Writer/Artist/Poet/Blogger/Etc.

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should I shut down my tumblr because no one reads it?

my Twitter is far more interesting btw

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A Writer’s Mind

What is a writing mindset? This means different things for different individuals. For me it means always looking at things and wondering how they would translate to the page.

I am a very visual person and I like that to show up in my writing. I like to create lush visual imagery that comes alive for the reader. The other thing I do is look at dialogue.

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IQ vs EQ

Intelligence quotient vs Emotional quotient. Which is more important? What happens if both are high? Isolation. Solitude. Possible madness….The price of being other than the lowest common denominator. Is this always true or are there others out there in the cold void that are not mindless bots and droids? These are not the droids you’re looking for…

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PSA

to all the scammers and bots: Stop it! You are fooling none of us! We are too Intelligent and Skeptical for you. End of message.

[quotefeeling]

“The funny thing is when you start feeling happy alone, that’s when everyone decides to be with you.”

— Jim Carrey

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Fighting Something

fighting something you don’t understand

why would you; you’re just my hand

you write the words I am supposed to say

tow the line and emote the right way

you’re just my hand

my mind is internal. You don’t speak for me

Or write my feelings or share my conflicts

we are divorced from one another

only roommates never lovers

My inner hell not yours to discover

I think and you my extremity follow

Your pen strokes reek of duty

unsatisfying in the dark descent

your just my hand

unsatisfactory; disloyal

inadequate in the ambivalence

fighting something

that you will never comprehend.

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Do you like haggis?

I adore it but usually only on Robbie Burns day. But yes, I know what’s in it and still eat it. Lol answering questions I asked myself no I’m not crazy at all. What would make you say that?!

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No One Is Reading This

I am just posting madly into the void. I sometimes feel like this is true. I might as well stand on my head and call myself a watermelon. I could impersonate Tyler Durden. But my alter ego has a name. I call her Corrina Nouveau and she wants to be let out once and a while.

Vanishers

Where are all the lonely people?

What is their purpose and their plan:

Why do they take only for themselves,

and never for another;

Why do they alienate colleagues,

friends, and lovers.

Where is the purpose in the pain?

They are Vanishers in the dark. The addicted.

Loneliness is a more potent catalyst

than loving ever was. It’s like trying to understand

the breaking in all the broken places; inexplicable and gnawing

dissatisfaction….of what could have once been.

Being noticed yet never being seen.

Fame is the whore. The setting in of scars.

Starting of a civil war. Vanish into the void.

Alone in a crowded room.

[thoughtkick]

“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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Lifting Weights And The Mind-Body Connection

Being in the zone for me, physically, is sometimes difficult. Especially for someone as cerebral as I am. Tendencies I have make me more likely to just intellectualize everything and live in my head. Kamala Harris said it’s important to take care of your body as well as your mind. Both need attention otherwise one may stagnate. Because the two are connected.

The weight room in the basement just got dusted off, and is being used again. I try to be consistent and view it as a form of conscious meditation. Focus on form and number of reps. Avoid overtraining but work with enough intensity to see discernible results. The journey is equally as important as the destination. Slowly getting more fit. Increments not overnight success. Expecting perfection is counterproductive to making a daily habit stick.

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oatmeal is the best Scottish food I was raised on, but then I put raisins in it Give me one good raisin why I shouldn’t.

[lethotep]

Y'know, it really is a beautiful thing, complimenting your guy friends...

Like, I saw a post a while ago online about how a lot of men will maybe get one or so compliments a year, if that, and how they tend to hang on to those moments dearly

And I was like, I'm pretty shitty at complementing people in general, even if I do think there is something worth complimenting at the moment... I should complement my bros in life more

Anyway, I have a friend/coworker who complimented my (very colourful and loud and paisley-filled) outfit at work and told me how he loves bright colours, but never wears them because he'd be too self-conscious to do so. I mentioned that I felt the same at first, and slowly added things to my work clothes bit by bit over the years before I became as flamboyant at work as I am now

Anyway, the last time I saw him he was wearing a really nice Hawaiian shirt with a beautiful fractal pattern and great colours, and I kept thinking how cool it was, and it was only at the end of the day that I realised, damn I've been thinking that a lot without doing anything about it, "I should tell him his shirt is awesome!"

so I did

The way his face lit up with absolute delight and pure joy at having his shirt noticed and commented on was the most honest reaction to a compliment I've ever seen in my life!

Anyway, complement men more

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#men need complements too

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Stanley Park Vancouver BC

Stanley park is on First Nations territory. The first peoples have owned this territory for thousands of years. The park is on unceded Coast Salish Land. This first and foremost must be acknowledged as fact.

As a child and as a young adult Stanley Park was always there for me. For the city of Vancouver. For everyone. Everything about this place is special. So many things about Stanley Park are iconic. Too many things to list. Somebody please tell me some negatives to counterbalance things.

The sea wall was a welcome scenic walk when I was a child. Getting ice cream at prospect point and taking in the view of North Van. Going to the zoo and the aquarium. (Yes there was a zoo in the 80’s) Watching the penguins and otters. Getting popcorn and peanuts. Feeding the birds and the squirrels. The petting zoo, the train.

My favourite part of Stanley was the Nine ‘O’ Clock Gun. Hands down obsessively favourite thing. I was 5 and loved to watch things blow up! I was a tom boy back then and also loved to play Street hockey. One time when the gun went off our dog escaped and we had to search for her. It took a very long time to find her under some bushes, cowering.

(I will write more about this later my sons tooth just fell out I have to go deal with it. The joys of being a mom lol.)

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My Coping Mechanisms Are Humour and Pictures of Old Motorcycles

I use humour to diffuse tension and relieve stress. Always have, always will. It’s like a ride or die friendship. Sometimes hilarious, sometimes darkly morbid and strange but always uniquely human. Real at all costs. I have an expired calendar with old motorcycles. Kept the pictures though. Great ones. Triumph, Indian, Yamaha,etc. Beautiful old machines. Like the ones seen on American Pickers. I don’t care that “It’s not a girl thing”- Just like them anyways. I also like old classic cars. Shelby baby. Corvair. Corvettes have more curves than some women.

Design elevates cars and bikes beyond being simple machines. There is history in those lines, poetry, prose, eloquence to be had. Drive right off the page and into the ether. The mist of reminiscence. The driving power of yesteryear.

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My son made a bread truck run

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Bugs in my house what kind of bugs are they?