Get it out there

Get those stories within out there. There are so many in my head that it is overwhelming. There is a set of stories and characters that have been entertaining me this week. Like a big pot of soup I want to throw as much as I can into it and just see how it tastes. Then I asked myself, “Why not put ingredients up on the blog as an experiment and just see how it tastes as it cooks?” OK, I will do that.



Froggie & the boy

My world was my Mom, my Dad, and house. The house was grouped within others that looked the same yet different in a Easter type of way. Easter yellow, blue, purple, etc. colors. Ours was Easter egg yellow with egg white trim. My dad worked in the yards and garage. My mom worked inside the house and kitchen. There were many sunny days. I kept myself busy at play with a heart filled with love of the perfect life. What am I? I am a little boy.

At night the weather often changes. Sunny days of love can turn into rainy days of darkness. What is the biggest change- you can’t go outside. “But what about with an umbrella?” No that will only protect you from rain coming straight down, but rain will come from all directions as often rain does. One day it rained all over the inside of the house. Thunder, lightning, winds, sloppy ugly black storms of anger. Yelling, objects flying, disharmony, hate, my face was wet. I could only stay in my room, but my face was getting wet. Loud noises of raging thunder were making me jumpy and anxious. Where could I hide? My door is always cracked open, because I am scared of the dark, but I was now very scared of the light in the hallway that was so very loud and angry.

Where could I go? I could not go into the closet there were boogeyman in there, no way, don’t get too close to the window or the Evil tree will get you with talon branches always scratching at the window to take you away forever. I went to my bed, it is so comfortable and full of my stuffed animal friends. I have to run and jump onto it though, because of course there is a dragon underneath it.

I wiped my face on the inside of my oversized basic white tee-shirt that mom would put on me for the night. I slowed time down and eased my breathing, I was fast and the dragon was slow, it would not get me this night. The tee usually hit my ankles so I pulled it up a little for running. A couple of bounds and I was flying over the bed into the arms of my stuffed friends. I laughed a little as I landed and then asked everybody “How’s everybody?” “We are excellent now that our boy is here,” said Froggie. “Thank you.” “Your welcome.”

I feel like I should stop, and do some ‘splainin’. All the stuffed friends had been given to me by friends and family as gifts and therefore they were alive and full goodness. Froggie was a little different he was made with love by my Grandmother. She said that he is frog, but does not look like one at all, he looks like a soft humpty dumpty turtle without a shell. His front is a light green cloth with two half marbles for eyes, a buttoned nose, and a big red thread smile for a mouth. His smile is always there, it never changes yet big laughs will come out of it, if I had to pick one word that explained him it would be….Fun. His back is a white, with green striped patterns, and his arms and legs look the same as a gingerbread cookies. All the other stuffed friends are alive but some were made at stores or storyhouses…some include The Raggedy Sister and brother, a big yellow bird, a Tiger that sold gas, a blue monster that ate only cookies, and a happy mouse with a high-pitched voice. Froggie was special though, he was my best friend. Enough ‘splainin’ for now.

After I said hello to everybody, we decided to pull the covers over the group and wait out the storm in warmth. We made a campfire (Not real fire, pretend fire), and sat in a circle and laughed and told stories until I fell a sleep happy.

In the morning I was awakened by warm sunshine on my face, the storm was gone, the dragon, evil tree, and boogeyman had disappeared to their day sleeping places. The morning looked good and safe, I took Froggie with me out of the room to look for Mom and Dad. After breakfast I wanted to take Froggie into the backyard to do some exploring. I know there is a tree in the back corner that is the tallest in the world. I want to climb it and look around.

OK, so that was a taste of some of the ingredients. Q & A- Q: “Why does there have to be multiple….I will use the word villains because that is what came out of the keyboard?” A: It may come out as a downer but I wanted to get some of the ideas of evil out there, and what came to me was the Storm across the hallway, the dragon under the bed, boogeyman in the closet, the evil tree outside my window, etc. Those were some brainstorming ideas. I do want to be heavy on examples of Goodness, because my ultimate goal would be to make these uplifting tales. Q: “Why so little dialogue?” A: “Just the way it happened, it is meant as an introduction.” “I had no idea what would come out, well some things were planned, but it turned out very different than expected. Heck, I totally left out characters like Roknhorse and also the Scientist. But there will be other opportunities for them, ‘til then later.” -Rog

Going deep

We are all capable of being saints or sinners. It is possible to live in heaven or hell. It is up to you to tell the difference between clouds and smoke.

Look it up!

Sometimes I doubt that I comprehend words, so I look them up in the dictionary and am often surprised at what I find.

Deadline- 1. A time limit, as for payment of a debt or completion of an assignment.
2. A boundary line in a prison that prisoners can cross only at the risk of being shot.

Huh, that is weird, I did not know about the #1 definition.

120810 Gothy morning everybody!

12/08/2010

Woke right up at 5 this morning, mind racing, but not clearly. Have had some intense dreams the last few days. Now in the past I would have told myself that they are evil, and that because of association I was evil too. We all have bad thoughts and I do have an active imagination. It makes sense that I would scare the poop out of myself. I feel strength in my spirituality lately and that has given me strength. Have to be careful not to get to be over confident, interesting that I just swiped confident because I was interested in what the thesaurus options were and self possessed was an option, interesting, I just swiped interesting and another option was stimulating. Using Thesaurus’s are fun. I could turn my dreams into entertainment. I have been feeling like I am being pulled a little in the devination direction. I saw a Ouija board in target the other day and it really peaked my interest. The pointer could glow in the dark. I want to be able to use the occult in stories, at the same time I do not want to fall into negativity and darkness. Look into the dark, but spend most of the day in a sunny disposition. I think I will listen to The Cure to cheer me up.

Great movie lines

"Gentlemen, please rest your sphincters." -Hedley Lamar, Blazing Saddles...or is it, Hedey?

A quote from Mel.

"I don't know what to say, so I'll just say what's in my heart... Baboom, Baboom, Baboom."
-Mel Brooks

Discuss.....

Discuss…. craziness. You are crazy. You know what is crazy is denying it, I know that I am a star that does not fit in a round world. For protection I hide the craziness from people that I do not completely trust. So take it as a compliment that I don’t think that you will turn me in to the mental health Nazis. You know what? Straight jackets are tight, and I would enjoy shock treatment, but the institutionalized ladies are not that attractive. Maybe their makeup is taken away from them. Now if they were hot that is a whole different situation, beauty supersedes crazy. Actually crazy is usually attached to beauty, it is a very exciting package. Beauty is fleeting though, crazy is permanent. So you got to pick your battles.

I have a feeling that I may be out of the craziness closet now.  Oh well.