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

A Tiny Roadtrip Through Missouri

The hallway of our home away from home.

Dogwood Canyon Nature Park, Missouri

I have never felt more aware of my own non-whiteness than while I was here. Beautiful place though.

Canyon Cafe, Missouri

An elderly fellow sat by us as we ate lunch here and we shared a laugh at the stubbornness of our chip bags. I bit through mine and he used a knife from his belt. Good times.

Cosmic Caverns sign, Missouri

Caverns abound here in Missouri.

Strawberry Fields Video, Missouri

Three hours outside of any major city.

Overlooking the green from our Best Western room

Watched the storm settled over the land and the earthen smell of the air never smelled so good.

Roadtrips.
Gods, Roadtrips.
Is there anything I love more?

It’s a strange desire I have, to be out on the open road. Because that’s what it really is, the desire to be out there, driving driving driving. It’s never about the destination, though the thrill of going somewhere new just makes it all the better. After seeing some of the sights in Eureka Springs, we headed out away from Arkansas north towards the hilly roads of Missouri, because if I ever get a chance to mark off a state in my Visted! list, you bet i’m gonna take it.

So, I’m from Texas.
Well, strike that, i’m originally from California.
….Actually, if you really want to talk honest, my bones were born in NYC.
But! Texas is where I live now, and where I’ve called home for a good number of years now and when I tell you that i’ve seen some pretty deep-south kinda things, I hope the understanding is that I know at least a little of what i’m talking about. I’ve traveled through Arkansas, Tennessee and Louisiana (even marked off South Carolina, Georgia and Alabama though I wouldn’t ever say I really explored those as much as the others) . And so, I had ideas of what to expect, given it’s neighbors.

Some of those expectations bore fruit (like how many people I saw with Confederate Flag bumper stickers on their pick-up trucks) while others wilted on the stem (the weather here was more fearsome and less predictable than expected).

While not as green or beautiful as the Smokey Mountains region of Tennessee, or even as interesting as the maze that is Hot Springs, Arkansas, that South-East part of Missouri I got the chance to experience was it’s own kind of unique. And while I probably wouldn’t go back for seconds, the hours I spent on the roads there won’t be ones i’ll soon forget.

~m

Etsy Sales and Other Thoughts- July Musings

sewing it all up
Fablesandcoffee art



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I had an Etsy sale a couple of days ago (or was it a week ago…damn these summer days are blending together) and it was a pleasant surprise. I don’t promote my shop on any social networks and apart from renewing listings sporadically in tune with the tides of the ocean (or something just as useless and esoteric) I honestly do nothing with it, besides just enjoy the thought of having my things up there. Every few months i’ll have an unexpected sale from some part of the globe and it’ll light me up inside, spark that interest to actually do something with said shop; to participate in local teams and attend craft fairs. And while those thoughts usually fade by the time i’ve dropped off the sold items at the post office, the high of the sale lasts a couple of days.

Recently, I put up a couple of my original pen&ink mountain landscape artworks, as well as a some of my colored pencil/watercolor ones. I doubt they’ll actually sell, as i’m not offering them up for pennies (though I don’t think i’m overselling them either…pricing your own artwork is the worst job for any artist out there, seriously, I dare you to tell me otherwise) but it feels…nice, to have them up there. Rounds out the shop, I think.

Anyways, on the totally off chance you’re reading this, thank you lovely person in Tennessee who bought my Go, Explore pencil pouch! You’re an angel.

Not drowning in my Coffee cups yet,
~m

P.S
If anyone’s interested, you can use the coupon code ” SLEEPYCOFFEE “,to get free shipping on any orders (domestic and international).
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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

A Lonely Thing, A Secret- The Tin Stories

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Maybe, on a long enough time line, given eternity and whatever comes before and beyond, a secret is as inconsequential as the way light falls on a sidewalk.  

But in this timeframe, a humans lifespan of a timeline, they can be as monumental as a shovel breaking virgin ground and as devastating as a gunshot. An empire can be built over ages on their webbed foundations, while an institution could be torn down by one in just the flash of a camera. A love to span time, blindsided by a single sentence not uttered, or a friendship torn to shreds given just one single glimpse of something hidden. So… we learned how to hide them, stitch them up inside walls of doubt, and shelter them behind easy, practiced smiles. We buried them in the dirt out back or placed them out like trophies on the mantle, in plain sight but so very well hidden. Some worn against hot skin around their necks, others inked them into their flesh, like wards against the past they swore they would not meet again.

Because the thing about secrets, simple put and easily quantified, is that they can shape our lives and worlds if we let them. They are past and future, present and forever, only given how we choose to hide them. 

~m

Part of a series i’m working on, as a way to stretch out those creative writing tendrils a bit. This is the previous (and first) post in the series.