What I want

I am never very good at actually naming the thing I want. I'm always afraid that once you name it, all the magic floats out of it and it becomes ordinary. But not today. After a very interesting Beltane that hasn't quite finished, just for once, I have a clear idea of exactly what I want to do next.

1. Find an old hotel carved into the rocks of Cappadocia or Petra, or somewhere where the land is orange and red; explore.

2. Sit in a window seat of old hotel high above the mountains and write for days.

3. On reaching natural break in story, leave solitude, go find party full of friends, see everyone, give big hugs, say hi, hear what's going on, dance, enjoy music and talk.

4. Take lover somewhere/lover takes me somewhere far far away and we make out for a couple of days or until we are sated.

5. Return to 1 and repeat process until book is finished.

Yup, that will do nicely.

I hate being right

Sometimes I could throw a shoe at the raven in my head. That bird is right far too often.

*Pouts* Ah well,nothing to get heavy about. If I must be right, best be right about unimportant stuff. On to other things.

( The Weekend )

And tonight, I am alone and thoughtful.

I don't expect it to last long.

Shut up Raven. I know, OK?