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Leave me messages I miss all my messages.

Pathetic plea for messages, but I'm not the first to do it :P

Another reason for changing the blog was because I missed getting messages.

So, today is Friday the 13th... doesn't phase me a bit anymore. But my brother. My poor younger brother, the day is a plague to him.

But it's an anniversary of sorts, Six months ago, I was sitting in a pub in Glasgow with Pipsie, and Stewart and Dave, and Sean, and Sally, and Gareth. And we were all having a marvelous time. It was also a Friday the 13th.

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So today I am home sick. I am currently detoxing my body and I am sick as a dog. It's the type of tummy ailment that can't seem to make up it's mind in which way it wants to attack you... So I stay home, and I clean. I do laundry and I clean some more. After cleaning is over. I make sundresses.

Which reminds me....

I am selling sundresses if anyone wants me to make them one. They are my design. I also make them by hand. It's a couple designs I've toyed with for a year or two now. I am working on getting pictures of them online. I've already got three orders for them and I just started them last week. So, I need to get busy on that. So, 10.00 plus shipping. Just leave me a comment and an e mail addy and i'll get back with you.

Also, I am working on getting my website updated for my photography too. That way I can get my wedding photography business advertisement up. And then I wait. I hope and I wait. Because I'm seriously not cut out for 9-5. I want to write, draw, dance, breathe deeply after it rains, to spend a day at the park reading a book, to sit in my back yard with my the scent of the flowers, and not go back inside until night fall, I want to drive across country and visit people. I want to hop in my car and show up on your doorstep and ask you if you feel like going out to a movie. I want to cuddle with the cats, the dog, a book, some paint (Viggo) a film. Whatever there is out there that makes me feel alive... I want to do it. It's not riches I want. I want thefreedom.

And, I want to enjoy the eccentricity of my muse. The muse sometimes needs to be tamed. Forcing creativity in one channel is difficult. It can be done. Surely. I could have finished my book right now. But If I did, the two chapters that I needed to write would be shit. Complete and utter shite. Because I wasn't in the mood to write. The key is, to keep coming back to it. If you are writing for the joy of writing. Then write. Write from your heart, whatever it translates to. Whatever it is that you can put into. A lot of times, something that looks like five different stories actually get blended together and you get a rainbow instead of the color blue.

Just needed to say that.