Sitting here in the break room at work. I have a handful of really amazing prompts that are glued in to the journal I started at the NCOW writer's retreat, but I don't want them to be some haphazard 30 minute appetizer. I feel that they are the main course. I know that the people that wrote the prompts specifically had me in mind when they wrote them and I feel that a little time a care should go in to how I use the prompts. It might sound a bit silly, but that's the way my brain works. Always has.
I have a bit of exciting news that, by the time this is posted, should have panned out. I found a FAQ on the inter webs that gave step by step instructions on how to redirect my domain (twistedzen.com) to my main blog (this tasty morsel you are reading here). The good news about that is, I can keep and continue to use the domain. I have to check my business cards (one of the last things that CS Graphics made) and see if they say "TwistedZen Photography" or "TwistedZen Productions"...I honestly can't remember at this point. In any event, I am happy I can keep the domain. I like it. I feel it's a domain that fits me. I mean, I strive for a zen in my life...even if it is a little bit twisted.
Story of my life. Seriously. I mean, sure, some things actually went in a straight line, but if I look back on how I got to here....brah, that shit is twisted as fuck.
And you know what? I'm ok with that. I wouldn't change a thing. I mean I might have changed the 3 near death and 1 on the operating table being kept alive by a machine for 5 hours moments, but even those shaped me in to the twisted dude you see before you.
And now. This point in my life, I feel like the people in my life are the exact people that need to be in my life. It's crazy. I sat in my apartment last night and just laughed. I mean, seriously all out belly laughs. And each time I saw #BreeIsLove on a comment or post, I laughed even harder. I can't put in to words how amazing the weekend really was. And that's not easy for a writer to admit. That I experienced something that was so otherworldly that I can't adequately describe it.
So...it looks like lunch is over. I need to grab a USB cable and transfer this over to a computer so I can upload it to the blogger site. Because, you know....low-fi writing in the hizzous.
Have a wonderful rage-bacon kind of day my friends.
*UPDATE* I giggled with glee as I hit SEND on the NEO2 and watched the words appear on the screen as if typing themselves by magic. True joy at the simple things. That's what it's all about.
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