Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Waning Spirits and Other Rants about our Country, My life and Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream

Current mood: drained
Category: Life

Currently on my IPOD: Whatever It Is: Zac Brown Band

Dear Friends, Family and Strangers with Candy,

D-Day is coming up. I see the breast surgeon on Thursday, will probably have surgery or a biopsy, hopefully surgery, as I do not care to have that thing in me any more. I am sad to say that my happy-go-lucky spirit has been waning. I am tired and want to lie down and wake up without the looming problems of my life or the world.

Despite this, I have accomplished some things today. I finished my erotic thriller titled: The Wedding. This will be appearing in the first two issues of Venus Envy . I am proud of it, and also think that it is one of the best "thriller" pieces I have written.

I highly encourage all women to subscribe to this magazine, not only to support me and a dozen women writers and editors, give or take a few, but also for the content. Not only are there going to be interviews with strong women and movers and shakers of our world, but there will also be articles on health/sex issues, style, and literature for your reading pleasure. I am continuously amazed at what our editor in chief, Jackie Johnston, accomplishes in any given day and she is truly carving out a wonderful place for women to go to for information and entertainment. (Oh and BTW, Jackie is also the editor for WPJ: Writers Post Journal I am in the mega-current issue combining August and October. Check it out! My story, The List, is included. Will Harold cure his problems by accomplishing his list? Or will his list get to him before he can complete it? Subscribe to WPJ to find out what happens and to read many fabulous stories by writers around the country..)

Also, I need to encourage all you flash writers to submit your absurd and surreal stories to Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens We are still taking submissions for our next issue, which will be an online (normally we are a print zine) issue comprised of all flash works. We have accepted a few fantastic stories, but need more! I look forward to reading your works. And don't worry, we don't pay in chickens or their eggs.. or omelets. Although a ham, cheese, bacon and tomato omelet sounds good right about now... I digress...

Okay, now we will take a break from our sponsors to bring you the real story.

There are so many things I wish to improve upon in my life. For the most part, I have felt like a sloth in my friendships, actually, my relationships in general. My family has been ignored for countless hours, my friends, whom I had every intention of calling back tonight, I had about five calls today...were left in the dust so I could meet this deadline, and then I fell asleep prematurely which leaves me awake at this odd hour wondering if I will be awake enough to make it through the day tomorrow.

Regardless, I apologize to my friends as I am a horrible example of friendship. And I want to tell each and everyone of you that I am thinking of you and wish that all of your were here to sit with me, drink a glass or two or eight of wine tonight and to enjoy a game of scrabble, monopoly or dominoes and great conversation to keep my mind busy from the bad thoughts.

I could stand to improve upon my writing as well. I have been working pretty damn diligently on my writing everyday, but it seems as though I haven't been doing as much as I could be doing since all of these medical problems started up. I have honestly tried and tried to release my self into the page and it has been difficult. Yes, I have written some simple poetry and finished off an older project or two, but it just isn't enough. I feel as though I am the Paris Hilton of writing. I need to be perfect and have everything I want at all times. But, perfection is not obtainable even though my mind tricks me into thinking that it is and possessing everything I could ever want as far as talents in my writing would mean that the rest of my life would turn out pretty boring, right?

I had a fortune cookie the other week that said that I will be one of the most influential, rich persons in the world. I already feel I am there. I have you all to add to my emotional bank account,(although I could use a few more deposits at the moment in order to cash out on Thursday when I may really really need it) and as far as influential, if even one of you buys a zine or subscribes to my blog, I feel as though that is enough influence to count for something. Most people in this world don't have blogs, pieces published in magazines, or even the words in their vocabulary to express how they feel about what is going on in their lives, or their countries, or the abuse they see day after day etc.. And for my ability to drone on and on about any given topic, I am truly blessed. And this is something that a lot of people talk about, I know, but really, think about what it means to even blog.

In any given week, I have approx. 3-6K readers or hits on my blog. I know maybe 100 of them, and what I mean by know is that I know their name, I know their face, but I don't truly know them. To me, this is fantastic. Now, most of them do not comment, do not show themselves, they are hidden in the side of their screen, which I can not see. I can say anything, well, almost anything, and have people know me. I can express my thoughts on Lindsey Lohan, Hilary Clinton, Frank McCourt, The Ice Cream Man, Liberty, Darfur, Canadian Socialization, My friends, My family, and not be criticized for my opinion. Well, you can argue with me about this, but true critics or gov't workers will never come to get me.

