The Joys of Nonsense

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? –Alice
This week I celebrated my 35th birthday with much of the same moodiness as I normally do. In general I love birthdays, but what I don’t love is being another year older and dreaming of the opportunity to be 25 again and know everything I do now. I would have been much better prepared for what the future held and I would have had much more fun being naughty. I also don’t enjoy the planning and coordinating and blah blah blah that turns the most magickal day in the world into a rush from one place to the other. It seems that in our busy lives most celebrations are resolved to be a series of appointments and place to go people to see. While this offers a certain frenzy of activity it also leaves a body worn out and barely enjoying the pure pleasure and joy of celebrating to begin with. All and all folks next year I believe I am going to Vegas so I can experience the pure pleasure of something 24 hours a day.
With age comes wisdom and also the tick tick tick of my self-timer telling me to get on the ball and become what I want to become. So today I set down a list of my professional goals. I’ve never been much of a goal setter. List maker yes, goal setter no and while I can make a mean grocery list or a to-do list to make an organization fanatic weep for joy my goalless existence has been a constant challenge. It seems that most anything sounds good to me. Be a writer? Sure that could be fun. International spy? Oh yes sign me up for my Bugatti. Can-can dancer? Of course I like to dance. Chicken Farmer? Do I get to feed them under a tree in my bare feet? See when you think the whole world is amazing and you want to experience so much of it the choices of what do you want to be when you grow up start become a little muddled.
Today though I have a plan to become a writer and if that doesn’t work out then I guess it is off to spy school. I also have a list of goals both professional and personal which is something that has always slipped by me. I am truly on a journey at this phase in my life. It has been like tumbling down a rabbit hole and into Wonderland, but it has been amazing none the less. So I guess now it is off to write cause starting Monday I am on a heavy deadline. I wish everyone an amazing Sunday. Go have fun do something that makes you feel the joy of nonsense.

What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations? -Alice

When I was in the fifth grade I had to write a story. I don't really remember the reason, but I remember the story and I also remember being upset that I never got it back. Probably cause my teacher was rumored to have a bottle of booze in the bottom of her desk. It was probably cough syrup, but who knows. The story was about a girl that crawled under her backyard fence and ended up in another world. I wish I still had it because I think at that moment I wanted to write, either that or I wanted to escape from reality both of which I still long for today. It's funny to think about now as I swim the murky depths of trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up at 34.
I've been writing bits and pieces for probably eight years now and have yet to finish anything but a couple short stories none of which have been published. While I use to look at this as failure and lack of focus I now look at it as it wasn't my time. I'm hoping that it is my time now as I start on what I hope will be a completed novel. This blog is my love affair with writing where my heroins are bigger than anything I could possibly be. They fight they hurt and they survive, and hopefully fall into unconventional relationships that span the globe.
I write how I would like to see the world which at times has involved bars where you could eat pie off a woman's stomach and where it is illegal to preform magic. Where a man can be a paranormal exterminator and make a good living and there is as much wickedness as there is goodness. I write about my life hidden in my characters, but most of all I write because I don't know how else to live. So follow me as I climb under the backyard fence into another world.