I got a little kittie! In my dream. The kittie wasn't black but he was a grey tabby and his name was Little Sausage (of course...) I got to carry him all the way home curled up against my chest. He was purring.
Writing my resume to drop off at the little expresso stands around town.
Also sticking up little post-it notes on the wall above my desk. Each little postie has a quote about creativity written on it. I'm going to go through The Artist's Way today and copy out some more quotes.
One of the exercises in the book is to choose five different occupations you'd like to lead in five different imaginary lives. You could do anything. Then you choose one that you want to "live out" this week. I chose to be a famous chef.
Like Anatole.
Monday, August 17, 2009
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YAaaayy glad you got a kitty. Kitties are sooooo cute, which sounds weird coming from a guy but is still true!
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"I got a little kittie! In my dream."
ReplyDeleteGah! I skimmed over that sentence! Whoops. Alright, in your dream, I see. You're sneaky, Cierra.
Once I dreamed I had a pony named Spot (although he had absolutely zero spots on him..)
ReplyDeleteI thought it was real until he jumped over a building! XD
Like that writing idea!