To Transylvania And Beyond!

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When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up? What are you now? Are the two connected?

What did I want to be when I was 10?

Oh pshaw on that… I knew what I wanted to do for a living when I was 6 years old.

I wanted to fly my own space ship.

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I wanted to Invade Alien worlds- I wanted to get into dog fights with other spaceships and I wanted to steal their stuff…indeed I guess what I wanted to be was a Pirate.

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But after falling in love with Captain Kirk I tapped that back and decided I would rather explore Alien Worlds.

Alas, what true love can do to a Warrior’s Dark Soul with just one gentle look.

I’ll be honest though.

When I promised to be a ‘good guy’ I had my fingers crossed behind my back.

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I also decided, at age six that I wanted to live in Transylvania, maybe kill a monster or two ( though my sympathies changed after I became a Vincent Price devotee ) who probably lived somewhere near my castle where I would dock my spaceship .

For some reason  was positive that Witches and Vampires wanted to steal my Spaceship. I can’t explain why, it’s just an idea I had.

I wasn’t sure how you could dock a spaceship over a castle so I came up with a plan.

I had decided I could make an  anchor and chain out of the remains of the spaceships I had destroyed in my battles- I just knew I’d be really really good at doing  that so the chain and anchor would be really, really long.

I figured my super nice husband couldn’t follow me around all day because he had to go exploring- probably on the other side of the Universe where I wouldn’t be and I could rob other spaceships and he’d never know what his wife was up too.

When we would leave for work in the morning and saying goodbye I could see that chain  leading up to my spaceship and my husband telling me to have a good day.

And I’d laugh and say I sure would.

I was such a rotten kid.

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I never joined NASA, or the Army or The Hell’s Angels.

I actually worked in Funeral Home and I was a Musician. I traveled and I kept doing what I had started to do soon after I learned to read.

I’m a writer now.

I think my life plans that I came up with when I was six years old taught me a lot for what I would go on to do as I got older.

I learned to be daring, I learned to think outside the box and that anything  in life is possible for better or worse.

That doesn’t sound promising- it’s a loosey goosey way to go about life

but one thing you could count on- it could be a lot of fun.

And it has been.

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Buried Alive

Bloggers, Unplugged

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

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I’ve been known to unplug my phone because I do believe it’s dangerous and I don’t know how to put it down and leave it down.

I use it as a way to avoid people, unwanted conversations and to look at pictures of my dog, Hamish Macbeth.

I like to do that whenever I’m in a rotten mood- which for the most part is most of the time  since my dogs died a couple of years ago- followed by family members and a friend.

Hamish Macbeth makes me smile.

And of course Facebook lives on my phone, it’s taken possession of my phone it probably needs an Exorcism.

My brother told me just to kill the App.

But I just can’t do it.

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When  it comes to my laptop, how do I unplug from that?

Well, that’s simple.

I don’t.

I write on my laptop, I listen to music on my laptop  I actually work on it and for the most part it  aides me in my writing.

Plus my handwriting looks like I’m armless and probably hold a pen in my mouth so I don’t keep handwritten journals- which is a shame.

But there are times when I travel- and on all of those trips I take my laptop with me.

Stories have popped into my head when I’ve heard a name or caught a scent of food or rotted wood and I need to sit down and get it out because when that happens I don’t get part of the story- I get all of it.

So I have to be ready to go.

I love to write, I love to see what other people are writing and sometimes I like to go looking for pictures to use on my blog and in doing that I run across all sorts of cool information.

Like once I learned that there this forest in Japan infamous for the number of suicides that are committed there.

What happens there is very specific- people hang themselves there from the trees.

Sometimes they overdose.

But for the most part:

They hang themselves.

From the trees.

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I’m not sure I’d ever write about Aokigahara, but it’s story has creeped into my bones and I’m sure that one day it will find it’s way out again,

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Once it occurred to me that if my Laptop were alive, it must feel like it’s living in a nightmare it can’t wake up from.

The stuff I write and the things I save on it are pretty morbid so I almost unplugged from it once because that thought came out of nowhere and it bothered me.

But I got over it.

It probably has too.

Maybe.

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