Fremen
MathyotterBusy, Busy, Busy with writing and gardening.
May 22nd 2008 02:10
The last week has been quite busy for me and mine. I applied for a job on-line but did not get hired. I have been writing non-stop. I recently got feedback from a reader that was very helpful. My reader noticed I tended to sell myself short. My reader suggested I not do that any more. It is so helpful when I have readers give feedback like that.
My blog at www.frugalmoms.today.com is coming along nicely. I have only missed a few days so far and even received a nice shirt that says "Have you blogged today." My kids love my new job at home, and are even starting to help me find ideas to write about.
I am starting a story that has been in my heart for years. It has been sitting there waiting to be told. My love for the character in the story is so strong. I have actually grieved over his absence. How insane is that? Then again, I have grieved for many people that I never "knew" on this plane. Grieved for the whole they left with their absence. Sometimes this world is so cold alone. My question is, how can I grieve for that which I have no earthly way to know? So if I grieve, then I must know, so how do I know? Did you follow that?
I wonder as a writer, if anyone has felt their characters so alive that they missed them. Is this the mark of a good writer or insanity? I think many of the best writers express the same pain I am. However, most of the best are kindly considered "eccentric". I too am considered as such. The local folks regard me and my tribe of Pagans as "nice" but weird to say the least. Some have openly called me "f***ing insane.:", but it doesn't matter. Sanity is over rated by far. Insanity tempered by a strong mind with an iron will and determination to spare can mock the sane life, while retaining the entertaining and torturing insanity which is so intoxicating. I also believe such tempered insanity is an advantage over others.
I know this is a deep post, but my thoughts are usually much deeper than what I put out for the world to read. My thoughts swim into a vast ocean of questions daily. My body aches to experience things my mind has scarcely understood. That my soul has had glimpses of in some way through the gifts my mother gave me, or the curse that my father laid on me by giving me his name. A lot of my friends back home would say "I roll deep." .. I have to laugh when I hear that.
It reminds me of so many summers spent on the Jersey shoreline, with characters better suited for a movie than real life. Boys on Martin Luther King Drive that didn't like the cracker, or wanted to date her. They couldn't make up their mind. Girls defending their honour by beating the snot out of any woman that was with "her man." Then at times, walking the board walk with a group of "friends" I had just met. My childhood was freedom for the most part, but freedom can be lonely and scary.
My life has been filled with larger than life characters. People who acted, drank, ate, shit, dressed, and lived as if they were in an alternative world. Goths that actually drank blood, gangsters that actually shot up homes over trivial spats, Preppies that actually believed they were better than everyone. My life was not spent in front of a tv wondering if anyone would actually do this crazy shit, I experienced that yes they do. May be these are the characters I truly ache for. Either way, their absence is tortursome.
My blog at www.frugalmoms.today.com is coming along nicely. I have only missed a few days so far and even received a nice shirt that says "Have you blogged today." My kids love my new job at home, and are even starting to help me find ideas to write about.
I am starting a story that has been in my heart for years. It has been sitting there waiting to be told. My love for the character in the story is so strong. I have actually grieved over his absence. How insane is that? Then again, I have grieved for many people that I never "knew" on this plane. Grieved for the whole they left with their absence. Sometimes this world is so cold alone. My question is, how can I grieve for that which I have no earthly way to know? So if I grieve, then I must know, so how do I know? Did you follow that?
I wonder as a writer, if anyone has felt their characters so alive that they missed them. Is this the mark of a good writer or insanity? I think many of the best writers express the same pain I am. However, most of the best are kindly considered "eccentric". I too am considered as such. The local folks regard me and my tribe of Pagans as "nice" but weird to say the least. Some have openly called me "f***ing insane.:", but it doesn't matter. Sanity is over rated by far. Insanity tempered by a strong mind with an iron will and determination to spare can mock the sane life, while retaining the entertaining and torturing insanity which is so intoxicating. I also believe such tempered insanity is an advantage over others.
I know this is a deep post, but my thoughts are usually much deeper than what I put out for the world to read. My thoughts swim into a vast ocean of questions daily. My body aches to experience things my mind has scarcely understood. That my soul has had glimpses of in some way through the gifts my mother gave me, or the curse that my father laid on me by giving me his name. A lot of my friends back home would say "I roll deep." .. I have to laugh when I hear that.
It reminds me of so many summers spent on the Jersey shoreline, with characters better suited for a movie than real life. Boys on Martin Luther King Drive that didn't like the cracker, or wanted to date her. They couldn't make up their mind. Girls defending their honour by beating the snot out of any woman that was with "her man." Then at times, walking the board walk with a group of "friends" I had just met. My childhood was freedom for the most part, but freedom can be lonely and scary.
My life has been filled with larger than life characters. People who acted, drank, ate, shit, dressed, and lived as if they were in an alternative world. Goths that actually drank blood, gangsters that actually shot up homes over trivial spats, Preppies that actually believed they were better than everyone. My life was not spent in front of a tv wondering if anyone would actually do this crazy shit, I experienced that yes they do. May be these are the characters I truly ache for. Either way, their absence is tortursome.
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Comment by Lynn Smythe
The Pagan Path
I Love Herbs
I'll check out your blog over on Today.com. I just started a Herb Gardens blog over there a few weeks ago.
Take care,
Lynn