Wednesday or Thursday or something, I will be leaving for a week to go do a mini writing-retreat with a couple of friends. I basically want to write about the farm. And I basically want to save myself and my brain up for that. I have some specific writing goals pertaining to that, but mostly I want to pick topics about the farm and do freewrites on all or a lot of them.
But I’ll share some thoughts on life with you first, so you aren’t completely in the dark as to “why Jessica suddenly stopped blogging.” If you cared; which, really, it’s okay if you didn’t. I write to write, and if people enjoy it, it’s just a bonus feature.
Last night as I was falling asleep, I had the singularly most ingenious thoughts of my entire existence. However, I was so very tired that I would not get out of bed to jot them down. Naturally, they have been forgotten.
Perhaps I could trace myself to them?
“Mornington Crescent” by Belle and Sebastian was and still is in my head. I do marvel at how I associate this Sebastian not with the one at the farm, but with a lovely British fellow who stayed at the hostel and whose real name was Gavin; he was rather meek and shy-acting but had spiked prematurely gray hair and a nose ring; dressed very stylishly; worked as a window washer in London, and was quite the party animal…. was out clubbing when I was at my tango practica.
Then I ran into him in a couple of different places around the little sunny town of Ashland, Oregon, like the two-story bookstore with the coffee shop upstairs and the jungle-like courtyard in the back that I didn’t discover till the last day I was there…
Last night I had just put down The Witches by Roald Dahl…. let’s see. I always read at night till I get tired and then put down the book and promptly fall asleep. And I have to ask myself, why can’t adult literature be this good? I haven’t liked reading something this much since… I don’t even know when. I love all sorts of books, but this just beats them all. Basically, I rest my case that kid stuff is just better, and I’m going to keep on singing Veggie Tales in the grocery store. Don’t try to stop me.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, a list of topics I want to write about. Let me know if I have forgotten anything or anybody. It’s probably because there are several geese hanging around in the street and I keep watching them so that they don’t get run over…
Chase and Charlotte
red oak leaf
black seeded Simpson
Jonstuff, even though he wasn’t really there…
Saffron and Andrea
that random freeloader chick
Louisiana swift bus
Jazz and blues
stupid Bourbon street
Mark and Shelley
Delaney and crew and house
The Addam’s store
The William’s Store
plots A-G and Sometimes H
GOOD GRIEF THERE IS SO MUCH.