Mission Impossible: A night op to fight teen angst

Operation Humanities

It was early evening. I was on a mission to help fight teen angst. I decided to start in a place rarely seen by the afflicted—the bookstore.

Armed with cash and dressed for combat, I jumped in the car. Objective: books. Field of battle: a bookstore. Motive: to enlighten a young mind. Targets: philosophy, literature, and art journal supplies. Conflict: demand greater than supply.

Recon, from the parking lot, revealed a high-traffic environment. The store was in its final days. Books were priced to move. (All fixtures too!) This may get bloody.

I entered the store. I scanned for the target genre. It was tough as the field looked tossed and battle worn.

Cloaked in suburban mommy wear, I stalked unnoticed. Shoppers seemed focused on their own targets. In fact, I noticed that several were consulting lists and scoping the territory.

All of the sudden, a primal need to consume indiscriminately kicked in. It didn’t matter what it was. I wanted to have rather than not.

My eye flushed red. My knees bent. My back coiled. I was about to lose my humanity.

Later, as I approached my car, my vision cleared. I had books in hand—a couple for the teen and a few for myself.

Mission accomplished.

Sunday, September 4, 2011. I snapped the pic with my Kodak Z7590 then put the photo through a filter using Photoshop. The store receipt reflected $44 in savings.

Finding My Voice is Like Finding a Four-Leaf Clover

My voice hides as quickly as my thoughts spread. Then just as I find a unique thought, my impetuous tongue grabs up the surrounding crap and lets it all skip, slide, and skitter out past the gum line. The resulting statements are a jumbled mess with the unique thought lost like a four-leaf clover in patch of shamrock.

This struggle for expression intensifies when I write. Why? First I have to find my voice, and then I have to translate it. Then I have package it for consumption. Yikes. Grammar? Ugh.

Let’s face it. Writing involves detailed planning and structure. As you can imagine, planning is nearly impossible for me, and I think structure is over-rated. There are so many rules and procedures for proper word placement and phrasing.

It is for these reasons (and more) that I draw, doodle, and create images. With images, it is much easier to be pithy. Hence today’s image of a four-leaf clover.

Finding my voice is like finding a four-leaf clover. I know it’s there; I just have to hunt for it.

Friday, August 26, 2011. After struggling with today’s writing prompt on NaBloPoMo, I ended up thinking about a four-leaf clover. I don’t know why. It’s just how my brain works. I doodled the image using Photoshop. ©2011. Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.

Galaxy Born

Galaxy-born

Galaxy born, our surrounding dark matter comforts the dark side of our humanity. We prefer the visible 10 percent of the truth and validate the unknown 90 percent as we find pleasing.

Today’s post was inspired by the writing prompt from OneWord.com. I had 60 seconds to write about the word “galaxy.” I created the image in Adobe Photoshop. © 2011 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.