Think about this, there are countries in which you express an opinion about a leader in the manner of how most of us complain about the big GW and you could be prosecuted or possibly sentenced to death, even in this day and age. So what if I think GW is a hick that needs to go back to his village, so what if I think Hilary Clinton would have difficulty in office, so what if I tell everyone that I wouldn't hesitate to vote for that strapping young man from Illinois if he ends up in the final presidential election.. Isn't this great.

Oh and a few more things, I think that Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream has really declined in their quality. I think that the candy that is made now a days, isn't nearly as big in size or as tasty as the candy I grew up with, even though that was less than 30 years ago. And I totally hate all of the construction that is going on in every city in every state on the highway systems. I think all of this money could be spent in better ways. I think we should spend more money on our own homeless and insurance lacking network of friends in our own country before going to pay out millions of dollars to another country with similar problems. It seems as though our own societal/medical/financial/life and love needs are overlooked in order for us to care for others.

What is that rule on the airplanes? Place the oxygen mask over your face before helping the person next to you. Maybe we should send the guys over on the hill a copy of that laminated, sticky placard in the planes to remind them of the decisions they should be making with Miss Liberty's check book.

I have gone way off the original topic. But then again, this is my choice and you have free will to flick your mouse upon that little back arrow in the top left hand corner of your screen too...

I cherish each and every one of you in your own way and hope that you all feel the same about me. I will improve upon my communication with you and showing you how much I truly appreciate your friendship, your good vibes and your general presence in the form of a smiling face upon my friends page, everyday.

I will not blog tomorrow or probably Thursday, but as soon as I know something I will let you know.

Please keep your good wishes coming. The world wouldn't be the same without you, voice your opinion, no matter how many people agree or disagree, no matter how you choose to express it, whether it be in the form of fiction, non-fiction, blog, artwork, music, whatever, this is our right as human beings. Do not deny yourself the privilege.
I look forward to reading your thoughts on your pages or if you don't have a page, then please post your thoughts on mine. It is a free for all, well, with the exception of porn and crap. No one needs to read that.

Read me and I promise to read you. Subscribe to me, I would be honored and as always, I am free... No reading fee charged. Save your money for the literary zines that I know you so desperately want to support.

Enjoy your hump day and the rest of the days of the week!

Yours in Spirit of the Law, Stroking the Doubt Monster and Scaring Myself into Self-Doubt,

Cicily

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

In Between the Words

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

Good Day,


I'm on a role with the poetry thing. This isn't saying it is anything great, but at least it is coming out...

Hope this gets your week off to a great start.


In Between the Words

(c) Cicily Janus 2007


I must stay a while
You have captured a desire
Out of my words and into my soul
An appreciation beyond poetry
Turning my words into prose
For a soul that reaches
Beyond a boundary of space
As our friendship has formed
You have turned it into the intimate
You could be more than you are
Taking me to a place
Making love endlessly
Breaking away together
Yet, consider me a friend
Capture my heart again
Consider me a friend
Spread your arms wide
Hold me tonight
Turning our perceptions into love
From the night into the dawn
Becoming what we want
To each other
At last.


I have words beyond words
For a boundary has formed into more
Taking love away yet again.
Consider your arms tonight.
Love from want.
To last.


Yours in Words, Writing and Wishing I was Able to Meet All of You,

Cicily

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Feeling Creative

Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry

Currently on my IPOD: Brown Eyed Girl: Van Morrison

Good Morning my friends,


Moods shift like the wind..

Another poem for your morning reading session...

