serious super moon spew…

last night i spent the full moon in a cafe, writing, wanting to be alone with my thoughts and imagination.  had just gotten off work and was not in the frame of mind to remember it was the full moon, until a line from the song by neil young streaming through the speakers, said something about the moon…which i happened to notice… causing me to turn my head, instinctively….and there was the moon, staring at me through the window.  a perfect capricorn circle of super moon light.  with that recognition, i smiled and switched from writing a correspondence chart on chakras, to thinking about the character who keeps showing up in my paintings.  a character developed during my time with him.  the time with him is over, but she wont let me go.  i transfer the sorrow from real life to fiction, and notice the girl sitting two booths up, and i swear…she’s the girl i met at the bar a few months back, the last time i was writing about this character, who shares the same name.  seeing her again felt like a clear sign.  this character is not going anywhere.  she is real and she needs to express.  surrendering with a sip of ipa, the bitter taste focused my attention…i asked her, who are you?  she tells me when i listen.  when my hand becomes a wand bringing to life her details through a pen or keys…and i make michelle a conduit…

i wrote and stared out the window, feeling vulnerable and tired.  got my yellow colored glasses on, inspiration for every feeling.  blue-green stone around the neck for honesty.   tiger eye heart in the pocket, for cerebral energy.  as i prepare to write book two, i realize i need to get into solitude typing mode.  this does not mean complete isolation, but it does mean, choosing to spend saturday night alone writing, not socializing.  such as with friday nights.  and monday nights.  the writing wants night, right now.  not all nights.  but socializing will come second.  need to write in cafes cause i still need human hearts near me, for whatever reason.  at least one human heart.   i recall the discipline i used to get me through book one.  calling upon that again.  onyx mala to focus inward, and flesh out the etheric.  making star maps that navigate the celestial skies of a fictional life.  my happy place. one of them.  another happy place… to be sitting around a bonfire under the moon, listening to somebody play a banjo or something twangy.  this would be happening after the disciplined writing session, of course.  instead i came home to my nest in the sky and watched the twinkling lights of the buildings, while listening to the highway river of cars in the distance.  that works.  cause my character would be doing that too…and she is taking the wheel…