Eda's World

I am allowed to be weird, distracted or angry even when it doesn't seem appropriate. I am allowed to be affected by my work. I am allowed to say things that aren't nice. Anyone can critique me, but nobody is going to burn me for what I write.      My life is a creative journey with many different ways to express it. I am Art. I am proud to be alive. My ideas matter, my words affect those around me. I deserve a chance to speak. I am worthy. I exist and I can be a light in a dark journey fraught by danger. I want my stories to open minds to the mythological faith of dreaming their life, of using fables to guide their path. My world is a surreal one, full of beauty and tragedy. I see the strange and it makes me laugh. I am electric jazz, kitten whiskers, and velvet coats. I am liquid elegance. I am the third wish, the first snowflake, and the shooting star. I am endless potential. I am the last hurrah, the cavalry charge, and the hail Mary pass. I am a ga...

I was folding laundry while watching PBS's "Casanova" on Netflix when I realized I was in a mood. ' So?' you might ask yourself. My phone has a pink pad app on it that is awesome. It's free, you log on keep track of all things girly and I ain't talking 'bout shoe shopping. I got a little notice that says "The flowers are blooming". No, it's not code for invade Afghanistan. It is a cute little euphemism for ovulating. For some women, this would be considered 'nesting' behavior. As if. For me this is polishing my armor, cleaning the battle tack for my charger, and sharpening my bitch sword (it looks like a bastard sword, but it's sharper;). I don't really have a country to invade, but I have writing class tonight and I feel like I've done fuck all for two bloody days. Hell, I feel like I've done fuck all for eight months. I know it's not true, but I've been eating and drinking way more than normal, I...