I miss blogging. What happened?

Once upon a time, there was a girl. Actually, she wasn’t much of a girl. She was a cat-bat-moth-deer-octopus-owl-raccoon and sometimes many other things too. It got rather confusing at times.

31. Write a book

So so many ideas floating about with this one. In my art history class recently, I completely spaced out and thought about it all class period. I made up stories in my head and fashioned a half-fantasy, half-reality kind of world. I don’t remember one bit of the lecture that was going on. I did this often every class period. I dropped the class since then, but I’ll miss that imagination world I was stuck in.

My book will be this: A memoir kind of thing, but with some random fantastical elements thrown in. Where you’re not sure what’s real and what’s not. Lots of figurative language and magic thrown in, ala Francesca Lia Block. References to my paintings and drawings throughout the years. Simple sentences. Possibly in third person. Every person will have a name that I have assigned to them that somehow describes an aspect of their personality(I refuse to call it a nickname). 

Okay, the name thing is weird. I’ve actually been naming people in my mind for quite a while now. I’ve named a handful of people already. There’s The Realist, The Optimist, Sunflower, Chimera, Hurricane Child, Smoke, Breeze, Angel Parents, Polar Bear, The Experiment, Bones, Purple Bandana, Boots, Strawberry Soda, Beads, Sparkplug, Zipper, etc. And there are so so many more that I still need to name. I don’t know why, but it really helps my mentalness. Names have always been strange for me. 

Anyways.

It’s going to be tough to write. There are many memories of my past that I don’t remember and many that I don’t want to recall. And I would really love to write everything chronologically, but  different memories and stories come at different times. But it would be a wonderful cleansing thing for me. I need it. 

Fuck, it’s going to be weird. I don’t know how anyone will be able to follow it.