Aliens ate my tarts

aliens ate my tarts

“Baking some nice pastries, for the sweet tooth on a Saturday noon, then finding out, how those turned out in the oven, is a whole other matter“ Gun Roswell

Aliens ate my tarts

When the hunger for something sweet beckons, and to the freezer beckons, searching for some ingredients to whip up something real quick, before getting totally sick and delirious when the craving gets too much and such so then, finally finding some old and thankfully not yet mouldy supplies, putting them to getter for a few sweet pies. Shoving the lot into the oven and hoping the heck something of them coming out, a tasty treat for me to snack on, and in no time at all, the ding of the clock, indicating it is done, and so, it’s only a matter of moments before the treats are good and ready to eat.

Turning my back for mere moments, just enough time to make some coffee to go along with it and then ready with the dark liquid to pick up those sweet treats and what do I find? All of them gone, gone, gone! Nothing left except the face like a calling card of sorts. And when I looked at it I could clearly see, as to whom was the thief of my supposed tasty treats – Those darned aliens! They damned well ate all my sweet tarts!

Nightly window view in Winter

“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell

Nightly window view in Winter

It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason
The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground
Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found
But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish
Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire
And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell
Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill
And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt
As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied
And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow
Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow
And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small
Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small
The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander

What ever floats in my mind! Part Two

“Every writer I know has trouble writing” Joseph Heller

What ever floats in my mind!

I woke up, when I was born, no sooner, no later. That was as stupid an opening line as “Once upon a time” or “It was a cold and rainy night”, but I thought I was being clever in starting the tale with a joke. You who follow my writing may have noticed the humouristic twist in most tales, at least at some point. For the life of me, I cannot write serious, not matter how I try. Maybe I would have a career in joke writing or scetches for “Saturday Night Live” or similar shows.

OK, so the agreed process for this tale is: Absolutely no censorship in this tale, my mind freely flowing as my fingers do the typing. I am no longer in command of this vessel. What ever is written on these pages is purely fictional as produced by the army of voices living in my head. I was thinking of cheating of course, thinking before writing, plotting my way into this tale.

After emerging from the deep state I was in, I decided to finally let go, to leave it alone, to not think too much and see what will develop. Apart from the typos caused by my fingers not being able to keep up, this is all just a flow of the mind. I know it is crowded in there, despite the fact the sign implies there is “room for rent”. My occupants like to play tricks on me and those who might take a glimpse to my brain.

Funny things those renters of mine. I prefer to use that word rather than thinking this is a permanent situation. I do hope, that, at some point the other voices will take their leave and I can finally make decisions on my own. Whether that be writing or something else. Mostly it is writing though. When I do decide to let go, the writing is usually good, so I really shouldn’t be taking any credit. But someone once said, A good writer borrows, a great writer steals.

Oh, oh, I am stuck now, either the others went on a break or then they are all napping. I am actually wondering how familiar and TV-oriented this sounds. I do sound like a Borg drone from Star Trek, don’t I. “I can’t hear the others, I need the others to survive!” must be the most quoted line in the franchise when the Borg characters are in play.

But I digest, I mean digress ;P

Flow of mind or the lack there of. A while back I wrote a funny note on my mind having too many tabs open. Oddly enough, that was not fiction but fact. I do like to dabble more on the fiction than the fact side, never getting too personal, but I have a warm feeling inside of me. Guess I am safe as long as it doesn’t run down my legs! But so far so good.

So, back to fact or fiction, was that what I was talking about? No, it was the thing of too many things occupying the brain at one point, hence the tabs and open thing. OK, back on track. So yes. That actually has a link to the ever so talked about writer’s block. The only blockage I have or have had for the past fifty odd years is or was the fact that I do censor myself, a lot. I have so many ideas, causing my mind to overflow.

Currently, as I started my writing life for the third and hopefully charmed time, I will let myself write what ever I want, who ever I want and where ever I want. Sans all the self doubt, drama and excuses. Oh my! Now I am finally getting serious! I actually got a little serious there a day or so back when I poured my heart and thoughts to a few darker poems. I admit I use humour as a cover and rather than dwelling on real life issues, I crack a joke.

I freely admit to the following personality traits: I am sarcastic, pessimistic, I have a warped sense of humour, I am spontaneous yet conscious, I am lazy, but also industrious, at least when work is concerned, personal life not so much. So now you know. I like to hide but remain right in the open. I talk a lot, but say nothing.

Back to the topic again, (I seem to be loosing the track now constantly), what ever that was, I actually forgot at this point. Oh yes, free flow of the mind. So not a jogy, not a Vulcan, not logical, just your average everyday humanoid being. So that is my life story or sort of story. At least what I came up with today. I guess this is more than four hundred words. I don’t know how much of myself I have revealed in this little mind tale, but read between the lines or over the lines. Somewhere there, between, lies the truth.

