so i’m on my journey to be a crone. not that i slept well before that…but now, okay, i won’t go into details. but sleep is rough & dream-saturated.
dusty & i have this on-going “game” to see who can stay in bed the longest. we have separate rooms here because i kicked him out of mine. and he hates that i like to sleep. i think, even though he is naturally an early-riser, he resents that i sleep in. so it is rare that i get to just lounge around in bed. normally, i have to get up & walk the dogs & feed the minions, etc. dusty will get up, but since they are my dogs, he will not take them out when he goes out for his morning smoke. so charming. and many mornings, the kids will insist i have to be the one to feed them or take them to the bathroom.
but this morning!
this morning i got to sleep in!
it’s like a holiday or something. dusty was generous and took care of the dogs & kids. yay.
so i stayed in bed as long and i could. sleeping in every different position i could find. every pillow on my king sized bed that usually has two to three kids in it as well. it was empty and i slept all over it.
i think i was supposed to stay in bed as long as i did. if i had gotten up any earlier i would not have seen the “bed gremlin.”
you know how sometimes you can see a picture in the clouds, in the wood grain of a door, even on a chalk board that has been erased of words. you know how you can see images anywhere if you look?
i found a bed gremlin in the folds of a blanket as i laid towards one end of the bed, gazing at the other end. there he was. grinning at me. giving me a present of a daily picture for inktober.
thanks, bed gremlin!
here is the third panel to introduce my new storyline. bluejean is a storyteller. i’m thinking baron munchausen, the crypt keeper, and jim henson’s “story teller.” i don’t know yet if she is real or imaginary. fidgit asked me what her species was. i asked him right back. i just don’t know yet. the way my stories evolve is often independent of me. i am the hand that holds the pen. haha. i wait for inspiration. to me, this is the best way to work–and then i enjoy my stuff as if i am not the “creator” or it.
i was wondering if she exists in the psyche of the people she is influencing. i just finished reading death by neil gaiman. it was a collection of his comics where death is the lead character–a bubbly goth girl. i had already started this story, but i was influenced still by that character. there might be a little death in bluejean.
so next i am starting a large sheet of paper onto which i will put a story she is telling. i looked through a lot of my “flash fiction.” i did this in class. one of my poems was on top of the stack, and my professor asked me if i wrote poetry. i told him, “very badly.” but then we had a conversation about bukowski and literature, etc. being a “stay at home mom” i love any opportunity to talk about life, art, writing, and literature. i will miss my drawing class when the semester ends. i will withdraw from classes & move to northern wisconsin.
i continue to read making a living without a job by barbara winter. thoughts peculate in my head. i dream/imagine getting some land where i can build an eco-friendly hobbit house out of reclaimed materials. then a barn. then get a flock of sheep. then keep building. form an art colony. form an eco-village. have a bed & breakfast for families with loud children. have a farm. sell foodstuffs. sell art. love life….
it’s out there. now to go & get it….