"Congratulations! You are now a writer." Barbara Braig


     Music is a fun thing to meditate with. Most of the time I can’t concentrate with silence; I jump at every sound and my eyes pop open. Music covers those sounds that would distract me and fill my ears with pleasant sounds that I often delight in listening.

     I sit on my bed or the couch and cross my legs Indian style. I turn on the radio and/or my iPod and I put my ear buds in and close my eyes. Then I just drift on the music. I practice my deep breathing, slow and easy, and just let the music wash over me.

     I relax and let myself just be. Nothing else exists but me and the music I am hearing. There is no room for anything else. 

     I could be listening to the crashing sounds of rock, the twang of real country, or the not-so-simple sounds of techno. Whatever it is, as long as I can relax to it, I can meditate to it.

     It’s a great way to de-stress after a long day. It’s a great way to take some time for yourself, something you deserve and would thank yourself later for.


Posting Problems

Every time I go to post something, I press preview and lose everything I just typed!!!!!!!!!!

Or even publish post!!!! It doesn’t matter if I have saved a draft or not!! It takes me back to the New Post: Text/Photo/etc. page! It’s so frustrating!!  And I can’t even go back and get it!!

Thought of the Day!

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads onto way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

–Robert Frost


Have you ever taken a step down a path less traveled?

What path did you take that those before you ignored or overlooked?

Did it surprise your friends and family when you set upon this path “in leaves no step had trodden black”?

Do you regret your decision to follow “the one less traveled by”?

I would love to hear your answers!! I will share mine in my next post as well a picture I will draw inspired by this lovely poem. This is my favorite poem and since I bought Robert Frost’s Selected Poems book with this in it, I thought to share it with you.

Happy Reading!!

~ SilentKat ~

Cheesy Potato Salad Casserole

Hello little Kittens!!

I was eating lunch when I thought of this recipe. Completely random!! XD I don’t even know if it’s feasible. Hahaha But I thought I would share it anyway.



broken Original Lays potato chips, wavy, (from the bottom of the bag)

potato salad, room temperature

mozzarella cheese (or cheese of your choosing), shredded


Layer broken chips over bottom of casserole dish. Make sure you completely cover the bottom.

Carefully spoon potato salad over chip crust, until covered completely.

Now, you top with cheese. Bake at 350 degrees until cheese is golden brown.

Let cool and enjoy.


It sounds so yummy!! I would’ve  tried it myself, because we have leftover potato salad in the fridge and Original Lays, but by the time I came up with this, I had devoured half of the chips that were left. Hahaha

Let me know what you think!!

Happy Reading,


Writing Practice

Hello my little Kittens!! SilentKat wants to share today!!

So, I started writing when I was in elementary and middle school. Mostly it was just crap poetry. I kept it all in a small pocket-sized notebook that I carried everywhere. The only ones that knew what was in the notebook were the school’s librarians (of which I can’t remember too clearly). They were the only ones that knew, thus they were the only ones to encourage me to keep it up. It was not much later that one of my fellow classmates stole this same notebook for herself, ripped out all of the poetry I had written and trashed it, as well as scribbling over my name on the inside of the front cover, replacing it with her own. I was devastated. As young as I was, I knew there was no way I could replace those poems; I knew they were one of a kind, as crappy was they were. They were mine and they were gone forever.

So I took to crazy abstract and confusion drawings in a regular notebook with the occasional poem scribbled in the margins or on a separate piece of paper. (I created a separate notebook/journal, which I left at home, for more poetry.)

Why am I telling you all of this? Because, my dear, sweet Kittens, I have been writing various stories and such since then, but I have shown little improvement through the years, despite my determination to succeed myself. I even have a couple of chapters for various stories and even full length stories plotted out (somewhere), but I have felt little inclination to keep writing if I am not showing any real improvement.

SilentKat is determined to change that. With some help, of course, because I will admit to being unable to accomplish this on my own. I have many new resources at my fingertips now and I intend to use them as much as necessary.

My first resource is an e-book for the Amazon Kindle (original), How to Be a Writer: Building Your Creative Skills Through Practice and Play by Barbara Braig. I will be posting my progress, practice, and perhaps a purging or two, as I go.

Feel free to comment on it; I don’t mind criticism. (Years of angry chorus instructors have rid me of my fear of constructive criticism.) Hahaha

~~~~~^w^~~~~~ WARNING: Mature Content!! There is the mentioning of mildly erotic content. I am sharing what, at one point, were my own private thoughts and experiences.

Writing Practice 1 ~ Everything in Italics is from Barbara Braig’s e-book; everything else is me!

Take a pen and a piece of paper. (If you prefer, use your computer.) Set a timer for ten minutes, or put a clock or watch beside you so you can glance at it but not stare at it. Take a few deep breaths to relax yourself. Then pick up your pen and write. You can write anything. You don’t have to have a subject. If you happen to wander into a subject, you don’t have to stay there. You don’t have to be organized. You don’t have to compose coherent sentences and paragraphs. You don’t have to spell words correctly. You don’t even have to make sense. No one will ever see this. You don’t even have to read it over if you don’t want to; you can just tear it up and throw it away. (Obviously I have decided to keep and share my experiences.)

The only thing you have to do is keep the pen moving no matter what. That means no stopping to think, no going back  to cross out or change a word. You can write the same thing over and over again, until your mind gives you something else. You can write, “This is so dumb! I can’t believe I’m doing this.” It doesn’t matter what you write. Just keep the pen moving. You don’t have to write fast. And you don’t have to clutch the pen in a grip like a gorilla’s. (That will only make your hand hurt.)

Ready? Take those few deep, relaxing breaths. Go! When your ten minutes (or more, if you like) are up, bring the writing to a close. (Braig)

I hate this, feeling so insecure all of the time. I feel like someone is reading over my shoulder but no one is there. I am at work, so maybe that is why. I can only be comfortable with my back to a corner or in my room. I need to feel close to someone, but I have to trust them and I don’t want to come across as clingy, even though I am. I can’t relinquish my self-control. I hate that I can’t do it. Not even when I was intimate with my girlfriend. I still had my self-control, though admittedly precious little. I felt like I was flying apart at the seams. We were only close to intimate that one time and I say close to intimate because even though she used her lovely mouth and skilled hands on me, she was fully clothed. I had a button down top on, sort of; it was unbuttoned and I wore nothing beneath. I think I would have felt better if we both had been at least partially undressed. I would have liked to have felt her skin beneath my touch. As it was, I couldn’t think straight, let alone speak to tell her. I only wish I had and been more affectionate. Naturally, since we split, I can see all of my mistakes.

Congratulations! You are now a real writer. . .

. . .Now, take another few minutes — as long as you like — to reflect, on paper, about what happened as you did this exercise. What did you notice about the words that came to you, or how they came to you; what did you notice in yourself as you wrote? (Braig)

I was able to relax. Right now, that isn’t easy for me; I have been so stressed lately and writing helped me to distract myself, but at the same time, I was able to focus on a single part of that and drag it out into the light, however unintentional. As I wrote I noticed how easy and natural it all felt. It was a release, a kind of purging of the soul. It felt good, in fact.

Maybe now I can focus a little bit more on my homework. lol


Now, my Kittens, I am not sharing this, my deepest thoughts to . . .disturb you, or whatnot. I am going to describe my journey through writing with you. (By the way, I am a girl, if you have not figured that out yet, so I apologize if what you just read offended you.)

Now, I really did write out that Writing Practice, as I will do every time I feel the need to do that particular exercise. The reason for this is because if I type it up, I will ALWAYS go back and check my work and if I mistype a word and misspell it, I immediately have to go back and correct it. That is why I take so long with my typing. ^.^;

Well, that is my over-share post,

Happy Reading, Kittens!! ❤

SilentKat =^w^=

Me and My Purging


I have a need to be heard, and a need to tell. I cannot speak my mind in real public situations, for I tend to fear the consequences of my words or actions.

I am an Introvert. This means I cannot stand social situations for long periods of time. I have realized that they wear me out physically, so much so that I stumble into bed after and sleep like the dead.

A result of my being an introvert, I have only a few close friends. In fact, I have only 2 who seem to know me inside and out. And they really do love me, even though we hardly get to see each other. Weird, but I love them too. I have realized that I would not be the person I am now without them. Quite literally. They tolerate me and my eccentricities and even support some of them. lol

I am still socially awkward and have a hard time making new friends. I don’t always have the words to describe how I feel, especially if I have never felt that way before. I don’t speak too much to people I just met mostly because I fear them hating me. I want people to like me for who I am, not who they see when they first meet, but my first impressions always go wrong because I can’t articulate very well. I mostly just get out of their way as fast as I can and find a nice quiet corner to read.

I spend most of my time alone, because everyone I know is always so busy, while I don’t appear to be. When they are not busy, I am. *shrugs* I’ve noticed that this happens a lot.

I like to enjoy the moment; live in it. I savor everything I feel, mostly because I spend so much time alone, that I am often oblivious to other people and their emotions. I come across as insensitive because I cannot tune in or I clue in too late. I have lost many friends this way, and avoid dating anyone because I know I will only hurt them because of my introverted personality. They would want to spend every minute of their time talking with me, every minute of every hour with me. I hate phones, and I don’t talk a whole lot, even when I have something to say. I spend so much time alone that I can’t stand even a one-on-one situation. I get nervous, wonder what I am supposed to do or say, worry if I will commit some taboo act, or not do or say something they would want or should expect.

I have learned that the radio makes a great companion when one is alone. I have also noticed that one of my best friends does not even own a radio. I often wonder how she does it. I can’t watch TV because I find it too distracting and mindless. Listening to the radio allows me to pay attention to what I am doing instead of having to watch a screen to make sure I don’t miss any action.

Music is a big part of my life. Always has been. I can make up stories for a specific song and usually end up listening to that song over and over again just to adjust that story fragment I came up with. I don’t actually write it down though; I bite with details. I enjoy music and my mother has often encouraged this enjoyment, though out tastes in music tend to differ. lol

I have been reading avidly since I was about 12 and grounded. My mom would pick me up some books to keep me from sulking. It was not long before I was reading faster than she could supply. lol It always baffled my mom how I could read so fast.

Well, I do believe that is more than enough purging for now. Sorry ^^;

SilentKat (ok, maybe I am not so silent, lol)

I won’t start off with the “Hi! I’m new to blogging blah blah blah” routine, as this would be my first post, so it’s fairly obvious.

I don’t think I will have a set topic for my Blog. I may bounce around from books, to crochet, to me, etc. You get the picture. I was told a Blog can be about anything, so mine will be.

I respect everyone’s right to comment and speak your mind. You may say what you like, whether it disagrees with me or agrees, IDC, you may say it. Howver, I will not tolerate abuse, so please, No Swearing at me or on my Blog. If I deem you abusive, you will be reported. But that means you will have to be exceptionally harsh to me, otherwise, have no fear of reprisal, but bear in mind, I may disagree with you.

I am gay, lesbian, bi friendly. Any and all are welcome to be here and be who they are or want to be. No bashing, please, or you will be reported.

I am friendly with just about everyone and everything.

Happy Reading and Happy Holidays,