i was able to clean up my witch’s cabinet today. i needed to make something and just cleaned the whole spot to do it.
and then i made the thing.
i really need to get to fixing Grandma Bertha’s radio so i have a chest to put all my tarot boxes in.
i keep getting bits of an idea of a story. not bits, just random scenes and ideas. this all plays off “The Adventures of the DarkShark and his Witch” and i’m willing to go down that road and piece them all together into one long story.
i am trying to push myself with my writing and it is like pulling teeth.
i’m going to bed.
i’m 143% done for the month, 48% for the year, giving me a A grade.
the way i am plotting out things, i think i am going to try to get back to meditation, again. one of my goals is to read Inner Temple and that would be a great way to get going on that.
i’m down 13 pounds. if i start the arm workout, i might see improvements by October. that gives me incentive to get going and look hotter for my birthday.
i am looking forward to Springfield, so fucking hard this year. i want to start packing, now.
oOo, there is witchcraft i need to do to be ready for Springfield!
i tried to write yesterday and it didn’t happen.
i was going to do a set of tarot prompts and i realized that, no, not gong to work this month.
i feel the need to write, something, and nothing is pulling at my heart to put words on paper.
if i could pick a genre that would help.
i am going to try to write about my own Wheel of the Year and see how that plays out.
and i am having a hard time just trying to fill this page with words.
time to write something real.
i open this up and i am just staring at it.
fuck it. i’m going to bed and try to read some Kissing the Limitless.
