the well runs deep.

some of the stuff i have posted as far as poetry is concerned is old stuff... some new, that's the beauty of it really.  it just needs a home... that home is here.  its real.  all of it 100% those are my feelings, thoughts, what nots... all spewed before you.  these "notes in between" unless otherwise stated are now.... 

inorder to move forward you must know where you've  been.  yea.  i had some problems in the past.  a  horrific relationship.  i refuse to play that victim card.  shit happens you move through it, it makes you part of who you are.  no pitty parties here, at least not life long ones.  deal with the cards.  make the most of those lemons, hell throw them back at people!  where i was going, before that tangent was... sometimes inorder to appreciate the water, it helps to see how deep the well runs.  so this is some of the past... some of the present and a huge dream for the future. 

challange accepted.  posted.  i will try and keep as much of these as public as i can.  its tough... always wondering if there is someone looking over my shoulder.  i am stepping out of those shadows, as much as i can.  hell even writing this blog was a huge step for me.  ever fearful of someone's critism, critiqes... but i have to be honest.  i have to live my life too!

on another note after a whole day immersed in the writing/creative process.... i am spent!  filled out a bunch of questions about my characters.  thank goodness for google documents!  every once in awhile i have a moment of genuis.  yup, good idea, thinking most of the hard copies were left in oregon.  :(  that just stinks.  i still had probably 85% of it and together with the bookmarks i worked this morning, i found most of my research.  kudos.  it paid to take that mexican american history classes, well both, and do all those assignments... (i know prof. peralta).  i cannot get much into each character, or atleast not right now, brain is mush!  enjoyed being exhausted this way, can't quite see straight, so its probaly time to stop the writing at this point.  ttyl-