I am a journal writer.
It took me how long to realize this.
Well, I’ve known this all along really.
Though I write in prose poems format.

I thought I could change,
edit enough to be someone else.
I’m the same cranky moody writer artist
I was at the beginning of my journey
seventeen years ago while I was
documenting the birth of my first child.

Not all of this is for general consumption.
I guess all I can say is reader beware.

I have this funny habit of reading the
about page of the people who follow me
to make sure that they are old enough to
comprehend and handle the ugly content of my blog.

I can’t filter myself for the world.
The internet is a self filtering adventure,
that doesn’t really exist.

We visit, we read, we interact,
but you can’t go on vacation there
to take a month off from your life.
No matter how hard you try.
No matter how hard I try.

I love this interface,
this method of meeting
other fallible humans.
It makes me feel normal
like I’m not as different as I feel.

We are a community of odd ducks
with funny walks,
curved and straight beaks,
ruffled and smooth feathers,
“beautiful plumage.”

Amanuensis is the name I
chose to describe what I have become.
A writer-scribe who takes dictation
from the very thoughts flying
around in my head before,
during and after I dream.

As a female metal sculptor who works
in copper, brass, bronze, steel and silver,
I have to appear severe to be taken seriously.
Most people ask me if I make jewelry when I tell them I weld, sigh…

I weld,
I hammer,
I form,
I sculpt,
I make in words and objects.

Dictionaryamanuensis |əˌmanyo͞oˈensis|
noun ( pl. amanuenses |-ˌsēz| )
a literary or artistic assistant, in particular one who takes dictation or copies manuscripts.

sobriquet |ˈsōbriˌkā, -ˌket|(also soubriquet |ˈso͞obri-|)
a person’s nickname.
ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: French, originally in the sense ‘tap under the chin,’ of unknown origin.

reverie |ˈrevərē|
a state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts; a daydream: a knock on the door broke her reverie | I slipped into reverie.
• Music an instrumental piece suggesting a dreamy or musing state.
• archaic a fanciful or impractical idea or theory.
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from obsolete French resverie, from Old French reverie ‘rejoicing, revelry,’ from rever ‘be delirious,’ of unknown ultimate origin.

Q.Why do you have such a long name?
A.If you’ve been reading my posts since August. 
I’m long winded. 
Is it strange that my
nom de plume is so long as well?

Q.Why names of french origin?
A.I took fourteen years of french.
I can’t say I studied it, but
I sure have a lot of it
floating through my brain.

Q.Who are you really.IMG_3895
A.I am a breeder. I never intended
to have four children and
yet they seem to exist.
Ages 18, 15, 13 and 1.

Q. Are you a real writer?
A.This is my style of writing
in the mornings.
When I rein it in,
it can be a brief
poem-y thing.

I play with words.
When I don’t, you know it
just came out of my head
in a runonsentence.

I have been a ghost writer,
code writer, written some press releases
and contracts. Yeah, I love writing contracts.

I don’t write a lot of fiction,
my life is so much like fiction
that I have a hard time making things up.
You could say, I live a magical life.

Or visit my post, “Frequently Asked Questions” if you prefer the Q&A style.

I am forever my own personal scribe,
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie


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