I’m not sure what people might want to know about me. I’ve been a writer for a year now. Previous to that I was a painter. In both careers, I am an unknown. I hope with my writing it will be a different story.
You may or may not know, that I make all my own book covers and designs. I fight constantly with the artist in me, because I know that ‘unique’ book covers tend to equate to less sales. Hell, I already write bizarre stories, so might as well ‘not’ try to hide what’s inside.
I think the music video for Europe’s ‘The Final Countdown’ is kick ass! I don’t know what was going on with men, women, music, and videos in the 80’s, but that fictitious reality looks like a bad ass world that I would like to live in.
As far as fantasies are concerned, I am in love with the actress Yvonne Strahovski.
It’s a stupid little fact about me, but I guess info like that is why you are reading this. Good GOD! She’s gorgeous. ‘Don’t even’ bother watching an interview by her unless you want to have your heart held captive. Here’s a little ‘musing’ I wrote about her…
Dear Lord, the ‘weight of words’ are ‘too heavy’ to possibly float upon the ‘grace of light’ which dawn- glimmers of the eternal- in her eyes; therefore, captivating men as does the sun to the land. Blue flint, struck harshly, sparks secrets- gripped in her gaze. Soft contours become your freedom where ‘by mercy’ you may die upon her lips.
I think she has starred in four… maybe five of my books. She will definitely be in more 🙂
I am terrible at social media. I can write fiction like I drink water. But non fiction, about me, and what’s happening in my life, is like climbing a barb wire fence. In truth, I am rather a private person. You can’t imagine how uncomfortable it is to have people read my stories because they give so much insight into who I am.
I’m sure I could pen boastful prose about the method to my writing. In words, I could craft an exotic recipe, thereby, validating to others, a spot in their minds reserved for the most affluent artists that are self aware of their respective craft. In truth my process and ideas are part chaos and part mindfulness. The ‘why and how’ really doesn’t matter. The completed story tells it all.
As a writer, I am always alone. Loneliness is an interesting emotion that never ceases in its desire to sculpt me. Depression seems to always be waiting at the next corner. Only, upon arriving, it is never there.
I strive to write like Shakespeare. Not unintelligible and versed in Old English, but with a flare of word play. (Singing harmonies- light as butterfly wings, twirled in rising octaves- kissing glints of the golden spring sun. Where in once you were bathed in darkness, now, by struck letters you see.) I have a long way to go. Some of my favorite lines that I have written, move in soft strokes revealing the oscillating moods of quantum eternities. I really enjoy writing about light, smoke, and the invisible. Origami freshly folded by artisans hands- the fractal infinity fascinates my aesthetic palette.
I’ve cycled through a few styles of writing, in voice, visual organization, pacing, and theme. I’m not sure where my road leads, but I am following the aspects of the craft that interest me most. ‘That thought’ might best sum up why I love writing and publishing books. I get to explore and follow my interests. In reading my books, a person may see what lays along the path I’ve forged.
I write that, and make it sound ‘so’ noble or romantic. My books are somewhere between art and trash. At times I can explore, just as happily, the trash, as I can the art. So don’t be fooled.
It’s 5 am. So I should probably cut it off here and go to bed.
Final fact about me. I stay up all night from an intoxicating potion of enjoyment and stress. During the day, the bags under my eyes tell the tales of the fantasies sculpted while others dream.
Light flutters- color whispers. Erotic neon burns strawberry flavors-puckered lips (too good to miss).
– Bridget Chase – Musing