I sure like these weekly visits (which means, your writing). Decided I need to disengage, myself, from my own cord - habitual politics chasing - after a bit of a meltdown (I don't even know *what* to say about the times we're living in, only that it will change). I can still take as much political action as I was planning before without going to the 3-4 websites/blogs/substacks I've been obsessively (I'm realizing) chasing down and rolling in like a dog in carrion (not 100% with this metaphor; I mean, dogs *like* this stuff). Again, I'm STILL taking action, while taking myself a bit out of the action. Who knows, I'll probably be more efficient this way. But it's necessary as my brain and emotions had gotten away from me (like dogs broken from the leash? But it also feels like monkey mind, which is accurate too, but different. Feels like a mixed metaphor combo of both, actually) (And I know I know people say that parenthetical comments weaken your writing, or, heaven forbid, make *you* appear weaker, but I don't buy that, and really, I don't care. I enjoy them, like some people enjoy emoticons 😉) (actually, I enjoy emoticons too, but not as a cheap clarifier for the intent of my writing; my writing should be clear enough on its own 🙂 ) (What was I saying? Who cares?)
P.S. I was a forceps baby. Can't remember the rest of the story and I'd ask my mom for clarification but she's traversing the universe and the time/space continuum now. Surf it, Mom! For many years she was convinced this was why I've been near-sighted since grade school - the squeeze elongated my eyeballs and caused this. I finally asked her to stop - I never liked hearing it - and that a recessive gene was about a million times more likely.
I do have to steel myself against the inevitable need should (oh god help us) they win, and the only thing you can sometimes to do is just immerse online and get really mad. I really don't know what's another way but gotta figure that out. Writing postcards? Chanting in the streets. I'll try not to set myself on fire.
Maybe there were some forceps in there for me too. I'll ask. Sometimes I don't know what my tall-tale dad mis-narrated and what's actually true - and a fiction writer is born, HA LOL ;)
Postcards are good for now before any calamity - good for the party and good for you! And FYI my political news fast was short lived and I feel about 1000 times better now after Biden's selfless move and brilliant tactical play, and Kamala out there setting the stump on fire. Don't you feel better?
Wow! This was exceptional and powerful and evocative writing. Brilliantly done. And my first daughter was an emergency C-section when the cord wrapped around her neck. One second I was in the attached bathroom, the next I stepped out and saw furniture flung to the far walls as teams of people rushed the mother of my children to the operating room. Scary! But all turned out okay.
PS. There is some one out there for you who deserves you. Keep the faith!
Thank you, that definitely makes me feel good when I worry I share Too Much. These cords! That is scary! Glad the outcome was good, as will be mine for sure. Especially if I just live my life.
"We can despair or repair." This really hits home, but I think I'm still going to allow myself a little despair while I try to figure out what "repairing" is going to look like (and what role I can really have in it), either in the short-term or long.
Yes, I'd be lying not to say these are only the protective layers covering the underlying despair/terror. But despair feels paralyzing whereas terror might be motivating. If you figure out what repair looks like, do tell! It's overwhelming but I'm pretty sure that at least in my case, it starts with what's closest to me - first myself and my health, and then in rings outward, family/friends, and then community. Participating in community, in whatever form that takes, is more essential than ever. Even if we only get together to complain.
Wow! This was exceptional and powerful and evocative writing. Brilliantly done. And my first daughter was an emergency C-section when the cord wrapped around her neck. One second I was in the attached bathroom, the next I stepped out and saw furniture flung to the far walls as teams of people rushed the mother of my children to the operating room. Scary! But all turned out okay.
PS. There is some one out there for you who deserves you. Keep the faith!
I sure like these weekly visits (which means, your writing). Decided I need to disengage, myself, from my own cord - habitual politics chasing - after a bit of a meltdown (I don't even know *what* to say about the times we're living in, only that it will change). I can still take as much political action as I was planning before without going to the 3-4 websites/blogs/substacks I've been obsessively (I'm realizing) chasing down and rolling in like a dog in carrion (not 100% with this metaphor; I mean, dogs *like* this stuff). Again, I'm STILL taking action, while taking myself a bit out of the action. Who knows, I'll probably be more efficient this way. But it's necessary as my brain and emotions had gotten away from me (like dogs broken from the leash? But it also feels like monkey mind, which is accurate too, but different. Feels like a mixed metaphor combo of both, actually) (And I know I know people say that parenthetical comments weaken your writing, or, heaven forbid, make *you* appear weaker, but I don't buy that, and really, I don't care. I enjoy them, like some people enjoy emoticons 😉) (actually, I enjoy emoticons too, but not as a cheap clarifier for the intent of my writing; my writing should be clear enough on its own 🙂 ) (What was I saying? Who cares?)
P.S. I was a forceps baby. Can't remember the rest of the story and I'd ask my mom for clarification but she's traversing the universe and the time/space continuum now. Surf it, Mom! For many years she was convinced this was why I've been near-sighted since grade school - the squeeze elongated my eyeballs and caused this. I finally asked her to stop - I never liked hearing it - and that a recessive gene was about a million times more likely.
I do have to steel myself against the inevitable need should (oh god help us) they win, and the only thing you can sometimes to do is just immerse online and get really mad. I really don't know what's another way but gotta figure that out. Writing postcards? Chanting in the streets. I'll try not to set myself on fire.
Maybe there were some forceps in there for me too. I'll ask. Sometimes I don't know what my tall-tale dad mis-narrated and what's actually true - and a fiction writer is born, HA LOL ;)
Postcards are good for now before any calamity - good for the party and good for you! And FYI my political news fast was short lived and I feel about 1000 times better now after Biden's selfless move and brilliant tactical play, and Kamala out there setting the stump on fire. Don't you feel better?
Sooo much better, actually fired up for our first female Prez, it’s electric!
Wow! This was exceptional and powerful and evocative writing. Brilliantly done. And my first daughter was an emergency C-section when the cord wrapped around her neck. One second I was in the attached bathroom, the next I stepped out and saw furniture flung to the far walls as teams of people rushed the mother of my children to the operating room. Scary! But all turned out okay.
PS. There is some one out there for you who deserves you. Keep the faith!
Thank you, that definitely makes me feel good when I worry I share Too Much. These cords! That is scary! Glad the outcome was good, as will be mine for sure. Especially if I just live my life.
"We can despair or repair." This really hits home, but I think I'm still going to allow myself a little despair while I try to figure out what "repairing" is going to look like (and what role I can really have in it), either in the short-term or long.
Yes, I'd be lying not to say these are only the protective layers covering the underlying despair/terror. But despair feels paralyzing whereas terror might be motivating. If you figure out what repair looks like, do tell! It's overwhelming but I'm pretty sure that at least in my case, it starts with what's closest to me - first myself and my health, and then in rings outward, family/friends, and then community. Participating in community, in whatever form that takes, is more essential than ever. Even if we only get together to complain.
Wow! This was exceptional and powerful and evocative writing. Brilliantly done. And my first daughter was an emergency C-section when the cord wrapped around her neck. One second I was in the attached bathroom, the next I stepped out and saw furniture flung to the far walls as teams of people rushed the mother of my children to the operating room. Scary! But all turned out okay.
PS. There is some one out there for you who deserves you. Keep the faith!