Morning Coffee and Thoughts and Ramblings

I'm drinking my coffee and listening to Augustana. It's been a while. At one point this was my "one cool Florida morning of the year, day off, fantasize about living in Portland, Oregon" music.

Well that time has come and gone. I've found my wonderland, my forest, and things are happening just like I always knew they would. Yes I knew it all along. Every last bit of it. 

Hey I have a book being published in the matter of weeks! That's fucking awesome! Excuse my language! I swear it's the only word with the grit of my excitement. I wish "marshmallow" or "bubbles" had the same impact but they do not.

Last night I met up with all the people from the Starbucks I've worked at since February. I love(d) them all. That's some scary stuff. To love someone is to guarantee their departure. 

Nothing is forever.

That's what they say.

Who is they?

All of you. 

That's okay.

I've been casting magic long before I understood my own voodoo.

Well I get it now. 

I do.

I really do.

Also this clothing line thing of mine is going well. Getting lots of positive feedback. I would just like to nail down a few more preorders before December 1st so get those orders in people! 

Now that this first book is almost officially done...

I've seen physical proofs. I know the edits are minor. I expect to have a release day really soon. I hope you purchase a copy and attempt to understand my fragmented mind a little better.

But what I was saying.. now that it's almost done... I've really begun digging into the plot of the next book. I've shared the ideas for the story with a lot of you but I can't wait to convey it properly.

I'm running out of attention span and should try and organize my house. There are clutter stacks everywhere. I've decided I need shelves to hang to my wall.

I love my forest very much. Thank you all of you for your support in my endeavors.

Stay magical and never quit dreaming. Never.

Distracted But Still Intact.

So my notebook is full to the point of no more writings. Technically there is space but I feel it needs to be done. You know?

New notebooks are kind of like reincarnation. You get a new start but there's always that same basis. Which is the entire reason you write.

Whether that's to share a story, peace of mind, or maybe you just like the look of the lines. For me that's discovery. Discovery about me and the world around me. 

All that to say I need to buy a new notebook/sketchpad thing, but I can't do that until Tuesday.

All of that I would normally be doodling or writing weird words right now but I can't so instead I'm sharing this with you as it pops in my head.

Rearranging some of the sentences of course. 

It makes a better story that way. It's actually more reality. Is that what a blog is? 

I think of it as a digital time capsule closet. 

The real reason I began writing this is to say how beautifully distracting Tame Impala is. That's why I can't read. My mind just wants to wander to other worlds and things.

This Waypost

This evening I wandered to Skidmor/North Mississippi Avenue. I wandered up and down the streets before returning to The Waypost on North Williams Avenue which is approximately 4 blocks from my house.

There are quite a number of micro realities between just here and there. I wish I could tell you about all of them, but I'm sure I'll go back. 

I had to get back to The Waypost, it was the whole reason I left. 

I had convinced myself to walk on. It was worth it. I don't question that. But also I had to get back for the time there was well spent.

I returned close to 8pm maybe. Honestly I don't think I know when, but I had 3 beers and some nachos, not necessarily in that order. They were nothing extraordinary (the nachos), but that's okay I'm ready to go back. 

There were many attractive people and good songs to be heard. I read through a comic from Jackie Jones and read a few pages in The Red Book. 

Now I think will rest. Eat some beans and drift to a world narrated by music or maybe Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp. Yeah that sounds right. I'll do that. Sleepy Hollow it is. Goodnight.

My Morning

Grab a cup of coffee and sit still for just under 45 minutes and let your brain wander and expand. This is just one of many episodes of "Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman".  As of now I'm halfway through Season 2 of 4.

I highly recommend this series to anyone who wants to expand the way they look and think about the world(s) around us.

1pm Numbers

Today I got out of bed at 1pm. I woke up many times before then and laid around in bed a while then thought I got up at 12: 04.. it turns out it was actually 1: 04pm.

That's late. I don't even know the last time that's happened. 

All of that means I haven't even been out of my bed being semi product for even 3 hours yet. The "sun" goes down in no more than an hour and a half. 

The day is quite drizzly, foggy, and grey at the moment but I feel as soon as I finish cup 1 of coffee I will venture out there. Cup 1 of coffee is about 87% finished then I need to get dressed.

The ultimate goal of the day is to clean my closet. It's like a spare room and I just throw everything in it. Literally... open door, toss item, close door. Sometimes I hang my coats instead of toss them.

If I clean it up properly I may find more things to art with or decorate my apartment with. Right now my heart is set on walking through the fog.

I think I'll wander towards the Willamette. Maybe take some pictures. I listening to Led Zepplin's third album. 

1pm.. Time. Hmmm.... Letting distractions happen.