Makers Diary: New text

I wrote a new text to day..not sure how it fits in or what we will do with it bit it came, so I wrote it down and here it is:


SHE: The woman wears Vivienne Westwood's Boudoir perfume for the night time and Chloe Narcissus for during the day.
The woman has long nails, real ones and often paints them black.
She loves Midnight Cowboy.
She likes things to have a place, a home.
She likes to make lists but never sticks to them.
She uses a fountain pen to do all her personal correspondence.
She keeps everything anyone ever gave her.
She keeps her dreams on her sleeve right next to her heart.
She writes magical fantasy stories for her nephews about cats, faerie and goblins.
She has to keep a diary diligently because she is so forgetful.
She has hundreds of shoes but only ever wears 2 pairs.
She has small fingers and all her rings are just slightly too big.
She values honesty and loyalty in her friends
She hates to stay in one place for too long.
She smokes long cigarettes but when she’s out she smokes black ones.
She always has a pen and note book in her bag incase inspiration hits.
When she is alone at home she likes to sing to 80's hair rock at the top of voice.
She hardly ever cries.
She collects things.
She can't sleep.
She loves strawberries with black pepper.
She spoils her kitten too much.
She misses the sea.
She's brave and ferocious.
She is very disciplined and makes herself do things that she does not want to do.
She always sees the bigger picture but is fascinated by the details.
She sometimes forgets to laugh.
She makes mistakes but knows that is okay.
She always talks too much.
She laughs when her brother burps her name.
She wears her heart on her sleeve right next to her dreams.
She always falls hard.
She’s never wrong.
She eats pizza with a knife and fork.
She can keep a secret.
She cries when she listens to her favorite sad songs.
She loves spring.
She sometimes lets the phone ring and ring without picking it up.
She’s never late.
She loves to feel heavy rain on her naked skin.
She gets turned on by the stink of her man.
She often feels alone.
She always checks the handle twice to make sure that the door is really locked.
She has hundreds of pairs of shoes but only ever wears the same two pairs.
She has a broken heart.
She is scared of the dark.
She takes a gleeful delight in the sight of her own blood.
She hardly ever cries.
She wishes she was an only child.
She knows that just because you have his cock in your mouth does not necessarily mean that you have his heart.
She collects things.
She never throws anything out.
She always weeps on her birthday.
She often wishes that she could just vanish.
She is selfish.
She appreciates Jazz and has an affection for the pre-Raphaelite masters.
She has to suck ice lollies because biting them makes her whole body shudder.
She is powerless when he takes up his words; the special ones that he knows make her weak.
She thinks in the dark.
She keeps her memories in a heart shaped box, deep inside her chest.
The smell of Malibu makes her vomit.
She likes things to have a place, a home.
She picks at her feet.
She always misplaces her keys.
She likes to make lists but never sticks to them.
She knows he knows how to tame her too well.
She has a fondness for old things.
She needs to be held tightly.
She makes mistakes but knows that it is okay.
She loves without restraint.
She misses the sea.
She doesn’t have a home.


I am really pleased with this text and think that it really captures the feel of the piece. I will take it into the D Room (this is how I am going to refer to out activities from now on) and see what we can do with it.