Welcome to Cocomania

Things that I am thinking.

Wondering why my blog fan base is as big in Russia and Brazil as it is in the USA? Georgia and Latvia too seem to have developed a recurrent interest in the Cocoverse. Guess I’ll have to plan stops there on my book tour.

Today I shamelessly flattered a male co-worker into changing the colour printer cartridge for me so that I wouldn’t risk my guitar finger nails.

In the last twenty-four hours I’ve written two new songs and outlined a new story property charting out it’s dramatic progression from short film script to web series to one act play, full length play and feature script. It’s called Brandon Fury and I seem to think it is immensely funny in that I snort with laughter every time I think about it for more then 30 seconds. But I’ve worked it over a few time and I think it is genuinely funny and not just the serotonin talking.

So I guess it’s a comedy.

If not for the day job I’d have written at least two more songs and finished three other scripts in this time period. Got a big stack done at the office too. So either somebody needs to throttle back on the caffeine or the Bipolar type 2 pendulum is finally swinging back in the happy direction.  If so - no worries my lovelies - in my personal expression of the disorder the manic phase is notable only by a clean apartment, excessive chattiness and a new draft of my proposal to achieve total world literary domination. Yah, but also don’t believe anything I promise for the next little while K? The blizzard of personal and professional improvements that I have planned for the next six weeks are all well intentioned but a girl has to remember that a few baby steps and a few pages written everyday will get a girl over the rainbow more surely then a mad dash ending in a sprained ankle and tears.

Spending some time with Mom too working on “Dummy Hand” our theatrical magnum opus about a septuagenarian bridge club. Okay thats’ a word one is not called upon to spell very often. So many stories to write so little time.

Twitchie the House Elf did finally cough up the guitar capo so in addition don’t be surprised if you pass by my door and hear the sound of my voice singing “Hallelujah”. That would be the Canadian Tenors arrangement of the Leonard Cohen tune of course, but transposed by capo magic to a better spot in my vocal range.

I love weekends.

BTW I thought you all might like to meet one of the most often referred to magic talismans in the Cocoverse - the Rock of Truth. Which, just as an aside, is still jammed in the printer. I guess I'd better go find the tweezers.

Scented Candle Wax & Potato Chip Crumbs

Okay, now I know for sure that the Fae are ticked with me. First was the incident of the disappeared guitar capo which I blamed on the House Elf. Hey Twitchie, my little man, where there is scented candle wax and potato chip crumbs there is fire pal. Then the broken guitar nail as the neophyte guitar player counts down to her first recording session. Now I've gone and lodged the "Rock of Truth" into my printer in a manner that can only be described as bizarre. The frackin' capo is still AWOL by the way, the nail is still broken and I haven't yet figured out the right tool to liberate the "Rock of Truth" without wrecking the printer - which is also out of ink on the eve of a script competition deadline. I've tried the extra heavy duty nail file, the pen and the stray knitting needle previously blessed by my friend Angela, goddess of the fibre and pottery arts, but no joy. Rats. I had high hopes for that knitting needle which is one of the few things I own that could be construed a holy artifact.

If I could be bothered to record a sound track for this post you'd be hearing Lady Antebellum in the background - some musicians and songwriters that I'm very impressed with by the way - and the sound of me snorting air into my nostrils and flame out of my nostrils in the foreground. Now maybe that is just from the chipolte chili mishap at lunch but I don't think so. I've ticked off some Major Minor Deity big time. Now will have to do all of the dishes, change the sheets and take a nine orange peel bath to re balance my chi. Not to mention scheduling an eco-terror attack on the UBC Botanical Garden to secure some hyssop, holly and rowan. Unless any of you has some fresh mistletoe or hair from a live wolf to offer up? Thought not. Somebody needs a hug. Oh, wait both the Cossack and IrishEyes emailed or FB'd in my direction in the last 24 hours. Heh. Maybe a girl should stop complaining. Yep. Okay, she will. But Twitchie, you'd better watch your back pal.