Snatch!
May 28th 2007 04:45
Writers block is not a problem for me here on Orble. I have a few hundred posts Im trying to get out, pages worth of ideas Im desperate to post on. My precious novels? My beloved short stories? My sketches and paintings? Sadly forgotten. I spend so much time here being creative in my new medium that I forget there are others. So, writing a post isnt "Hmm, what will I write about today?" It is, instead, sitting amoungst hundreds of swirling ideas and reaching out and SNATCHING one, any one, to write about and expand upon. I want to write about Najara and Zee Zee Mush. I want to post up my fabulous 20 something receipes and budget saving shopping tips. Ive got comedy posts, entertainment posts, celebrity posts and absolute mind benders like "how man invented God" and "Did Shakespeare mean to write in Iambic Pentameter?" Too many, too many ideas!
Let me say, its got to be awfully cold for me to think its cold. Why? Because I love the cold. Weather is one of my all time favourite topics and it was my first ever post here on Orble. People have no idea what they're getting into when they innocently say to me, "so, hows the weather?" They're likely to get a ten page speil on the cold front thats moving through being pushed by a warm cloud, influenced by el nino, the cirrus versus cumulo nimbus thats moving over and the lack of rain and how screwed up that is. Kman says I should have been a meterologist, Im that sensitive to weather. The reason Im bringing it up is because its severly affecting my mood and what I write. When its cold and cloudy, Im inspired. When its warm and sunny, Im lethargic. Im a little disappionted in myself, because for the last few days, Ive been COLD. I finally understand why my mum hates the cold. Instead of inviting it in and bathing in it(which is the only way to love it) Ive been sheilding against it. Its really, really cold now! I wouldnt be surprised if we get a dusting of snow, because I know the mountains, less than 5 kms away, are getting it. Just now the much hated Sun has been covered by a fairy delicate film of white thats steadily growing thicker and thicker. Its lovely, like a doona, and its inspiring me.
Whats hurting me is my view of the sky. At the last house I had a magnificent view - Id never had so much sky over me. We lived in the flat plain of a valley with a few other neighbors, the land was cleared and the nearest tree belt was about a km away. The sun spun from one end of the property to the other, right over head, throughout the course of a day. Here the sun does not go over us, it sneaks past somewhere off to the right, so the house and paddocks(including clothes line) get next to nothing. Mornings are hard, cos I cant tell what time it is. It contributes to the cold. We have a small, slow combustion fire place, which is supposed to be highly superior to the open fireplace I had at the last house, and yet it proves itself notoriously difficult to light. Oh, sure, last night I threw in some newspaper, went out to get some logs and almost burned the house down because the newspaper lit by itself, but once I got kindling in the flames disappeared as if Id put in water instead of dry wood!
I can see very little sky. It hurts. I miss my stables at the old place, two big concrete stables with feedroom in between, and tack room leading off that and two other sheds, like a stable complex all my own. I miss my big flat cleared paddocks, all that was required to work the horses was setting the alarm an hour earlier. I miss being upstairs, the first time Id ever lived in a second storey, the stars right there outside my bedroom window, the higher breezes telling me what weather was coming. I miss having a bit of space between me and mum. I miss the 3 car garage that fitted in all our crap. I miss the bird averies that sheltered the ducks safely and I didnt have to worry about foxes and man, we never had sudden death or broken wings in those cages! I miss the pigeon man who lived one house over, his flocks spinning over my head all day to the whistle of his tune and calls of "come, come, come" to call them home when it was time for a new flock to go out. I miss the huge massive expanse of sky black with swallows wheeling and turning, and sitting on the sill of my office window, legs swinging in space while the swallows spun around me screaming in for landings on knife edged wings, the peeping of their babies music to my ears. I miss my old routines....I miss lighting the massve open fire, man, was it weird when we first moved in, to have a fire just THERE in the corner of the lounge room! Blazing away! I miss that lounge room.
I do not miss the HOURS of extra work. I do not miss the arsehole landlords or the failed septic system. I do not miss the bathtub that leaked rust. My new bathtub fills with clean HOT water, no running with boiling pots required, and is the biggest bathtub Ive ever used - I fit in it! I do not miss the creaky walls, the creatures running through the air conditioning ducts, the tons of cockroaches, the mice, or the brown snakes.
But I do miss the sky. I was spoiled there, to see so much sky. Sometimes I just need to ramble, to feel it....
And at the moment, I couldnt be happier, with the clouds painting colours for me to see, the horses doing rounds so I can watch them without moving from this spot.
