Welcome to my Cave

Do you like it?

I’ve got blankets–comfy chairs, a mini fridge. Chocolate, ice water, cranberry juice, root beer. Jerky for protein.

There are dogs to lick feet and cats somewhere when the dogs are sleeping.

There is NO CRAZY.

None. Just me, huggled in here with my computer. I don’t have to go for takeout (cause I might forget my wallet.)  I don’t have to interact with other humans (cause I might do it wrong and piss them off or make them sad or just stubbornly refuse to be normal) and I don’t have to brush my hair. (It doesn’t listen to what I say anyway.)

There is NO CRAZY.

Just ignore the fountain of imagination, of angst, of stress, issuing forth in a visible stream. Ooh, wait, was that a unicorn, squatting on the toilet, crapping ice cream? No, no– a YouTube commercial, but still. Nice image!  Most of the rest of it is mine– dragons, sorceresses, hot young men going at it like lemmings on speed and viagra.

Oh, hey, a dead horse!

But there IS NO CRAZY.

I’m gibbering to myself and knitting and watching television… iZombie, the Flash, SUPERNATURAL, BOYS HANG ON, DID YOU MISS ME?  Every sci-fi show I can possibly tape and watch while still managing to eat, sleep, and function is on the TV.

*dangles for my more fiberific friends*  There’s YARN. Did you see the yarn? In fact… shh… the walls of the cave are made with yarn boxes. Just pull a brick out of the wall and find your fiber. Shhhh… we even have a special day when we wind skeins and sing to the soundtrack of Guardians of the Galaxy. 

Oh– and there IS NO CRAZY.

Music… there’s music too. It’s a mishmash, everything from kids’ songs to AC/DC to AC/DC on violin and cello.  Bruce Springsteen, Bruce Springsteen, Greenday, REM, the Killers, Bruce Springsteen, The Shins, Broken Bells, Death Cab for Cutie, Sheryl Crow, did I mention the Bruce Springsteen?

Music… music music music, all in the cave, and it’s all pouring through the opening in a cartoon, with the dragons and the elves and the sorceresses and NAKED MEN, TWO PEEN SEX, and COOKIES!

And did I mention?

There IS. NO. CRAZY.

Oh. *blinks*  Really?

Are you sure?

*wraps blanket tighter*  *stares into the glow of the laptop*  *whispers*

Well, I”m crazy, but I promise you, it’s safer in here.

You won’t get such a promise for outside my cave.

0 thoughts on “Welcome to my Cave”

  1. Unknown says:

    Shhhhh! You might scare off the natural element of the Creative! Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there. Crazy is the first to learn natural camouflage.

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