He played
Strawberry silk
Upon my head

Fingers intertwining
My mane
Stroked across
Apples of my cheeks

Brushed away
Unimportant
Annoying at best
The second touch
Startled and Stranded
Emotions unkempt

Tangled and messy
Time again, love remains
A stroke delicate
Caressing my mouth

Lips playing
Mates in imagery
Worlds united
Textures combined
Softness surrounding

Breasts as pillagers
Thighs reaching
Between
Coarseness of you
Settle my thoughts
I glance to you

Drifting together
The wax and wane
Inspired tide
Bare toes allow
Coolness between
Sweat dissipates

Afterglow of warmth
Days diminshed
Place your hand on my back
The slight curve brushed
Sending signals
Starting Over

Release the string
Containing all I have
Showing you
Winsome Caress
Solitary strokes

Riptides of Lust
Pour out
Welcoming your breath
Salty tresses
Wash my love
Cleanse my pallate

Sweetening your lips
Slight gaping kiss
Complacent souls
Two
In
to
One
Another

Drifting towards
Out of you
Calling
In the distant
Seagull's cry
Out of envy

Wrapping limbs
Sea brings urgency
Tell me time
Is gone again

Quicken movements
End comes too soon
Tomorrow is here
Quietude resides
Placation no more


Yours in, well...everything,

Cicily

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Word of the Day

Current mood: anxious
Category: Life

Currently on my IPOD: Symphony of a Thousand: Mahler

Good Morning Class,

I am just going to throw myself out in the open. I know that people get very personal on their blogs and today will be that day with me.

Today's word is: Spiculated (sp-ick-u-la-ted) Say it with me...Damn, can't put the little line over the top of the letters to show which ones are long vowels and which ones are short vowels.

Spiculated: ADJ. On a mammogram, dense regions with radiating lines that suggest breast masses or distortions. The term is used to describe highly suspicious masses that may indicate cancer.

Spiculated masses

* Soft tissue mass with spicules extending into surrounding tissue
* 95% of spiculated masses are due to invasive cancer

Everyone clear on this word? Now write a sentence using this word...This is your homework assignment.

Okay...

I thought my doctor had spelled "speculated" mass wrong. I thought that there was actually a doctor out there that didn't know how to spell. I was wrong. This was not found on a Mammogram. Rather the full body CT revealed a spiculated mass in the right breast, lying against the chest wall. WTF? Having said this.. I have had a breast reduction. I asked if this could be a result of the scarring. He said he doubted it. I hope he is wrong. I see a surgeon this week or next. Have to wait for the friggin referral to go through. Either way, it has to come out.

Then I thought, wait, this mass showed up on a previous CT. No one said anything. There's the good ole' military medicine for you. I take comfort in the fact that a 1.2 cm mass has not grown. So, what does the good nursey do? She googles: non-growing greater than 1 cm spiculated breast mass. I was brought to a site that quoted case after case of women who had, according to the radiologist, obvious benign masses due to no growth after a period of two or more years. Here's what brought me back down... They ended up biopsying the masses for one reason or another after two or more years and all but one came back as invasive cancer. Shit.

Fantastic.

Anywho...

Just can't win lately. Invited to send a piece into Thieves Jargon...Got turned down...Poor Steve Finbow, subjected to my writing two or three days in a row. I guess being accepted at Thieves is the least of my worries at the moment, although I am, on purpose, going to make it my biggest concern. Why the hell not?

I have to laugh. Right? Will you laugh at this with me? Hell, even laugh at me. Laugh at how ridiculous I look in my glasses. I might as well post a picture of my tits now that was have talked about them... Just kidding.

Don't get your hopes up.

I will keep my audience updated as I know things. I wish, at right about this moment, I wasn't a nurse and that spiculated wasn't a word, instead, speculated..

Yours in Breasts, Beasts, and Balancing Sanity,

Cicily

Friday, August 24, 2007

Woman's Lament

Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry

Currently on my IPOD: Personal Jesus: Depeche Mode

My dear friends,

Here is another poor attempt at poetry/prose/whatever....LOL... Read it if you must.

Addictions of thought
Never complete as rules dictate
Breasts, shoes, total confusion
As to what should match
When Labor Day approaches
The encroaching zero-ness of a thinker
Mind over men over matter over and done
But what is this thing
The confusion of atmosphere
A little overzealous
To call itself the destructor
When we are the cause
De-constructing lives with no bother
To think of the thinkers
What idea did they have
The living rules over the dead
For philosophy is not deceased
The time incessantly bleats away
My shoes trample what is not there
And they are not white


Yours in Morning Poetry Attempts, Moving Towards Something, and Making the Most Out of My 24 hours,

Cicily