If I could choose

what character I would want to be

from my favorite, movie, book ( or song )

I would want to be the shadow on the wall

the monster under the bed

the thing in the closet

the bones stashed in a trunk, sealed with chain and barbed wire, hidden in the attic

I would want to be the corpse in the basement, buried under stale and sour earth.

If I could choose

what character I would want to be

from my favorite, movie, book ( or song )

I would want to be that thing that makes your skin crawl.

I have a love/ hate relationship with the word literally.

When most people use it ( yeah, except for YOU smarty pants ) they say things like, ” it was so funny/weird/stupid  that I LITERALLY died.

Saying you ‘literally died ‘ means exactly that- you heard something so funny/weird/stupid  that  it killed you and because of that you end up in a cooling unit in a morgue and then a funeral home and you were embalmed or cremated or set out in  the elements in a body farm where Forensic Anthropologists study the death process.

On one hand, it makes me cringe when the word ‘literally’ is misused.

On  the other hand- the image that pops into my head when someone says, ” I literally died ” amuses me- a lot.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Saint Mary’s Cemetery
Fox Lake, Wisconsin
October 2024

I’ve had to take a few weeks off because I’m making some changes in my life that are purpose and pretty cool.

It involves my day job, which exists in it’s own Universe so I won’t go into it here.

I had to square up that new phase so that I can write and practice my guitar on schedule (again) but I needed to see how the time was going to shake out.

So my dream job is and always has been writing and I’m glad to say I will be getting back to it now.

Anita