Somebody Else, Not Me

I know a number of people who are in love with Disney – young and old. They’ve always adored it, loved everything about it. Even as adults, they’re still excited about going and they love being in the Disney atmosphere.

I realize that I am definitely NOT one of those people and can never be.

I’ve always held a certain apathy towards Disney. As a corporation, I despise them. I’ve never been a fan of the movies. (And seeing them as a child does not count because those were the only movies that my mother would allow my brother and I see.) As a theme park, I’ve never really cared since I don’t like theme parks. I don’t ride rides and wandering around a 70 gajillion mile park to see characters and ride in teacups has always seemed like a pointless endeavor to me.

So why am I here? Because my mother loves Disney and she wanted to bring all of the kids. She also says she’s always wanted to bring my brother and I here. I think at the age of 10, I may have appreciated it some, though knowing me back then I didn’t care too much about going to the fair. Now at 40, I feel like I’ve been subjected to the fifth circle of hell because everything that this place represents, I can’t stand; I hate walking miles in the heat, screaming kids, crowds, rollercoasters, overpriced junk food, and standing in long lines for uninteresting exhibits.

Am I having a good time? It’s okay, because I’m doing precisely what I want to do. I’ve been writing, doing deeper plotting and planning about my trip to England, and working on my own future (which seems to be in elaborate shambles).

Bottom line, I thought that maybe if I went to the one exhibit that I thought was cool (Epcot), my mind would have changed about Disney and I would see what all of the hype was about.

Still haven’t a clue.

Catching Muses

Cupcake o' Happiness

Photo by bookgrl

It’s interesting because there’s so much going on with me right now, I’ve not had the time to properly blog about it all. Another problem? Too many bloody blogs! So far, I’ve consolidated three into this one, but that still leaves two more that are hanging in the wind. I may do yet another merger…

But let’s get to what is truly important here: My words have come back. I mean, I have been reading and writing consistently for a while now and I do believe it is here to stay for the remainder of this year. (I’m going to fight like hell not to lose it when the next Winter comes along!)

The real question for me is: Now that the words have come back, what exactly am I going to write about? My brain seems to flit from one topic to another, so I’m all over the place. I used to think of this as a wicked curse – so many thoughts, I’m unable to buckle down and write about a single one. But it is no longer a curse for me. In fact, it has taught me to focus and to catalog all of the topics so that when I am finished with one, I can go to another. And another. From there, I have topics for blog posts and articles and essays. Even chapters for my upcoming book.

So yes, things have been coming at me hard and fast, but I’ve never been happier for them to be. There are a number of things beginning right now and instead of being so overwhelmed I’m unable to handle any of them, I am grateful for them all and I am doing what I can, when I can. Everything will come together in the end.

Teleprompter for My Life

There are small pieces that I share and huge chunks that I keep to myself. I find it difficult to blog often because I feel that the more little pieces that I’m showing, they all form the larger chunks that I’m trying to hold on to for myself. But it’s all a part of the writing prices, right? Or so I’ve been told.

This evening, I found myself in a crunch and ended up having to work longer and harder than I normally do, but it just proved that I can. Sometimes I work even better under that type of pressure though I am not fond of it. And that realization gave me another thought that I’m not sure that I really like, but…

Maybe I need to put myself in those types of situations where I have to write. I’m having trouble with my writing dedication, though I do have to cut myself some slack in that department since I’m just coming out of my ‘hibernation’ and I’m also working more days/hours now. Still, I have to do better with my time usage. Less outer communication (which cutting it has been my saving grace this weekend) and more listening to the inner voice that is telling me the story. Much less social media and more budgeting of the words that I choose to share – holding them for blog posts and my writing.

The lights have come up a bit brighter and I can now see the path. I’m beginning to trust myself and I’m taking the steps down the path that are needed, but I still have a long way to go. It may hinder my relationships, but honestly, I’m not bothered by that. I have to do what is necessary to achieve my dreams.

It’s amazing to me
I can’t seem to say what I’m doing here
My tongue is all twisted around the air
Looking for words that were so well rehearsed
But I can’t find them anywhere

‘Amazed’ – Poe

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Slowly Breaking Through Daylight

After one of the longest days on record, I find myself utterly exhausted and in dire need of writing a blog post.

The weather is breaking and so is my depression which consistently robs me of not only my happiness but also my ability to write anything. As the snow melts and the seedlings in the ground begin to stir, the words begin to form in the depths of my brain. Or my heart. Or both.

After what feels like forever, but was in reality, a matter of two and a half months, my creativity is coming back and I’m finally able to write again. Strange that there is a whole host of writers who battle depression and they believe that it helps their writing and the expression. Alas, I am not one of them. I have the hardest time composing emails to family and friends, let alone composing a post of my thoughts and observations.

But I’m here. And the depression is not. So let the games begin!

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Location:a hotel room

(dis)Integration

3 questions

Everything I do has a purpose, even of those around me can’t figure out what that purpose is.

And with that statement, I present my space – The Write Madness. And to further assist, I will answer the following three questions:

Is this a writing blog?
Is this a personal blog?
Is this a social commentary blog?

It’s a little bit of all three along with anything else that I feel like expressing. One day I may give further explanation, but not today. (That is a post in and of itself.) I will say that, yes, this will replace my other writing blog (Holli B Writes).

There is no one scope, no one main topic, nor one particular point to this blog other than it being my conduit for communication and expression. Too much is going on in this world and in my head and I am not loyal enough to any one issue.

So the bottom line is: Anything goes.