What ever floats in my mind! Part One

“Whatever floats your boat as long as it doesn’t sink mine!”

What ever floats in my mind!

Start your engines and may the best women, win!

Yes, yes, yes! I was watching the season finale of the RuPaul’s Drag Race on rerun once again today and, no, my favourite queen was not crowned today. This is actually supposed to be, again, one of those exercises for where I type in what ever floats in my mind in an allotted amount of time.

Problem: There is a *lot* floating there, whether it is inspirational, interesting or even artistic, is another matter. So here I am tapping the keys on my mac, which I actually wrote an homage to a little while back. Go figure!

OK, so back to the subject at hand: What is going on in my mind? Thinking, thinking, thinking… Ah here is a topic! Well, as my Mommy used to tell me: “If you don’t have anything nice to say, shut the fuck up!” And she was right. I try to count to five, sometimes even ten is needed to calm down when ever something really sets me off. But I am going to share a little secret here, trying not to be to harsh about it.

For a little while now, I have gotten deeper and deeper into the underbelly of the wery wide web. Yeah, the “w” was on purpose ;P So like the rant said, I am socially investigating interesting and well to be honest, not so interesting sites and people. (No, *not* stalking 😉 ).

Where was I? Oh yes, so I have been following this TV show and kind of liked it. Actually liking is an understatement! I got pretty much hooked on it. Enjoying the seasons so far (last season was kind of ‘meh’), but now I have learnt of a few changes in the show and the main characters are about to happen in the upon coming season. To be honest, all the hype out there generated by the “real” hard core fans is getting really annoying and the changes seem unrealistic to the nature of the show, so it may be I need to start looking for a new favourite series sooner than later. They say change is good, well, let’s see. Maybe I will turn off the television all together and pick up knitting!

Alright, enough about that subject. Guess now since I have actually shared my pain I can move on! Oh please grow up! It is a television series, not real life.

So back to the topic and what is floating in my mind. Oh, oh, oh, I have revived my life passion of photography. Not that I ever left it, but for the past year or so, the extension of my arm, also known as a c.a.m.e.r.a, had been a wee bit neglected, but now I once more feel it detached to myself. Snapping away like a mad woman!

Talking of which, or witch: yes you can call me one if you like ;P. So talking about being a little cuckoo or hii-haa or (whistling sound while spinning my finger pointed at my head), so crazy basically. I have come to realize you have to be a little off your rockers to actually pull out any kind of regular job people do in today’s world. And I think it is actually a requirement for the artistic field. So guess I am on the right track, either way. And to think about it, I used to be worried, especially having such a crazy family. But that tale is a topic for another day!

So what is floating in my mind… Let’s see, of course the pending surgery, that is a given. What else. Train of thought, OK, now I am actually thinking and when that happens, all ideas are out the door. For example if I plan my writing ahead, characters, plot (what plot?) and all that jazz, I end up having a nice setup and then start writing and the complete work is actually something completely different. So, I have realized thinking is no good, not for me at least. This may not be a good guideline for everyone and certainly not what the books on the subject matter teach. But when I let go, and let the characters guide me, the story writes itself. OK, so I am telling a little tall tale here, since I currently have at least ten stories in various stages of incompletion, but still. Take this rant for example. No planning and here I am typing, still typing, just typing. Utter, complete, nonsense!
And with that thought, I will take the exit to the right. Thanks Ladies and Gents! It’s been real! Please come back for more in the near future for more of… Tales of the Unexpected (or what ever floats in my mind)!

Red sky in the evening light

“The setting sun, is always fun to look at, at least until the darkness settles, when the moon gets all the attention” Gun Roswell

Red sky in the evening light

The sun, late in the evening, settling down, even if it was only just the time of “pre-evening”, still early, to get the skies all dark, as the search for more light, was on the agenda of the day dwellers, trying to do so once again in a hurry, as the sunlight was fast failing and the darkness would lead them to a doom if they had nothing to use to keep the monsters at bay, especially those whom were of the sunshine afraid.

But, soon enough, the sun started setting fast and painting the skies in reds, oranges and yellows for a moment to only last, as a sign for those dwellers to hurry it up, as too soon enough, the darkness was settling in, and the moonlight, usually a saviour for the night, was still nowhere in sight. So, all kinds of fake lights, such as oil burning torches were lit, keeping the elicit at bay. As they were all now secure from the upon coming darkness, the dwellers had finally the time to enjoy the ride of the setting sun, before the day was done and the last rays were gone.

