

stopping to greet the woman in the high heeled shoe
he exists the bus daily to sit in a room selling things to people who would'nt know what to do with the product
another hiccup in society
dreams crushed under the rest of life's necessities
its demanding 'feed me' needs leaving him hungry and empty for the filling
bent on knees pleading for a break

Busy Bee and Resolutions

The time between then and now seems to have stretched a lifetime. I am changing, you are changing, the people we love are changing too.

It has been a little over a month since my last blog, bad I know, but life has a way of pulling your attention to places other than where you want it to be. Novemeber was National Novel Writing Month. I started off strong and determined to finish the race. Half way through the month a personal clamity struck in which everything I thought I stood for seemed to be questioned. I had always thought myself the strong person, with even stronger convictions, but I waivered in a situation that held universal sized importance. In my hesitance I failed a very percious friend. I stopped writing. To you, to myself, for NaNoWriMo. Depression reached a low I hadn't been at in years. I cried. Everyday and most of the night. I think I am back now, the guilt I feel i've been assured is unncessary and I am trying to be the person I have always hoped to be.
I am starting a new project for my poetry. I hope to list it here and on my site valerielongwriting.com, it will be a year of poetry inspired by the mass commuters I see on the bus everyday. This idea came to be when I first started riding the bus in August of this year. There were so many different types of people who all had a story, I wanted to write it for them. Particularly the girl in the yellow shoes, the one in the fishnet stockings, the man with the red nose, the couple with matching lip rings. They all had something to say, and I wanted to help them say it. So this year, for each day I am on the bus I will write about one person and their story, however fabricated it may be and I will post it for you. Its my way of saying thank you to diversity and to people for being beautiful and making me fall in love with you every day.