Mid-Life Crisis
I don't think I've reached my mid-life crisis yet . . . but I may be getting close. I'm definitely beginning to feel the itch to make massive life changes, some of them necessary - some of them probably not. Slowly, but surely, I am reaching my goals.
I also feel it necessary to apologize for the last post. I had one of my rare moments of self doubt - wherein I decided nobody loves me, nobody wants to read what I write, and I might as well delete most of my rambling . . . leaving a rather ambiguous bare bones post. What can I say? We're all human (or I was the last I checked . . . I suppose nothing prevents the pod people from changing me out for a spore while I sleep).
That said . . . I've been making leaps and bounds in remembering who I am and what I like. If I sound like an amnesiac . . . I think most women will understand where I am coming from. I honestly think it is a gender-based trait that we tend to "lose" ourselves - in a job, in a relationship, caring for our children, etc. and have to periodically send out search parties. My "absence" has been necessary, but it is nearing time for it to be over! HOORAY!!! (I am reminded of a story a therapist shared with me at a brown bag lunch presentation. She had a client who "suddenly" left her husband of 30 years after she realized no one knew her first name. She was "so-and-so's mother" or "Mrs. Smith," or "so-and-so's sister." 30 YEARS!!!) Of course no one in her family understood - but I'm sure she left with a bullhorn and a backpack, ready to forge into the wilderness and find herself.
As for me - another National Novel Writer's Month approaches, and I am preparing to do battle with the final third of my story. This year, I am determined not only to win NanoWriMo - but to finish my novel - be it 50,000 words . . . or 150,000 words! I'm not stopping until the fat lady sings (or in my case, the Triad tears open the world and the oceans divide the continent . . . it's one heck of a finale, trust me)! Then I can finally rewrite the beginning and edit the puppy . . . followed by (HOPEFULLY) publication!
With my revival of self, I've also started percolating some new ideas . . . and I'm thinking of trying my hand at an anime series . . . the only thing holding me back is my inability to draw. I have a killer idea for a storyline - a story called "Angels" that I never seem to get out of my head and onto paper - wherein two Angels accidentally tear the soul out of a mortal girl, and have to deal with the Heavenly repercussions. So this Christmas I'm hoping for a few "How to Draw Manga" books. On the other hand, if you're an artist - or you know an artist - who would be interested in co-creating. . . by all means LET ME KNOW!!!!
With 5 days until Nano, my friends and family are preparing for my annual hermitude. Posts will probably be limited to excerpts from my novel . . . but you never know. As I'm finding the lost pieces of my soul, I'm finding surprising bursts of energy . . . so stay tuned!
Jaa mata! (See you later!)
I also feel it necessary to apologize for the last post. I had one of my rare moments of self doubt - wherein I decided nobody loves me, nobody wants to read what I write, and I might as well delete most of my rambling . . . leaving a rather ambiguous bare bones post. What can I say? We're all human (or I was the last I checked . . . I suppose nothing prevents the pod people from changing me out for a spore while I sleep).
That said . . . I've been making leaps and bounds in remembering who I am and what I like. If I sound like an amnesiac . . . I think most women will understand where I am coming from. I honestly think it is a gender-based trait that we tend to "lose" ourselves - in a job, in a relationship, caring for our children, etc. and have to periodically send out search parties. My "absence" has been necessary, but it is nearing time for it to be over! HOORAY!!! (I am reminded of a story a therapist shared with me at a brown bag lunch presentation. She had a client who "suddenly" left her husband of 30 years after she realized no one knew her first name. She was "so-and-so's mother" or "Mrs. Smith," or "so-and-so's sister." 30 YEARS!!!) Of course no one in her family understood - but I'm sure she left with a bullhorn and a backpack, ready to forge into the wilderness and find herself.
As for me - another National Novel Writer's Month approaches, and I am preparing to do battle with the final third of my story. This year, I am determined not only to win NanoWriMo - but to finish my novel - be it 50,000 words . . . or 150,000 words! I'm not stopping until the fat lady sings (or in my case, the Triad tears open the world and the oceans divide the continent . . . it's one heck of a finale, trust me)! Then I can finally rewrite the beginning and edit the puppy . . . followed by (HOPEFULLY) publication!
With my revival of self, I've also started percolating some new ideas . . . and I'm thinking of trying my hand at an anime series . . . the only thing holding me back is my inability to draw. I have a killer idea for a storyline - a story called "Angels" that I never seem to get out of my head and onto paper - wherein two Angels accidentally tear the soul out of a mortal girl, and have to deal with the Heavenly repercussions. So this Christmas I'm hoping for a few "How to Draw Manga" books. On the other hand, if you're an artist - or you know an artist - who would be interested in co-creating. . . by all means LET ME KNOW!!!!
With 5 days until Nano, my friends and family are preparing for my annual hermitude. Posts will probably be limited to excerpts from my novel . . . but you never know. As I'm finding the lost pieces of my soul, I'm finding surprising bursts of energy . . . so stay tuned!
Jaa mata! (See you later!)
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