21 Mountains- Fevered Topography Dreams

21 Mountains, art by fablesandcoffee
21 Mountains, typography art
These 21 Mountains, Fablesandcoffee art

Lately I seem to be taking my artistic hermit ways even further than before.

Apart from the occasional text message here, emails answered to an old friend that recently reappeared and some online conversations, my interactions with humans (apart from my superhumanly understanding and patient boyfriend, someone canonize his soul please) has been severely limited on an as needed basis. I’m not an introvert in any sense of the word- haven’t been down that past since highschool- but lately i’ve felt like when I talk to people, i’m just cobbling together words that I hope sound right, instead of actually connecting with them. And that’s been depressing as all hell.

But, every cloud has a silver lining and whatnot so at the very least I can say this month’s umbrella of anti-socialness has resulted in a finished draft of my first attempt at a book, an actual written thing that i’m considering a personal triumph if only because I never thought I would actually finish it and now that I have it’s sort of like what-the-hell-wow-I-actually-did-this-ok-dokey, and at 112,000 words, it’s the most i’ve ever written on a single illuminated focus. So, hooray July anti-social tendencies?

I’ve also been experimenting with color more when it comes to typography mountains series, and let me tell you, not being very fluent in the wonders of sharpie art made this one a real pain to finish. There’s something so thrilling about working with just ink pens and sharpies though, this exhilarating heart in your throat feeling that makes your eyes burn with concentration and your skin sizzle with tension. It reminds me of breaking the speed limit at midnight on an empty stretch of highway by 30mph and that feeling of excellence in your bones that makes you know for sure that you’re not going to get pulled over because it’s just you out there.

Also, i’ve been listening to the album Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots on repeat for what feels like days now, so if anyone can recommend good music for me to dive into before my brain starts leaking out of my ears in waves of color, please do.

Not drowning in my coffee cups yet,
~m

Tear It Down- A Flood of Words to The Head

Sleepy Coffee and Fables, the workspace
More Fables, Less Coffee
Fables and Coffee, give me those words
Words and more words, Sleepy Coffee and Fables
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So, there’s a story i’ve been writing for almost 2 years now.

I write stories,here and there. Little ones and big ones that I never finish but invent in my head till there’s almost no breathing room. This one, I started it the fall of 2013, before I even made this blog, creating a very loose first draft kind of thing, fleshing out some characters and plot lines and writing a couple of pages here and there. After a couple of months though, I put it aside for other things (photography, travel,art journaling, work) and it wasn’t until a couple of months into 2014 that I came back to it, jolted alive into it by a roadtrip I took down North California’s coast. Inspiration and motivation come in weird ways, at odd times, and I remember standing in the morning sunlight on a beach in Fort Bragg, watching the waves break and it just, it became clear that it was something I should go back to, dig in to.

Cue the montage of ideas rushing through the brain and many (many) cups of coffee while I scribbled like a maniac on dozens of notecards and compiled new plot points, new storylines, a whole new territory built on the wreckage of the last. It was a mess, tortuous at times even, but man, overall? It was crazy fun to exercise my brain like, give my imagination full reign to run free and construct, tear down, bring back up, to spill forth like unending waves.

And gods, I wish I could say since then i’ve been writing constantly, words filling up blank word doc.s like they were an easy gift, that i’m writing this post ’cause i’ve finally finished it and hooray for all.Truth is though, I put the story together, gathered up all my original characters and bundled them neatly into bunches, wrote out a complete chapter by chapter breakdown of the story, and then… I quit again. Or I should say, I didn’t quit so much as I just abandoned the project to run around in other areas of interest. Again. Sprechen sie deutsch? Tal vez mejor la musica en español? Anyways…

So, why am I writing this post? Hard to say really, except i’m finally halfway through the book, for reals this time, and while it’s been hard to put aside my other interests and hobbies in the name of banging this thing out, it’s also been pretty…neat, I guess you could say, to focus all my thoughts in one direction, like a laser beam made up of too much coffee and not enough showers. I’ve been isolated a good bit from friends and family for the last month, half out of not wanting to sit down and explain what exactly it is that i’m doing, what i’m writing, and the other half just because i’ve been too caught up in the bloodflood of words to do more than half wave at people from a distance while researching things like aconite and The Red Queen hypothesis. I doubt i’m sociable company right now anyways, a jittery M is not a very fun M.

But i’m gettin’ there, i’m gettin’ there.

Kinda, almost.

Not drowning in my coffee just yet,
~m

I Kissed a Villain- Journal Musings

fablesandcoffee writing journal

i kissed a villain journal page

modern romance, journal page
fables and coffee journal page marker
first song, last song page


journal page
blank pages, sleepy coffee and fables
mask and face, fables and coffee post

So while I might have taken a break from my art journal posts ( at least on here, i’ve been reposting a couple of sets on tumblr that have turned out surprisingly popular) i’m wouldn’t be myself unless I was filling up pages in some way or another.

I’ve had this particular journal for over 2 years now, and let me just say, apparently it has been a messy couple of years. I spent the afternoon going through the pages and I can honestly say at times I just sat there, reading lyrics or lines of poetry, thinking, “wow, thats some seriously crazy overdramatic overtures of emotion right there.” Thing is, I either get clinically cold or failingly messy when i’m emotional and…. while I might not express much emotion in public or even in private, it almost certainly gets dripped and splashed all over these pages with hearty abandon.