Well, ok, I could be happier. I could have Kman home. Talli flying and well. An arena to work the boys. A job and SOME MONEY TO SPEND.
I could have some answers from my spiritual guides. Dont you just wish they were corporeal sometimes so you could wring their fucking necks?
Let me say, its got to be awfully cold for me to think its cold. Why? Because I love the cold. Weather is one of my all time favourite topics and it was my first ever post here on Orble. People have no idea what they're getting into when they innocently say to me, "so, hows the weather?" They're likely to get a ten page speil on the cold front thats moving through being pushed by a warm cloud, influenced by el nino, the cirrus versus cumulo nimbus thats moving over and the lack of rain and how screwed up that is. Kman says I should have been a meterologist, Im that sensitive to weather. The reason Im bringing it up is because its severly affecting my mood and what I write. When its cold and cloudy, Im inspired. When its warm and sunny, Im lethargic. Im a little disappionted in myself, because for the last few days, Ive been COLD. I finally understand why my mum hates the cold. Instead of inviting it in and bathing in it(which is the only way to love it) Ive been sheilding against it. Its really, really cold now! I wouldnt be surprised if we get a dusting of snow, because I know the mountains, less than 5 kms away, are getting it. Just now the much hated Sun has been covered by a fairy delicate film of white thats steadily growing thicker and thicker. Its lovely, like a doona, and its inspiring me.
Whats hurting me is my view of the sky. At the last house I had a magnificent view - Id never had so much sky over me. We lived in the flat plain of a valley with a few other neighbors, the land was cleared and the nearest tree belt was about a km away. The sun spun from one end of the property to the other, right over head, throughout the course of a day. Here the sun does not go over us, it sneaks past somewhere off to the right, so the house and paddocks(including clothes line) get next to nothing. Mornings are hard, cos I cant tell what time it is. It contributes to the cold. We have a small, slow combustion fire place, which is supposed to be highly superior to the open fireplace I had at the last house, and yet it proves itself notoriously difficult to light. Oh, sure, last night I threw in some newspaper, went out to get some logs and almost burned the house down because the newspaper lit by itself, but once I got kindling in the flames disappeared as if Id put in water instead of dry wood!
I can see very little sky. It hurts. I miss my stables at the old place, two big concrete stables with feedroom in between, and tack room leading off that and two other sheds, like a stable complex all my own. I miss my big flat cleared paddocks, all that was required to work the horses was setting the alarm an hour earlier. I miss being upstairs, the first time Id ever lived in a second storey, the stars right there outside my bedroom window, the higher breezes telling me what weather was coming. I miss having a bit of space between me and mum. I miss the 3 car garage that fitted in all our crap. I miss the bird averies that sheltered the ducks safely and I didnt have to worry about foxes and man, we never had sudden death or broken wings in those cages! I miss the pigeon man who lived one house over, his flocks spinning over my head all day to the whistle of his tune and calls of "come, come, come" to call them home when it was time for a new flock to go out. I miss the huge massive expanse of sky black with swallows wheeling and turning, and sitting on the sill of my office window, legs swinging in space while the swallows spun around me screaming in for landings on knife edged wings, the peeping of their babies music to my ears. I miss my old routines....I miss lighting the massve open fire, man, was it weird when we first moved in, to have a fire just THERE in the corner of the lounge room! Blazing away! I miss that lounge room.
I do not miss the HOURS of extra work. I do not miss the arsehole landlords or the failed septic system. I do not miss the bathtub that leaked rust. My new bathtub fills with clean HOT water, no running with boiling pots required, and is the biggest bathtub Ive ever used - I fit in it! I do not miss the creaky walls, the creatures running through the air conditioning ducts, the tons of cockroaches, the mice, or the brown snakes.
But I do miss the sky. I was spoiled there, to see so much sky. Sometimes I just need to ramble, to feel it....
And at the moment, I couldnt be happier, with the clouds painting colours for me to see, the horses doing rounds so I can watch them without moving from this spot.
Well, ok, I could be happier. I could have Kman home. Talli flying and well. An arena to work the boys. A job and SOME MONEY TO SPEND.
I could have some answers from my spiritual guides. Dont you just wish they were corporeal sometimes so you could wring their fucking necks?
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Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
It will be okay soon Kleo.
It's not a promise (unfortunately I'm only human) but a fervent hope.
I just read your GammaScope....and the second last paragraph is so true!
Congratulations on your new site!
...keep 'em coming...
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis