Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Channeling My Comic Self.

My housemate said she thinks I’m a cartoon.  Does this mean she think's I’m not living in the real world?

Well, I don’t like the Real World, but I especially don’t like Digital World - where I can be replicated perfectly.  That's identity theft.

How many hours a day do you spend in front of a two-demensional device replying to digital bits and bytes?   Does what goes on in digital reality stay in digital reality?   Really?  Is it real? How do you know?  When the digital world becomes holographic and virtual reality seems more real than reality, what will be true?

I don't believe in digital reality  Even hard copy isn't proof that it exists.  Hard copy is a print out of a bunch of ones and zeros organized in a machine to represent something -  merely a symbol - not the actual reality. Digital world is living on the bleeding edge of non existence.  One giant degaussing and POOF! All gone. 
I prefer to live in Analog World, where things are wavy and bendy.   I am hand-made, raw, unhomegenized

I am channeling my comic Self.   Reality is what I can get away with.

I really do like being a cartoon.  

From "This is NOT a Coloring Book" Complete Edition ©2015 Penny Little

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Write on!

After yesterday's whine about "No body reads anymore" it's obviously NOT true, because it provoked several responses of "I read".  Yay!  It just goes to show "What people say" is not always true.

I read --  voraciously, and I write even more voraciously -- every day.  First thing when I get up, I write.  I strongly advise everyone to do the same.  Write down your dreams.  Write down your wild or silly thoughts.  Write down two lines of poetry; who knows it may become something more than that.  Write down your to-do lists.   While books can be your mentors to guide and keep you company, writing solidifies your thoughts & organizes the Multi-verses. 

When I decided to draw my life in pictures instead of words as part of my journal process way back in the early 90's, it soon became apparent that words are insistent critters.  I would draw about a dozen illustrations every morning, a reflection of what was going on in my life at the time. Thought bubbles began to appear, characters developed a life of their own-- and soon after that, I had all these cartoons taking over my room.

I am reminded of the time I had decided I would not write songs anymore -- "NO MORE WORDS!" I proclaimed to God, the Universe.  "Words and lyrics are NOT pure music.  I will write only instrumental music."     Within seconds, I was scrabbling for a piece of paper, a napkin - anything - and a pen.  Words came pouring into my head, "I know you don't want to remember me, I'm in your head, your heart and your family."   

The Skepticat is watching me.   I have no clue what he's thinking.   What do you think about all this?

Thursday, May 7, 2015

You have to write a book. You have to blog. blah blah blah

People tell me:  “No one reads anymore”.

So why bother writing?  Why write a book? Why write a blog?  I’m marinating this thought.  One more "should" do.  Even though no one reads,  everyone can now be a writer, a blogger or have a book!  For free!  It only costs you some time.  It’s like having a business card.  Just having that little piece of card and a web URL isn’t good enough anymore.  You have to write a BOOK!   

And, if everyone is writing, no one is reading, how can you get your story heard above the din?   Scream louder? Make a better sound byte?  Put cat videos on YouTube?  What?!!!  I CAN'T HEAR YOU!  Just click on the cat... he won’t mind.

OK, so I'm whining a bit.