"Instead of reining in your thoughts, follow them as they meander through your imagination. But don't judge yourself harshly if, at the end of the day, you don't have anything tangible to show for your lovely fantasies."
The above quote is from my horoscope today.
That's right - my horoscope is telling me not only to allow my imagination to run wild but to do so proudly.
Ha!
Universe,
I'm glad that we are on the same page today.
Peace,
J
Here is the low-down on a long-running fantasy
(Nothing kinky, get your mind out of the gutter. Sheesh!)
I've been working on a couple of different children's books for the last few years. I'm sure that eventually I will try to get them published but for now they knock around in my imagination with all the other stuff. So in honor of my imagination and encouraging horoscope I thought that it might be nice to share a small selection from my favorite today. The illustrations that this will eventually have are an essential part of the project but for today you'll have to use your imagination.
Please accept as my humble gift a short except from:
The Missed Adventures of Jameson Green.
(This has a copywrite, you ba#$^*ds so don't try anything sneaky)
Jameson Green was not an ordinary 1st grader. Oh, sure she was six years old, had ordinary brown hair, ordinary green eyes, and lived an ordinary little life. But underneath it all Jameson knew she was anything but ordinary. For one thing, Jameson’s best friend happened to be a little black cat named Arturius. Arturius, a descendent of the royal cats of the pharaohs of Egypt, was not an ordinary house cat. The thing that Jameson and Arturius liked to do most in the world was to go on adventures! There was only one problem. No one ever believed that their adventures were real.
And so one sunny afternoon when Jameson was telling her mother about the pirate ship that she and Arturius had sailed on last Wednesday, all her mother said was, “Oh, Jameson! If only you could put that creativity to good use and stop making up these stories!”
“But Mom!” cried Jameson. “Really, dear,” said Mrs. Green, “there was no pirate ship. You were out in the garden with Arturius the entire time!”
“Mom! Arturius and I almost had to walk the plank! But he saved us in the nick of time by confusing the pirates with a riddle,” explained Jameson.
“Jameson, Jameson, Jameson. Arturius can’t speak! He is just a cat.”
“But Mama, he is the descendents of the royal cats of the pharaohs of Egypt!”
“Sweetheart,” interrupted Mrs. Green, “Arturius is an ordinary house cat that Daddy brought home from the SPCA.”
“Hmmph,” said Jameson.
“Hmmph,” said Mrs. Green.
“Hmmph,” said Arturius, though it came out sounding more like a sneeze.
Mrs. Green took the laundry into the house, and Jameson and Arturius climbed on to the porch swing to think. “Why doesn’t anyone ever believe us!” wailed Jameson. Arturius sat besides her, twitching his tail back and forth as he often did when he was in deep thought. “I know!” cried Jameson as she leapt from the porch swing. “If we brought back proof from our adventures, everyone would have to believe us. Come on Arturius, we’re off!”
(My familiar and inspiration)
I do want to keep reading! Let's do something with this.