Spoiler alert: Let the story develop.

Why rush life. Sure, it's the only the we really have but if we just go full speed without taking a moment to process and grow roots, what's the point?

A few years ago I took this creative writing class and my professor was great. Ten of my peers and I would sit in a circle with my professor and learn about the process of writing in a non-bland way. We could write and process however we chose, as long as we kept the story and characters organic.

We would have different writing exercises sometimes we would start with a subject. A mango for instance and other times we would develop a character. We would have to create every aspect of them to where we would be so in-tune with the character that there was only one decision they could possibly make within the story.

That is where I discovered my love of character development.

Through this way there was no possible way to spoil the ending of a story because I would walk with my character, I would have to feel what they felt.

I would be with them until the end of the story.

I'm taking a lesson from my character process. The end should not always be written first.

I have this knack for writing a story before it has even started. I take the element of surprise away and I erase the mystery.

I have a friend that always reads the ending before she starts the book.

Why do we live like that ?

Let us discover, let us process our day and stand strong in our story.

It is creation after all.

blowing off steam

the other day i was nannying and there was this tv show where a guy and a girl were in a room and had the oppurtunity to write down everything negative/everything they hated on the walls of a living room. at the end of their rants, the could destroy the room as a therepy.

what i would not give for that type of therapy.

i have been so busy and have not been able to stop being angry.

last night was the icing on the cake...and it was all silently in my head .kind of.

so with a bottle of wine i began packing.

three more months.

ugh.

Wellies, rainboots, puddle crashers

Whatever you call them, fashionably wear them. 

I used to love working at J.Crew because of their adorable wellies. The sad thing is I never bought a pair. Mainly because I have massive calves. I wear a size 8 and I would risk monster feet in a size 9 or 10 and also risk tripping because of all the space from my toe to the nose of the shoe. Overall, not a good situation. 

But I was perusing the the idealli sale for today and I found things great red rainboots from nomad HURRICANE that I really really really want.

Aren't they wonderful? They are reasonably priced too! 

After that I searched for some J.Crew wellies and their selection is non-existent right now.  But for the original kind of rainboots, Hunter makes some great ones too. 

 [. With that being said, I'm on a mission to find my PERFECT boot in hopes that it will rain somewhere I am in the next month or so. It is time for me to dance in the rain.] 

Let the search begin. starting. right now. 
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Wedding, Orchids and Amor.

A dear friend of mine, Christine Aquino has tied the knot with Brian Stephens.
As I'm typing this, I'm watching pride and prejudice and it's the part where mr. darcy and elizabeth are about to both meet in the middle of a field with that epic lighting and those breath taking words are about to be spoken into the air and those words are going to make me crave an epic love. You have bewitched me body and soul.  Which is why it suits this post. Christine and Brian have a great dynamic relationship and the bridal party was truly wonderful. Their friends adore them and have such a love for them. The wedding was simple and beautiful. Orchids are my new favorite and they looked lovely with Christine's sunflower bouquet.

Bring me flowers, talk for hours.

Ohhh I like you. 

Song inspiration: Bring me Flowers- Hope.

Thursday Night-- This is the first Thursday night, well any night really that I do not have a plan. This is fantastic. I worked from 9-4, had an appointment at 5, went to the gym, and came home. Now, I am checking off things to a never ending list but all important things that I have been putting off. 

I mix some Oregon Chai and decide that it is time for a distraction. 

But a distraction of mine became one of the greatest conversations of all time. Only lasting a mere 9 minutes and 23 seconds. I would love to reveal the mystery guest but I fear that she may kill me. 

Dear friend, this is dedicated to you. 

I dial the number. Not even three rings later.

"I'm drunk,"  she said. "Oh my gosh, It's not even 8 o'clock yet, I'm drunk." 

A phrase that she repeatedly mentioned to me. The highlight was that she couldn't use her rather large vocabulary to expand the word drunk.

inebriated, sloshed, tipsy, et cetera.

My first thought was to laugh. I did, in case you were wondering.. She explains herself. She explains how she's been drinking whiskey since 5:00 PM.  With good reason of course, she met someone who produces all this great liquor from her housemate. 

"I just picked you a Purple flower," she said.

The reasoning behind the purple flower was so that I would come live in Portland sooner.

"I'm squatting on the sidewalk right now, because I'm acting like I'm sitting," she said. 

This scenario is priceless, picture this tiny hippie chick squatting on the sidewalk, most likely barely able to keep balance although she probably assumes she's doing a kickass job.

"I'm going to pick you a rose," she said, with far more excitement than the purple flower. "Dammit, I pricked me finger."

I'm sure this Portland night is great, I would very much like to have been there. I'm sure the last thing you would like to read is a drunk persons conversation but the fact that it was this friend of mine, made my night. She is an intelligent, beautiful entrepreneur--fairylike too.

Which makes this next statement rather shocking.

"I'm standing on people," she said, "no I'm not standing on people. I'm standing, watching people-- staring at me drunk holding flowers-- please get here.

I was given a mission, get to 7th and Lincoln. I have eight hours to get there and all the while she will be waiting. She said she can arrange for someone to pick me up. This seems valid right?

My friends explains to me that she has two flowers one is pink and one is purple. She is working on a painting at the moment and she is going to put these flowers on the painting as a sign of dedication to me. Somehow because of this moment.

"I'm picking a wish and putting it into the painting," she said.

All because of me and the flowers. I must say I swooned at this moment. How many people can you recall that pick you flowers and dedicate paintings to to you. Slim to none, my friends--- slim to NONE.

"I'm trying to wish. I can't pick a wish because they are all blowing away," she gave here final remarks. 

She is calling me soon, so we can have a more intellectual conversation.

[If anyone is on 7th and Lincoln in Portland, Oregon-- bring her flowers.]

Its fro outou

the inscription to my beautiful flower.