Tonks's blog: "myowngenre"

I should be in bed, because work is booty early tomorrow. "Booty early" being a technical term. But instead I am procrastinating sleep. The three cups of strong British style tea probably do not help. Why do I do this? I love sleep. Once I'm asleep, I have no desire to be concious again. It was easier at the Dollhouse, when the girls would get together for wine and sometimes cigarettes on the porch before bed. I love Oregon, though. It is a dream accomplished, and now I can rest. My short stories have stymied, but my screenplay treatment is going well... now to utilize my time... se la vie, Tonks.

I've posted this elsewhere, but not at LC yet. Hope you enjoy... please feel free to comment!: I have been trying for four nights to describe the trees night Lansing sky my back porch to speak in poetry exactly how it feels cliches of filigree and dark arms and trying to say "pink" using any words other than "pink" metaphors completely out of my reach like... see? Like metaphors. brisk, lazy, real like the scene outside my backdoor every night An explanation is needed because I am this night, and hundreds before they have soaked into my skin freckles pieces of sky flecked on the star of my body but that's not what I meant to say. "rose"? this back porch these trees that sky which is different in every city every stop different air and the stars change They do. I would soak up the dark and not be bright shining oblivion and relief from the All that I feel Everthing standing and observing but mostly becoming. "blush"? My bed is behind this wall I can walk through the door but the roof doesn't hide the sky from me or me from the sky and dreams are too far away crowded head my hoodie pulled up sacred cloak with a two way zipper orange, just orange, not tangerine or marigold, or anything other than what it is and maybe the sky is pink and the trees filigree black armsagainst it and the moon I can barely see have to be just that because they are only so much more.

So, I've joined. Already it seems more interactive than Myspace. So much going on in my life lately, and this seems busy enough to keep up. Conundrum: Do I go trying to meet my writing deadline, or do I watch British comedy instead? -Tonks.