Flying Girl and Magic Cat go for a Ride, or Circus

Flying Girl and Magic Cat go for a Ride, or Circus
11/5/08 AEDM #5
Golden Fluid Acrylic

nanowrimo total word count 13,238 daily w/c 3128

Flying Girl is looking for magic. Or maybe she has found it. It isn't about wizards and witches. It isn't in having lots of money or luxury. It isn't in having someone tell you that you're magic. It isn't in ceremony or old stories. It isn't in following the rules and following along the old ways of doing things.

Where did I find it?

I swept up stars today, with the cheerios.

My little girl stole my work steno pad so that she could lay on the floor and scribble her own work.

A giant palmetto bug joined the party on the boys potty training sticker chart, along with the scary halloween spider and monster stickers.

The cat learned how much fun pipe cleaners were and the kids learned how much fun cats are when they are having fun.

Every time I turned my attention to the television or internet, the world was involved in active HOPE, not disaster.

I managed to write over 3 thousand words, paint a new FG, make a meat loaf and take care of my beloved mess makers all in the same day.

The kids decorated the cat with unwinding spirals of pipe cleaners, thinking this was how cats played.

I realized how much my creative process is involved in NOT creating, but collecting the random firings of inspiration, busying myself with life while ideas turn over in my head, snack on chocolate, organize supplies, check email, sweep the cheerios, make meat loaf, listen to kids not going down for nap, overcome frustration, remember to breathe deeply, feed myself , give a baby a doll, write down notes, listen to tears, ideas, questions, requests.

Children's stories serve to soothe and calm my overexcited adult brain.

The possibilities of a toy circular are endlessly fascinating to a three year old.

Following a twinkle of a plot possibility opens up the story into something that gets realer and realer than what I had been planning and leads to excitement in me. I can't wait to write again today.

Colors, when they find the right association pop in your brain like sweet/tart candies.

So, although my day was not frustration free (like with how the boy refused to nap and ended his refusal with a screaming fit before he fell asleep, which woke up the girl who then could not get back to sleep, all during my writing time) I allowed the magic of the day into my routine.

I hope to do so more often. I hope to see the magic and to allow it to exist, instead of just ignoring it and letting it disintegrate into dust, just like those dang cheerios.