Tag Archives: Mindworks

And I Thought I Was Busy This Week.

Posted on November 3, 2007 by randomyriad

Shift Happens Narrated This should make you think a little about what exciting and overwhelming times we live in. I feel like such a slacker. I got this from a new blog,  check it out. I think she asks some … Continue reading →

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The Universe is Forming in My Head

Posted on November 1, 2007 by randomyriad

My story has begun to coalesce into a muddy blur as I prepare to start my novel. There is a vague plan which I am sure will go through many changes. It will be more like trekking through the wilderness … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, Family, House and home, NaNoWriMo, novel projects, Telling Stories, thinking in words, time travel, whereever you go there you are | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Dance to Your Own Drum’s Beat

Posted on October 30, 2007 by randomyriad

Today I was on the elliptical trainer moving to the magical tones of Tool, thinking that the drummer was awe inspiring in a dangerous way, moving the music forward with extreme force and a little malice. This kind of driving … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, music, NaNoWriMo, novel projects, paying attention, philosophy, Self-Experiments, thinking in words, whereever you go there you are | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Dark Dreams From the Real World

Posted on October 27, 2007 by randomyriad

Yesterday I saw George W., The Decider (because that’s what he does), talking on tv. He was telling everyone how evil the present government in Cuba is (why anyone would believe anything this man says anymore is beyond me). Supposedly … Continue reading →

Posted in can't really complain but, Dreamtime, Telling Stories, thinking in words, visions from the dark side | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

I am the Dreamer Dreamed

Posted on October 23, 2007 by randomyriad

I woke up sweating and terrified from a dream in which all the multitude of things hanging by a thread in my life came crashing down. In the last scene I was walking through a hall looking for a woman … Continue reading →

Posted in Dreamtime, NaNoWriMo, novel projects, Other peoples words, Telling Stories, visions from the dark side, working world | Tagged , , , , , , , | 1 Comment