Reaching the end of available space in this journal makes my heart clench a little, the idea of letting go of so much emotion and starting over again in a crisp, new notebook that doesn’t know the ups or downs of my emotions intimately, it even makes me panic a little. Truth is though, when push comes to shove, at the end of the day I fall towards logic more than most any emotion, so I know i’ll bend soon and go buy a new journal, start a new story.

For the meantime though, I still have at least a dozen pages to fill, and I think it’ll be nice to fill up some thoughts in there that will maybe not toss and turn all over the lines with so much emotional upheaval.  Either way though, whether i’m gutting the pages with words or neatly printing lines of concise characters, it’s seen me through some tough and trying times, interesting waves and crashing journeys and I can only really try my best to look forward to what i’ll be filling up the next one with.

~m

Art Journal Monday- Tiny Swirls and Elven Ears

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I’ve taken to listening to podcast and lectures while I type type type away at work. I used to just make myself playlists, or find existing ones on 8tracks or Spotify, but after a couple of weeks of that my brain started caving in on itself with boredom and demanded more substantial food to digest while another (tiny) part actually did work. Not to say my job is boring, just to say that when it comes to feeling challenged, perhaps that is slightly lacking, at least right now.

Fear not ! “, I murmured to my brain, “I shall procure entertainment for you and then you can stop replaying my most embarrassing moments of the past 10 years for enjoyment, you intangible bastard.” So I downloaded a couple (more than a hundred )of episodes from various podcasts, from Welcome to Nightvale, which I had stopped listening to almost 2 years ago but was more than happy to dive into again, to 99% Invisible which is hard to explain but is proving fascinating in multiple parts so far. I also got hooked on a couple of audiobook lectures, my favorite currently being 1066: The Year That Changed Everything. I’d never listened to audiobooks before, not to mention i’ve never experienced history in a solely auditory format but I gotta say, it’s definitely something I’m loving so far. I don’t know if i’m going to go as far as purchasing actual audiobooks, though I did catch myself eyeing the audiobook version of The Devil In The White City but we’ll see….

Songs on repeat this past week:
Girls– Slow Magic
Hold the Line– Toto
Wish You Were Here– Sparklehorse
Honey– Junkie XL
Girls & Boys – Good Charlotte
Saiun– Yoshida Brothers
Simple Math– Manchester Orchestra
La Vie Boheme– RENT

This coming week i’ll probably devour 50 more episodes of podcasts, bother my bf with endless tidbits of information about medieval history after I splurge on The Medieval World audiobook (from the Great Courses section if anyone else is interested) and hopefully battle through my slightly-ever-increasing boredom at work. I’m not complaining though, honestly hey, at least I get to listen to whatever the fudge I want to as long as my production queue volumes don’t go down, and that at least, is a challenge I can meet. Er, hopefully.

~m

U2 and Hiding Behind My Camera- Postcards from all Over

Blue Ridgeway Postcard and Fables (  I’ve been on a rather insane U2 kick this past week , going through their albums in random sequences, till I ended up at my favorite, The Joshua Tree, about three days ago. And well, i’ve been there since. There’s a power to the lyrics, the almost unfinished melodies, that just opens me up and shakes me to more honest pieces.   )

FablesandCoffee and Travel Postcards mountains pencil case photography, etsy, fables and coffeeCupcake Girl Pencil Case and Note things Newport Rhode Island, Pinned Postcard

Unlike everything else I pour myself into, be it prose, illustrations, songs, videos, sewing or journalling, getting behind the camera never felt as intimate as everything else. Not even close. Shimmying on my tummy to get closer to a better shot, my shirt riding up and dirt all over my jeans, lips chapped and hair blowing all over the place, I still never felt as off balanced as when I handed someone lyrics to read over, or even a short audio clip of me singing them. I’ve stood in the rushing tides of Times Square, getting gently bumped  and stared at by strangers as I shot some filler footage for a project, and still didn’t feel as exposed as sending someone a sketch I agonized over for hours. Wanderlust Pencil Case Travel PostcardsA vintage Feel, from penpals, library catalogue cards Vermont, Travel Postcard, Wanderlust in SeriesVintage Travel Postcards, USA

I would never call myself a photographer, not with true conviction. But  after spending a year where the only real thing I pursued was the idea of getting better at capturing the moments i’m in, that ever elusive goal of attaining a slice of eternity in one shot, I can say with some certainty, i’m starting to feel myself become personal with this.  (This realization, btw, came in the middle of the melodies of Running To A Stand Still, and sparkled my eyes with something I still can’t explain. ) Brooklyn Bridge Double Exposure Photography Pencil Case Intimate moments, from penpals, pinned memories
Maybe thats just how it is though. When you pursue something, and give yourself over to it, how long really, till it becomes something you hold dear, in even a small way. Maybe i’m not the easiest person to get to know, at least as i’ve been told, but when 80% of my time is spent creating things I pour all parts of myself into, when my innermost thoughts are continuously being mined for ideas and inspiration… when I scoop up every raw emotion to use as source code for the basis of projects, I can’t imagine there would be much left over for idle conversations. Ah, i’m rambling now I think, or headed there so i’ll just say, photography, you’ve been a fun pursuit and I’m truly excited to see where we’ll go this next year.

~m