Gingersnap

I feel so overjoyed by the day having received almost 200 happy birthday wishes from my family, friends, and my fellow FL'ers, even Days of Our Lives treats- a "happy birthday" tweet from Alison Sweeney (Samantha Brady) and a "happy birthday" FB wall post from Mark Hapka (Nathan Horton). The weather was just phenomenal for celebration! This afternoon I was greeted by the yellow green eyes of frightened grey kitty cat. So pleased I was to give chase, wanting nothing more to give it a loving home, but unfortunately it disappeared in the light of day. I pray that Meano did not get to it. It was too small and innocent to be given such a torturous death from a dog. :( I had lunch with my friend, Erica who I hadn't seen since first grade ended. There was a chance meeting with my artist friend, Scott Gibbs at the library where I was greeted with a "happy birthday" hug and peck. Oh, that man, I just adore! I truly do! As I walked back home my bus driver fr...

Twas the day before her birthday, all through her apartment, No gifts could be seen, not even a hint. Early Facebook messages, emails, and tweets she had received, But a new age was drawing near, that had her aggrieved She refused to remove herself from her warm, comfortable bed, For visions of chocolaty goodness twirled in her head She forever in a bandanna and a Buffy tee, Wanted to settle in for a long autumn time z. She awakened to a rude kind of noise, Hoots, hollers, and whistles from the neighborhood boys. Groaning aloud, she went to shut them up as to continue her sleep, But in the lot, she was surprised to see her name upon a pretty purple jeep. The sun light reflected on the automobile made for her, Sudden tears shone in her brown eyes, making it all a blur. Staring with wonder on how such a thing could appear, Though she had no license, she was filled with great cheer. "Come now Birthday Eve Girl, tomorrow is your day, But now is the time to celebrate, the candles are o...

My birthday is in t-minus thirty minutes. Though technically I did not escape the womb until 11:35 A.M. I'm reflecting on the good things about 26. It was a rather good age for I graduated from college, received some wheels as a gift (though I still have no driver's license, lol), spent a beautiful summer in Denver house and cat sitting for a friend..... But the hardest thing for me still is finding a great job and sticking with it. There is nothing beneficial about staying in a small town that seems to be losing thousands of employment opportunities a month, but I am determined. It's also high time to make some brilliant work! Well, not brilliant persay, can we just say of the excellent equation. I'm writing more stories, including some shorts for I am entering a handful of writing contests. Art needs to be made for the grad school brochures are arriving and I need to be well prepared before sending off applications to my chosen destinations. Anyways, I must say 26 was...

I had a huge itch to scratch during my writing session today. I've started thinking about drawing the covers of my novels in litho crayon for sketch purposes. I need to find some eager models desperately. Though they do have nude model sessions at some art galleries, it is almost always rare to have an ethnic one coming in. I guess I shall take my chances! We'll see how it works out, but in the mean time here's some inspirartional images for me to look at. I wish I knew who the artist was. Perhaps Beverly Jenkins knows?

I'm not really making any art work right now. Perhaps not until I go to Denver for my two month house sitting gig! In the meantime, I am simultaneously working on a three romance novel trilogy set in the 19th Century period. These are a combination of a love for Beverly Jenkins (a writer who specializes in African American historical fiction) and Virginia Henley (who uses such concrete description in her Caucasian centered ones, plus my penchant for British history (due to art pf course!), and the long Shakespearean tradition of forbidden opposites attracted by each other. That is whenever I'm not disturbed and plus, it's very, very hot at Tien's house. I try not to be bothered by the constant sweat on my forehead. I keep telling myself it's the result of hard, brain operated labor! :) Book 1 Captain Branson Gray is a free slave and notorious pirate of the sea. A womanizing rake and cheroot smoking man with an unforgivable past, he travels with his partner and ally,...

Her skin is dark as charcoal dust Her skin also soft like silken red rose petals Her face is the shape of man’s true heart Her brows are arched graces of intelligence Her eyes are liquid pools of cacao beans Her nose is broad and flat as desert Her full lips are ripe and plump strawberries Her kiss is sweet, honey drenched wine Her body’s curves are from the Nile Her voice is rich, husky like an exotic Her walk is agile and graceful, so panther like And her name was Chocolate Beauty

Well, I am soon to have a BFA degree in drawing, but I still don't have a job- like a real job. I haven't worked in 3 years. It really sucks because everything has just been awful since then. I've had five interviews, a non-flexible schedule, and many long hours in the studio that got in the way of paycheck opportunity. Now I think there's a possibility for change! I'm going to throw myself out there harder (even though that rejection from Polaris Undergraduate Journal hurt a big deal!). It's time to live out my dreams and not let things pass me by in the dust! I realize I just can't just sit here growing a beard and pot belly like a man! I'm a female gosh darn it! It's time to giddy up on the horse and put this meager talent to work! Otherwise I am going to have the worse life ever. And no creative person wants that!