Hypnoetic floetry whisperhythm

Sometimes I get into these hypnotic, poetic moods where I could just write forever.

When I was 14 years old, my father introduced me to free-verse poetry. We sort of learned it together and eventually made our very own self-published poetry zine which we designed ourselves (with a typewriter, not a computer… lots of scotch tape, handdrawn art, and well… this was a long time ago.) It became quite a successful international poetry zine and I felt really cool being the “associate editor” of it, while my dad was the owner. We sold out of every copy we made and we received approx. 75 snail mail letters a day, all delivered in our mail slot in our door, so they would fall onto the hardwood floor next to the tv. I wrote the rejection letters myself – all by hand, and some people wrote back to say they framed the letters because we were the only ones who bothered to write handwritten letters with kindness anymore. I wrote a few acceptance letters, but mostly left that up to my dad. Eventually I took over the magazine (it eventually went digital) and it remained successful for years until I “retired” from the business. It was very difficult doing the whole thing myself – writing all the letters, keeping up with impatient requests for the next issue… it eventually became more pressure than fun. For years, that magazine was an integral part of our lives. We worked on it every day. Poetry this. Poetry that. Read this poem from so-and-so. Check this one out. What do you think of this. Should we tell them we don’t like these but we like his style so please submit more like this type? It was a beautiful learning experience to read through those poems.

At 15, I auditioned for a magnet high school for the Creative Writing program and Journalism magnet and got into both, mostly in part for the small degree of fame I had received in Montgomery, AL for being an editor of a recognized zine, receiving lots of awards from lesser-known publications, and for showing an eagerness to continue down the writing path. Eventually, I became the editor-in-chief of the school literary magazine that contained pose and poetry and mass-produced on a big scale… and Opinion Editor of the school newspaper which, I must confess, many of the opinions I gave weren’t my own – but ones the teacher told me I had to write since the other Opinion Editor needed someone with a counter argument. Nonetheless, I earned several more years of writing experience.

At 17 I graduated and got a job at a local newspaper as a staff reporter and layout editor… and since it was a very small paper (they didn’t even use graphic clip art from computers, we had to cut them from paper from a copy machine, so I already had previous experience with this), I often got asked to do photography projects which had me feeling much like the papparazzi. But yeah, more writing during that time… but no more poetry. It was all so “official” at that time, which… while fun, didn’t let me explore the freedom of creativity I died to have.

At 18 or 19, I decided to “move on up” in my journalism career and got a job as a Graphic Designer (and later promoted to Graphic Editor) for a huge newspaper with massive circulation that was printed daily. I was allowed LOTS of creativity, learned how to use the computer in all sorts of nifty ways including building websites, print advertising, etc. All those big coupon ads, grocery inserts, car magazines, real estate pamphlets, etc. – that you see in a newspaper every day, that’s what I did. I loved the art aspect of my job, but I missed writing

At 22, I published my very first book of poetry under the name Psychofairy called “Faerie Whispers,” which was sort of my life diary written in poetic, raw detail. By this time, I had so much to write, it just had to come out. I needed the outlet.

Within a few months after the book was published, I got out of the journalism business and decided to pursue my own career as a fantasy audio artist. Almost immediately, the first thing I did was create a blog. This is it. I still write in it. Without a blog, I’m convinced I’ll go rather mad.

And here I am…

People sometimes think that being an erotic hypnotist is all about the voice, the charisma and confidence, the attitude, and… the sex. But there is so much more to it than that.

Many people overlook the fact there is a lot of WRITING involved. The average hypnosis script is approximately (for me) 8 pages single-space typed on MS Word in a 12 point font. That’s approximately 8,000 words — about five times longer than the average newspaper cover story. When the inspiration hits and the scriptwriting process begins, it flows out like a sushi flower blooming into music.

So anyway, from my heart to yours, thanks for being a part of my blog and reading my little quips from time to time. Not really sure how entertaining it all is, but at least it’s not boring

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox