Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Why? Why, Georgia, Why?

I always take a longer break than I mean to.

But, then again, I always hate the word always as well.

I'd been perusing the freelance writing jobs on FreelanceWrinting.com for all of a few minutes when I came across a listing seeking how-to writers. First of all, if you're wondering why I'm looking at freelance writing jobs when I can hardly keep my attentions on this blog, I have a wandering mind which often likes to investigate alternative means of income. Secondly, all of the prompts that were given evoked what I thought were hilarious interpretations of the actual skills the site is looking for a writer to explain. Por ejemplo:

1. How to use a chainsaw.
Pull string thing with a (presumably) red pull tab thing on the end multiple times until you stop moving your left arm with your pull and the thing actually starts. Hopefully you already determined what you are chainsaw-ing and have placed it in front of you - I usually skip this step, and then reach for whatever is being sawed with my left hand wavering dangerously at the weight of a chainsaw. During this time I usually think about how if I planned things out first instead of getting excited about starting the chainsaw then I wouldn't risk chopping up random things, like limbs. Not tree limbs, bodily limbs. Mine own, specifically. Enters theoretical, philosophical discussion with self which is generally all I can remember from the rest of my chain sawing experience.
2. How to prepare for an interview.
puh . . . worry anxiously until you figure out a bunch of satisfactory answer to questions you'll never be asked?
3. How to choose a bottle of wine.
Walk in the liquor store (yes, liquor store; I live in Tennessee now). Find the cheapest bottle with the coolest label which is neither a rooster nor a duck, nor have you tried it before. I prefer red.

I go to the website thinking maybe, just maybe, they have room for a sarcasm-sinner like me, but no. They are totally serious. T totally. So, I promptly came here to write about my failed attempt to find something serious to write about. Why? I haven't written in months. And why do I always try to spell month with a "u" after the "o"? Equally important questions.

Friday, February 21, 2014

A Midwinter Day's Waking Dream

Do you ever wonder what it is to be normal? I don't mean in an oh-my-gosh-nobody-gets-me kind of way... but more of a look-at-that-person-doing-that-normal-thing-so-casually way. I have realized something just today: I really miss writing. 

There are a lot of things that roll around in my mind while I make art, and I generally hijack discussions about my art as a time to all at once unload the passing thoughts I've had over the course of weeks. Honestly, I blame Evan. I can think of at least three ways to blame him, my boyfriend/fiance/partner (I'm not really sure where this relationship is going, other than forward, so I'm leaving options). He'd tell me that if I can only think of three ways to blame him then I must be slipping up. 

In reality I don't actually blame him... I blame my ideas, or at least the ideas that have been supplanted in me, about blogging. In general I suffer from a condition called Listening Too Much. It's really serious. Sometimes it's misdiagnosed as Caring About What Others Think Too Much, but honestly people need to stop misusing that diagnosis. Some people believe that blogging, Twitter, Facebook, <insert social media of choice here> is just a way for people to put all of their thoughts out there that no one cares about. I can't think of any thought more hurtful to plant in someone's mind; no one cares what you have to say.

Then why write? Why make art? Why write a song? Why do anything that involves anything other than going to your job, doing what you're told, then going home and doing your duty by your wife?

I don't have any answer to these questions. I search daily to find the answers because I know they exist. Currently what it comes down to for me is that I really love communicating with people. I also like thinking. But your mind is a vast universe crashing through the cosmos with no direction sometimes, ya know? No? Maybe? I would just really like to start using my blog to get all this sediment flushed out. There are so many impactful things in our lives, and, as so many movie directors like to point out (thank you Into the Wild), why bother if at the end of the day you can't pass on your knowledge?

The world is exciting... and I'm excited to get excited again about the excitement of this exciting world. 

By the way, if you haven't seen Into the Wild, or if you haven't watched it today, or if your little sister stole it from you because she absolutely needed to have it at all times (sorry, Robert) then check it out: watch a clip here or watch the whole movie (at your own risk, because I'm pretty sure it's still illegal - 100% sure) here

Some Shakespeare for your enlightenment:

Oh, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen when she went to school.
And though she be but little, she is fierce.
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