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authormdluna · 9 days
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I lift my plate and begin taking obnoxiously large bites of spaghetti—and then I intentionally allow the meatballs to topple down my chest. “Oh no,” I say, as I pretend to wipe myself off, when really I’m just smearing the tomato sauce around and into the fabric of the dress, mixing it with Bethany’s blood.  It’s one of the few dresses I have, but I have to ruin it, to hide what I’ve done.  Until this shit hits the news, I am certain everyone would accuse me of murder. Really, I just saved all their asses.   “Tomato sauce just doesn’t come out,” I add, trying to sound disappointed.
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authormdluna · 9 days
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Nowadays, when Crocky takes a walk through the woods, many of the forest-dwellers sing… Crocky-the-crocodile! Fear not his crocodile smile!
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authormdluna · 9 days
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Aren’t you scared? is what the buck said. Of Crocky-the-Crocodile? I replied in the woodland tongue, which living in the forest for so long has allowed me to learn.  Never. MD Luna, Crocky-the-Crocodile and His Crocodile Smile
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authormdluna · 9 days
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Crocky still felt that warm, familiar, nostalgic feeling.  So, cautiously, he followed Buttercup into the cottage, pausing at the rounded doorway and merely peeking one eye inside. One little black eye, so shiny.  And then two little black eyes, both so warm and bright. Familiar—that’s what they were.  For when I turned around, away from my work, immediately I knew I had seen those eyes before. And then the whole face revealed itself, that familiar face comprised of green scales.  That familiar crocodile smile. If it had been any other crocodile standing in my doorway, I would have been very frightened; I would have been trembling just as Buttercup was. And I could hear Buttercup speaking to me—not with the human tongue the way many of the other animals do—but with the woodland tongue. Aren’t you scared? is what the buck said. Of Crocky-the-Crocodile? I replied in the woodland tongue, which living in the forest for so long has allowed me to learn.  Never.
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authormdluna · 9 days
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As Crocky drew closer to my cottage, he ran into a gang of gnomes.  A dozen gnomes were marching single-file, from their own home of Amanita muscaria, out to the caves where they mine for treasure.  This is just what gnomes do, at least the ones who live in our forest.   Every day, twice a day—once at Morningtide and once at Eventide—this particular gang of gnomes marches past my cottage.  And as they march, I hear them singing songs… Treasure, treasure, treasure! We’re after Earthly pleasure! Citrine for wealth, Glass o’ ale for health, Abundance in good measure! Crocky heard the gnomes before he saw them.  And then in the evergreens they appeared: twelve little men, with long white beards, and big red noses like cherries, and tall pointy hats.  Each of them wore a different Earthy shade: some a crisp burgundy red, some a rich forest green, and some a deep ocean blue.  Crocky thought the gnomes resembled little Father Christmases.
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authormdluna · 9 days
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Crocky began walking through the trees.  It wasn’t long before he ran into a family of bunny rabbits: it was none other than Misses Hops-a-lot and her six baby bunnies, of course.   Now, Misses Hops-a-lot, being a new mother, and being a good mother, was always on the lookout for anything that might pose a threat to her children.  So of course, when Crocky approached the baby bunnies, flashed them his great big crocodile smile, and said, “Salutations!  How do you all do?  My name is Crocky.  Would you like to be my friend?”, Misses Hops-a-lot’s long fluffy ears perked up at once.  She hopped away from the dandelion leaves she had been foraging and, in just one bounce, landed directly between her six baby bunnies and the menacing crocodile.  
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authormdluna · 9 days
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Now, Crocky has always been a very polite crocodile.  He wanted to make a good first impression on his new neighbour.  He turned to the Great Big Bullfrog King, gave him a great big crocodile smile, and said, “Greetings!  Top of the morning to you!”  And he tipped his black bowler hat. Normally, the Great Big Bullfrog King would have been very offended by not being greeted properly: an individual of such high status expects both a low sweeping bow and a ‘your majesty’.   The situation, however, left no space for this. Even though the Great Big Bullfrog was a king, he was terrified!  Never before, not in all his time ruling the swamp, had he seen a creature with so many teeth!  King Bullfrog hopped away at once—Splish!  Splash!—disappearing into the swamp.
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authormdluna · 9 days
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There is a Crocodile named Crocky.  Crocky-the-Crocodile is his official title.  Now, speaking ‘factually’, crocodiles do not live on Vancouver Island, or anywhere in Canada for that matter.  (This is aside from the crocodiles held captive in zoos, which is a horrid thing and ought to be made illegal!) All that said, Crocky-the-Crocodile does live on Vancouver Island, in the swamp just north of my cottage.  If you don’t believe me, why not embark on an expedition and see for yourself?  I have given you the precise coordinates: the swamp north of my cottage.  And if you don’t already know where my cottage is—well, then you never will know—for I am never going to tell someone who needs to ask.
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
As a writer, these four habits are essential:
Reading
Morning pages
Deep work (writing)
Sharing my work
Sincerely,
MD Luna
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
Some tools I find helpful:
Tarot & divination
Morning pages
Yoga
Emotional freedom technique
Sincerely,
MD Luna
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
I always feel my best when I do my writing first thing in the morning.
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
I am learning to be less attached to the goals I set—no less dedicated to the underlying value—but less attached to that specific expression of said value.
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
When I was a child, I would often have a Disney movie on and several picture books lying open on the floor, and then I would be writing and drawing...
Honestly, this is not so different from how I live my life now, as a thirty-year-old.
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
I find it easiest to write first thing in the morning.
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
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I thoroughly enjoy drawing and painting, even though I am not very good.
It's okay that I am not very good.
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
Create. Share. Rest. Repeat.
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authormdluna · 14 days
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04/05/24
This year I am saying 'no' more often, and instead I am prioritizing my vision.
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