I pulled a butt muscle… and I almost didn’t tell you about it. I wanted to lie to myself and to you, and say, “My Wicked Darlings don’t care about what degree of crippleness I might be in, so there is no sense in telling them.” But we both know that lack of significance wasn’t the reason behind the possible omission. The truth is that I wasn’t sure if I could handle the excruciating throbbing on my right gluteus maximus and the snickery remarks such revelation would bring out of you. I mean, I would have made fun of myself, if it hadn’t hurt so freaking much. Seriously, who pulls a butt muscle while walking from the living room to the kitchen? Stop smirking! I swear that’s what happened.
Anyhoo, I’m not hurting that much anymore. I can even put all of my 121 pounds of pure witchy hotness on my right leg. I still look like a flesh and bone Picasso gone wrong when I try to stand up straight, but all is not gloom. You see, Jacob has been feeding me in bed, rubbing all the sore spots, and pretty much making me feel like pulling a muscle is not that bad of a thing after all. Okay, the last bit is pure garbage. I’m loving the adoring attention, but after days of not being able to shave my own legs things are getting too annoyingly hairy for self-comfort. TMI, huh? I’ll leave the butt muscle alone, and tell you why I started this post with that bit of reality…
Yesterday, I was working on Dancing on Her Bones, AlmaMia Cienfuegos’ novel, and for some reason our usually wild and strong-hearted young protagonist wouldn’t stop whining about everything. When the moaning and complaining started to get on my last nerve, I put the tale aside and began to reread “Belle du Freak” and “Carving Flesh Tales,” before working on the last poem in the trilogy. And you know what, my Luvs? I was surprised (and extremely pleased ;-) by finding a bit a romantic tone in the tale. I kind of love to revisit one of my stories (or poems) and find motifs that sneaked out of my head and into the world without me noticing them.
For instance, I was not aiming for any romance between these ladies, but when I started writing “Spelling Brightness,” the final installment of the trilogy, I saw the Witch through the Spider-Woman’s eyes; one glance… a few words… a touch… told me that they were more than just friends. I began to wonder about how the two souls would survive in a rational world where beauty, normalcy, acceptance, good, evil… tend to be limited to the orthodoxy-handicapped whims of societal stagnation. In retrospect, I’m pretty sure my own life and the way I feel about Jacob was in my mind while I wrote the poems. I just love it when fiction helps me make sense of reality by letting me watch my characters analyze their lives in my imagined worlds.
Won’t you fly over to my website to read the conclusion of the Belle du Freak Trilogy, and experience the tale of the Witch and the Spider-Woman’s love? But first, do tell me if every now and again bits of yourself sneak into your art without your permission. Or if certain art works have left you feeling like their authors had a window into your soul and your circumstances.
The last works to leave me wondering if a stranger had my mind bugged were The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins. The first touched me because of the protagonist relationship to people, books, and nontraditional worldviews; the second, because of reasons that I’m not ready to explain. Don’t believe that I’m afraid to share or that I have something to conceal, it’s just that my brain is yet to learn the words needed to convey the feelings The Hunger Games rekindled in my witchy soul.
So… I showed you a bit of mine, won’t you show me some of yours?
I know this photo has little to do with this post, but I found it while searching for an anatomical picture of a strained glute. I couldn’t stop looking at it… the same goes for many others at body impolitic. Wow!
This one, on the other hand, might tell you a bit about why I like The Book Thief.
P.S. I know crippleness and snickery aren’t real words, but I like how they sound. So there ;-)