Tonight we’re going to talk about movie sequels. There are a lot of them this summer, and while I haven’t seen them all, I’ve seen quite a few… though I’ve been behind, really behind on doing the reviews. Something about the summer really screws up my schedule. Probably because I don’t really have one for the summer… Continue reading Tonight on #JustAddTea: Sequels
For me, Midsummer (or Litha, or the Solstice, or the first day of Summer, or whatever you want to call it) is about truth and healing and enjoying the sun! The sun shines light upon the darkness, scaring away the (metaphorical) demons, letting only truth shine, and on this, the longest day of the year, it is a day for discovery and welcoming truth and joy into our lives!
I have a strong urge to take a few of my incenses and my smudge stick and go to the beach and start a bonfire! Continue reading Merry Midsummer!!
Last night we had an awesome #JustAddTea Twitter Chat! Our topic was Inspiration, and we had a great turn out! Hopefully it will help me to overcome some of my own Writer’s block.
Well, that and getting on a regular schedule. If you couldn’t make it to the chat last night, here are the questions and my answers. Please add your own answers in the comments below, or Tweet them to me using the hashtag: #JustAddTea! Continue reading #ICYMI: Where does your Inspiration come from?
The summer seriously screws with my scheduling! First of all, I seem to have no idea of what day of the week it is at any given moment because all of my scheduling is out of whack. Instead of panicking about this (which could happen), I instead play Sims and sleep, and panic over other, not-panic-worthy things.
For instance: the misunderstanding with the Pirate. Continue reading Oh Summer! Oh Muse!
The Pirate and I had… a misunderstanding… or something. He was having a bad day, said I was being smothering, which I can see, and possibly agree with, but to me, the “why” is always the key. Why was I being smothering? Because something didn’t feel right. I have not been able to read his intentions, or what he thinks about me, and while he says with his words that he finds me interesting, and wants to keep me around… he’s shown no interest in ME, my life, my past, my hobbies. Every conversation goes back to the topics he’s interested in, or stories of his life.
I found that it bothered me. I found that I wanted some sign, that wasn’t asked for, that he was actually interested in ME. As such, I couldn’t back off like he asked… I never seem to be able to do that, because it makes me nervous. It’s happened before, and it will probably happen again with the next guy, as I’m sure the Pirate is done with me. And several people feel that I should be done with him as well. I think I was building up to that, maybe? I don’t know. I know I’m sad at the thought.
He posted a word on Instagram, one I did not know, and it (plus my actual feelings) are the inspiration for this poem. Continue reading Pistanthrophobia (Original Poem)