Journey into Uncharted Territory

I finally completed my 50,000 word short novel in the challenge.  Not on the deadline but life got in the way.  Doctor appointments and tests.  But I have finished.  Will be editing it in the month of February and then self-publishing.  Not sure which self-publisher I will choose but I will let you know.

In the meantime, I decided to do a Vol IV of the Intimate Evolution:  One Woman's Journey.  Still have Vol III to finish but Vol IV is more important right now.  The subtitle is:  Journey into Uncharted Territory.

Yes that is where my walk takes me now.  It's not a walk that any of us want to walk but it's a walk I must take without hesitation.  I'm documenting the journey in this Vol IV.

Namaste

Scribblings...Other Side of the Mirror

I'm doing a 50,000 word Challenge to write a novel in the month of November.  This is a tickler for you!

This is the synopsis of the book:

So it begins.  Just like always.  One word.  One thought.  One feeling.  An overwhelming craving.  A lust for life.  Yes and this is just like the first time.  No I take that back.  There is more intensity.  The thirst...the craving is for more understanding.  Where do I begin?  How do I explain?

I touch the wall.  Tenderly.  I can feel her touching the other side of the wall.  Her head resting on the mirror as my forehead now rests on this side of the mirror.  Her hand presses against the mirror and I seem to feel the warmth from it.  Impossible?  But nonetheless....I feel it.

And thus it begins...one feeling...one emotion...and then the intense desire...merging with the other side of the mirror...

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We are complex people with layers of who we are.  There is the side of us we present to the public and then there are other layers that only certain people get to see or know.  Sometimes we are so complex that we barely recognize our inner self.  This is about the other side of us . . . that other side that seldom do people see.

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I stand straight. Almost rigid. Sigh. Uptight? Heaven forbid...yes. I stand there looking into the mirror. Where is she? I need her. Need her right this moment. Why do I need her! Is this not MY life. She is only a reflection from the other side of the mirror. Do I care what she thinks....notices no question marks after any of those comments. Always the question marks but are they necessary when the question is truly for me? (note: question mark is used)

(prose piece is in here)

 Be damned the insipid ones who cannot not feel. Those that use or put down others to make themselves feel important.

Thus...Insipid:

in·sip·id
inˈsipid/Submit
adjective
lacking flavor.
"mugs of insipid coffee"
synonyms: tasteless, flavorless, bland, weak, wishy-washy; More
antonyms: tasty
lacking vigor or interest.
"many artists continued to churn out insipid, shallow works"
synonyms: unimaginative, uninspired, uninspiring, characterless, flat, uninteresting, lackluster, dull, drab, boring, dry, humdrum, ho-hum, monochrome, tedious, uneventful, run-of-the-mill, commonplace, pedestrian, trite, tired, hackneyed, stale, lame, wishy-washy, colorless, anemic, lifeless
"insipid pictures"

That is what I am talking about. Commit to LIFE. Commit to more then a lackluster existence. Experience ALL that life has to offer. And that is meant for me too.

I am not like an “insipid” coffee. I am like espresso or Turkish coffee with substance. Body. Mexican coffee with a sprinkling of cinnamon. Not tea unless it is authentic chai with all the marvels of India and the spices that ignite the tastebuds and put a layer of persperation on the brow! The inspiration for dreams of abandonment under the hot sun with that cup of chai to increase the feelings of desire. Yes that is what I am – all of them...

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This is just an excerpt without the prose.  I have used "fiction" plus prose in this book.  Enjoy.  

Yes, Nicole, the SASS is back!  Namaste

Shadows...

Shadows on the walls.  Shadows on the floor.  Shadows in the byways of the mind.  Ever present.  Can the cobwebs ever be cleared away...brushed away.

I need to brush them away.  To put them far far away.  I can do that.  I can make the shadows go away...whether daylight, dusk or in the dark of night.  They can be put away.

You . . .

You are my sunrise.  You are my moonlight and everything between.  You are the air I breathe.  My first thought each day and the last before I fall asleep.  You are my dream . . . my reality.  You are the ying to my yang.  You complete my sentenses . . . my thoughts as I complete yours.  You are my beginning with no ending

Words...Words...Words

Words are my life as is music.  Each leave their impact.  Slightly different impacts...perhaps.  Words once they journey from the vocal cords to the tongue to be spat out...they can never be taken back.   Especially the words of anger.  Words of hate.  They hang in the air.  Reverberate until they echo with resounding reminder of what those words meant when uttered.

Take them back!  Take them back!  sigh...I cannot...I cannot

Words.  Impact.  Regret.

Lost: my Compass..

lost my compass...lost my balance.  Cannot find home!  Where did it go?

Clarity...

One morning you wake up and there is clarity.  We hold on to things....things?  Feelings.  Material objects.  Baggage.  Baggage of the past.  We hang on desperately.  To what end?  Are we afraid of moving on?  Are we afraid without the baggage, the material things we become less or even do not exist?  Is it a holding on to something rather then to experience life?

One morning you wake up and the fear has dissipated....you realize that the only thing that stops you from experiencing all that life has to offer is you.

We lose our focus and along with it goals.  When I first started this blog - oh seems like ages ago...it was about the places where I landed for awhile to experience life.  From Minnesota it was Red Lodge, Montana and back to St Paul for a brief balancing of my spirit.  Now North Carolina.  Oh North Carolina has been most interesting...not what I anticipated at all.

Red Lodge was about learning about myself.  A part of me that I denied - as a friend told me (a very wise friend) claim who you are.  I did claim who I am before I left Red Lodge.  North Carolina has been thoughts...ponderings and clarity.

One morning you wake up and the fear is less and there is more clarity.  One morning I shall wake up and there is no fear and the clarity is ever present.

One morning...