Wicked Exhausted and My Left Eyebrow Is Feeling It

This is just a quickie… a flyby to let you know that I’m exhausted and feeling it all the way to the bone. My toenails and hair tips have been arguing all weekend, talking about “I’m more tired than you are!” and “No, I’m the one who knows what fatigue feels like!!”, when my left eyebrow lost all sense of decorum and told them, “Shut the fuck off, both of you. I’m so beat than I can’t even lift myself to show my disbelief of your idiotic squabble!!!”

I’m just letting them be… That’s what you do when your body parts shout at each other… Really. I’m choosing to focus all my energy on my innards… since they are the ones who should be drained and drowsy and a bit anxious before a trip to the OR. So wish me and my innards some luck, my Wicked Luvs. And don’t judge our typos, if we committed any… we’re tired and feeling a tad too loopy to proofread. 😉

Of course, my feet will never be too anything not to want to show off yummily Wicked socks… or fantasize about dancing in warm summer rain… *cackles infused giggles*

♥Read you later. Write you always.♥

Wicked Socks

Of Writing and Witchy Living

I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving had the most wonderful of times with family and friends. I wish those who hunger—for food, shelter, health, freedom…—find their much needed nourishment very soon. I spent most of the holiday reading about tummy medical procedures to come, and baring my teeth at what might be a mild food allergy that interferes with my swallowing… upcoming tests shall say more…

In between teeth baring and reading, I wrote poetry and fiction and crafted a bit… and worked, very slowly, on a Pay It Forward project for which I’m about three years past due *cough, cough, cough*. There has been some stretching and exercising, too. I was cleared to work out again, but at such a slow pace that the boredom might urge me to pull my hair out before I can get any real benefit from the so called physical training. Don’t start yelling, my Luvs! I am being rather careful. Patient? Well, that’s a whole different tale.

Speaking of tales and such, I finished the story inspired by “Balance”, the short Bit that won the sixth Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry. I shall publish it at the beginning of the week. It just doesn’t feel like a Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving weekend tale. Also, I’ve been editing a collection I aim to publish in the spring—in electronic and print formats *overexcited giggles and delight-filled cackles*. At the same time, I’m trying to figure out the best way to integrate my spoken words and Expanding Wee Bits features. I’m thinking of a biweekly thing… but I’m not sure yet.

Last, but never least, I’ve been finding homes for my urban driftwood—AKA all the logs and sticks I collect during my walks around my NYC woods. The piece below made the perfect shelf for “Mistress Moon”, by SunshineShelle, and its companions: Oma Linda’s wee cabinet of curiosities, Eliora’s wee bottle, and Sharon’s wand.

Urban Driftwood

What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs?