Lately, I have been everywhere and nowhere.
This is to say that those of us wanna-be writers often finds themselves stifling the writing with things that don’t require a lot of thinking, or emotional investment.
If you’re an avid reader, and an enthusiastic fan of authors–you may have read how many of them succumb to drugs, drinking, opium, absinthe (same as drinking right?), or worse–commit the Woolf and the Plath sins.
I once heard a story that Gabriel Garcia Marquez was in his car with his family, and they were all about to go on a vacation, when he decided to turn the car around, head back home, and started writing in his basement. For a full year, he did nothing but write. His wife was selling some of their furniture to survive. And, that’s how “A Thousand Years of Solitude” was born.
I cannot succumb to the same shit.
I have no plans to become one of those authors who have been elevated to the masses as a creative genius whose revolutionary intellect captured everyone’s imagination.
But since I have not even remotely come close, I have the luxury of procrastination, and have succumbed to a phase of idle-itis.
And, I do this not by succumbing to drugs, or absinthe–but to something much worse.
I have been watching GoT, K-Dramas, Survivor, News (the real kind), and The Amazing Race.
Pop-culture haters gonna hate, but I don’t care.
In addition to the idleness, I have been feeling as if I am everywhere all at once but yet getting nowhere at the same time. And so, allow me to break all things “everywhere” down as an explanation the lack for enthusiasm (of “nowhere”) for writing as of late. I may choose to expand more of the stories below–but for now a snapshot will do.
A Korean Odyssey (not the K-drama)
The husband went on a journey to Korea for a month. He was there for work, and I was extremely excited for him, and at the same a bit jealous. Who wouldn’t be? In just a month in Seoul, and other Korean cities–he’s learned how to navigate and drive through the crazy Seoul streets, and also mastered the public transportation system. Most importantly, he fell in-love with the Korean culture: the people, the cities, the architecture, and of course, the food. I’ve already been in-love with Korea for years, but to see the husband experience such beauty, and metamorphosize into someone with a newly profound appreciation for a different culture is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
The Middle Child and the College Chapter
This chapter has closed. The middle child graduated from CSU-Pueblo and is moving on to the next chapter. The husband and I split the duties the weekend of his commencement: he at the middle child’s college commencement, and I at the primadonna’s ballet event. As I’ve said a million times–funny how time is stealthy when it passes by ever so quickly.
The Eldest Child And Future Daughter In-Law and the Emmys
The eldest child has been nominated for a few Emmys for journalism in the midwest region. He is attempting to snag one. His fiancee already has one under her belt, and I believe their household is truly attempting to collect as many as they can. He’s also switched gears in his career and have become a National Correspondent. In fact, as I write this, he is on a flight to Mississippi to do a story about what has captivated the news as of late. I shall not disclose the topic, but let’s just say it is a topic very close to my heart.
When The Youngest and A Knee Brace Met
Back in February, the Primadonna heard a pop in ballet class. The pop came from her knee. Several x-rays and an MRI later, we breathed a sigh of relief that the ligament is still intact, and the slight torn meniscus is healing. Of course, the healing part requires mental focus in physical therapy. She’s a bit of a fighter, and was determined to perform her role as one of the stepsisters in ballet’s school rendition of Cinderella. As she performed, underneath her costume safely in place protecting her is her new BFF–Ms. Knee Brace.
A Holy Shit Surprise
A week and half ago, I was on the second day of an intermittent fasting (more on this later), and as I drove home that day–all I thought about was how good pizza would taste, and in my mind I was describing a million different ways of how one would write how pizza tasted like.
I opened the door, and waiting for me was a life changer. An unknown beast was laying in the middle of my living room floor.
I was thinking pizza, but the husband was thinking a golden lab puppy instead.
No need to worry–the husband is still in the doghouse.
I had a dream one night that I walked into my closet and another part of me was standing there smiling. This version of me gave me a hug, and I thanked her for all those years that she managed to find the strength to find herself. I walked away from her as she whispered, “goodbye,” and “all will be well.” She closed her eyes smiling in peace–like someone who finally finished their task.
The story behind that goodbye will be for another day….