The best places to write..

I've discovered that the best places to write, are places that don't have a computer or writing implements of any kind. For example, most of my epiphanies seem to come in the shower, on the toilet, or half asleep in bed. Sometimes I even have a killer thought that I just have to get down while I'm out for a walk or jog. Needless to say, it's usually the one time I forget my phone or simply leave it behind so I'm not distracted.

That said - could it be that all these tools that I surround myself with to spontaneously record these moments of conception and artistic expression, simply stifle the very thoughts they are meant to immortalise. I reckon that the answer is a resounding YES!

Much like Schrödinger's Cat is the illusive maelstrom of ideas and absolute Genius flowing about in my head. When I do remember something just long enough to eek out that little taste of something, it's usually stripped of context, and ultimately regressed to a state of absolutely ordinary.

I have been having some pretty cool dreams lately. Y'know - the kind where you can slide or float places. Where, even though it takes a bit of concentration, it seems so simple to do that you wonder why everyone in your dream isn't doing it. Dreams where I feel a comfort and assurance, paired with an authority and understanding that can't be matched in this waking world.

I've even tried drawing. I can draw simple shapes and such, but I always come up a blank when there's a bit of paper in front and pencil in hand.

So there you have it.. the ubiquitous blog post. Writing about not being able to write.
-len

Driven..

It's been a month now since we picked up our very first new blue car (or blue new car, as the girls sometimes refer to it). It's time to take it in for it's first service - once I get around to

organising it. Needless to say,

she purrs - and is a joy to drive.

I admit, I can be a bit over-protective. Rach can attest to that. Although i

n that whole month we didn't once cover it. Probably a bit silly, given how much we actually get in a car and drive.

We also got a new car seat for Autumn to go in

this car, so we won't have to swap the baby seat back an forth so much. She seems to like it, and it suits the car.

We also go a new cat. When Rach and I first saw him, we knew she'd be a good temperament for our girls. What we didn't know was that "he" was a "she" - until we picked her up the next day. Yep, that's right.. another girl in the family.

She's a good fit, this one. I haven't had a single kitten sneeze since we brought her home. And trust me, it's not for the lack of trying. I'm constantly rubbing my nose in her fur and giving her cuddles. She's sooo soft. And while her claw marks do swell up like mosquito bites, they are few and not so far between.

And so it begins. Kitten and Car - meet the Ellis family.

I might note that the Kitten actually has a name - even though we most often call her puss. Her name is Zipper Puss Ellis. I like to shorten it to Zip now and again when she goes tearing through the house, but she really got the name from her love of anything shiny and dangly. Perhaps the greatest being zippers. She's not picky, any zipper will do. In fact she's been playing with the ones on my jacket pretty much all night.

So I think we're all pretty much up to speed. Almost. I'll catch you up on the rest, next time.

-len