Peekaboo through the trees I can finally see

“The trees look so tall and slim during the winter time when they are stripped of their leaves, almost as if they had been on a diet of sorts“ Gun Roswell

Peekaboo through the trees I can finally see

The lamp was trying to grow oh so very tall, and as big and broad as the all mighty trees it was now permanently stuck in between. But as it was now the time of winter, the tall trees, had become slimmer, making the lamp a tad bolder and sure of its goals, because now, despite all the snow, it was becoming as detectable as the tall trees, as others could it actually see it, behind the dark branches, which during this season, were not so big and bold after all. Peeking from behind of the green leaves had never been fun for the lamp who was trying to shine its faded light to all beneath, but now, it seemed, that during this cold and dark season, it once again had a reason, a stance of its own even, shining the light between the snowy trees, and if possible, growing even taller, or at least, that was the lamps forever dream.

Moonrise in the blue skies

“The moon is on the rising, even if it is just afternoon, well, never mind, I am still smiling“ Gun Roswell

Moonrise in the blue skies

Playing peekaboo and hide and seek up there in the high skies, the moon was ready to rise even if the sun was still nowhere near its setting. But the moon did not mind, to share the space with one of its kind even if it was less brighter and much smaller than the big sister the sun. And even if it had been fun, running around circles in the great heavens, having hidden and peeking out every once in a while, certainly causing a huge big smile on the faces of those onlookers who had spotted the small size planetary object hovering there above them. Still, enjoying the sunshine, at least for a while longer as the time for the night was still beyond the horizon, the day dwellers, would soon turn into night time watchers, only waiting for the smaller kind to take its position up there in the high skies, even if for now, it was the time of the sun to shine and then, make a spectacle while setting for the night, but nothing compared the pale light of the moon, once it had taken its place in the night sky high above all else.

Hurry to catch the train

“The early morning hours, seemed so endless, alas, time usually runs out and then, it’s running in a hurry outside and into the cold of winter to catch the transport to work, what a jerk, time can be!“ Gun Roswell

Hurry to catch the train

The early morning hours of a cold and snowy winter day, may leave you in dismay, as the time allotted for all the tasks, was suddenly long since passed, and finding yourself in a pickle of a hurry, to get yourself ready, to leave for the workplace to get the income so steady (or at least in your dreams that was the case) anyway, you soon find out that you need to hurry the hell up and half eaten breakfast soon discarded on the table remains when hurrying out the door is the play. Alas landing on the car frozen in space, not budging one inch even if so many promises were made. So tfw next best option is to get your semi frozen ass to the railway station and hope the hell those tracks ain’t frozen too, as there is really no option to sue a case of force major as it were, if the elements of nature have decided to hate you and stand against you getting on your way to work. So fingers crossed this same thing is happening to your boss too, as from this point on there really is nothing else but the option of totally failed in getting going to the designated place of business for all parties involved.

Halo around the world

“There is a halo around the world this time of the year, and have no fear, as it is kind of a shield, or then just a pretty effect to be looked at“ Gun Roswell

Halo around the world

The early morning’s sun’s shine, caused it to become quite the uplifting effect, on top of the roofs and beyond it went, as the many colours it did reflect. It was a kind of a shield around the world if you thought about this from the very scientific aspect, but for the most of us mere mortals, it was a simple and enjoyable and quite pretty effect even if it was caused by the sun and the cold and the whatever weather deities might have been up there in the skies and wanting for us to have something a tad more special as the skywatchers of sorts, to look at or perhaps, even take a few snaps as a reminder of the event, for the ole photo album, to be saved for a moment to be reminisced at a later point in time. But still, on that day, for a few hours the phenomena up there would remain, for us dwellers of the group to gawk at in awe and into our minds memory to have it stored, as a rare moment frozen in time up there in the high skies.     

Cozy warm lights on the window sill

In the late evening in winter time. when it’s really, really dark outside, the cozy lights are lit up, just for the simple feeling of warmth and perhaps of the memories of summertime“ Gun Roswell 

Cozy warm lights on the window sill

The reds, the blues, the greens and all the yellows, are the warming colours, of artificial lights, set up on the window sill, not to chill, rather to give the illusion of the warmest night, even when it’s very cold outside in the world wide, and perhaps to give a small smile, to whomever might be passing by the window, out there on the street close to home, and then maybe the very cold they were feeling just then did no longer make them shiver and shake. But mostly, these colour filled lights were there for the delight of oneself, to bring a little bit of that summer feeling into the home, during the dark times taking so long, getting the inspiration of going on, until the shining sun would finally come along and shine the warming colour filled light upon, the cold of the outside, making it all filled with colours and light, but for now, these small electrical devices would do just fine, perhaps even bringing some much needed delights to the dark and daily grind.