A first time...

 ... that wasn't as good as another first time.

In August I submitted, on a whim, what was the sum of my blog short bio to a publication. I did not expect much from it honestly. After a brief of radio silence, a response was received to what I would have expected.

Take this not as me bemoaning a author career I never had. I am just passing alone updates of this step from my comfort zone. I won't be tossing my hands to trash in disgust nor swearing from slathering emotion to paper. Just coming full circle on this first time submitting something outside of my bubble. 

I hope you are all enjoying the transition into spooky season and the chill of Autumn and Winter. I've already started wearing more of my long sleeve and sweaters as the temps drop and the girls get chilly. I'm sure others of the busty persuasion of figure can attest to the chill your breasts. I also, personally at least, am not always a fan of my nipples being noticed in my tops when the cold affects them. 

Silver's girlfriend and my fellow friend really enjoys the Halloween season. So we'll be enjoying a fun evening on Thursday for the Hallows Eve including food, friends, and maybe some fire water even.  It'll be fun!

Hoping i can be able to post more often, but life and the separation from the internet does tend to improve a already troubled mind. Our current timeline of life is bombarded by negative & pain for the sake of "content" that I honestly cannot be bothering my time with. I highly urge you all to spend time away from the internet and more with nature, friends, lovers, and yourself. 

Until our next digital meeting. kisses!

No fancy title...

... cuz' reasons

You can thank my cycle for my added presence this month, lovelies. More so, I desired to stay in bed all day today and need to feel like I am accomplishing a form of importance instead of impotence.

Two friends of mine have brought the internal tug-of-war within my literary space between my ears. The exceptionally talented of the two is an adjunct instructor of literary persuasion and has been encouraging me to submit writings to be published.

I've been supplied with a good starting step source website to look for appropriate options for publishers.

Yet, I am apprehensive. The mix of my shit self-esteem, undiagnosed ADHD potential, & self-doubt try to proverbially gang-bang me into feeling my writing is not suitable for publishment.

I have to shake those flakes of darkness & figure out the logistics of it all - as well as wait for Mother Nature to stop giving me period pains & listless moods.

I do hope to look into it more & being published would be a fun little gold star for my very shattered and jaded ego. We'll see in the future.

I'm going to finish my grilled cheese and soup and go to bed. I know it's hot as an oven outside, but I need my nostalgia comfort right now.

Until next time Lovelies! 💋

Blast from the past...

...not fit for use today.

Am I starting to seem like that man after marriage who only comes once a month if you're lucky? God knows I have been feeling that these past few months while I try to - never mind. I digress.

Visitors and avid lurkers may have noted my direction and focus on writing & general liberal arts. I felt willing to slip away from the covers of not letting people into my life through photography.

I'm not keen on giving the internet roamers access to more pieces of a puzzle called my life so they can start their perverse hunt for the soul behind the ink (even if it is digital). However, pictorial context is necessary to flesh out the archeological findings I uncovered within my storage unit after helping my parents declutter Mama & Papa's things.

Hidden under some sheets and boxes was an old Underwood Champion typewriter. Sadly, it's well beyond its operative lifespan. It is an amazingly majestic artifact of the Gilded Age of literary drafting. A time before autocorrect & backspace or delete keys, when you felt the tactile indentations of the letters within the keys, the force of your digits produced the leverage to strike each character onto your paper.

This gem also harkened to a time of solitude within a study or room as it was only you, your thoughts, your typewriter & the sounds of your typing as you spilled the inner machinations of your story into your fingertips and onto the page with ribboned ink. There is a very romantic, dare I say literarily erotic aura, which a typewriter commands your attention upon its sight.

Truly, I wish this typewriter from my grandparents was functional to use. Yet - I share here its form for my fellow literary souls who may appreciate the sensual forms of its key sets, feed drum, & strike arms - which once would write worlds onto woven sheets of fiber.

I hope to find an old Smith Corona unit someday that speaks to me & maybe when that day comes, I will have something aged like wine within my conscious to strike to paper. Until then - please enjoy these two photos I took & until next time I see you, my lovelies ~ goodnight!

 

Underwood Champion Typewriter (Manual Operation)

Underwood Champion Key Set and Striker Rack

 

💋P.S. I am in no way an expert on typewriter terminology, so the naming of parts I say are most likely nonsense to true experts.