Media Burst

There has begun a media upheaval. It is not entirely unusual for this time of year. I’ve seen post after post about people claiming they’re leaving social media. Internally I roll my eyes and give them a time frame of how long they will last. Cruel sure, inaccurate no.

It’s usually a few days, at most a month. It’s all great. Yes absolutely, but I have drawn the lines myself.

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, you name it I got it. For a while I found myself Facebook obsessed. Then I backed off, then I had the great idea of getting into groups. Aha writer groups. Lord help me, and save my sanity. Big mistake, thousands of members and drama at every turn. No, no this writer does not do drama. Big X take that drama and keep it away from my self protected bubble.

Needless to say, I found myself becoming irritated enough that instead of being smart and leaving the groups I would just stop using Facebook. Strange. After arriving back on Facebook and finding out that the algorithms had been axed a bunch. I have left and not looked back. Of course I still use my author page via an app that does not have my feed connected to it. WHEW! My author page is important it is a way to connect with readers and it is easier to be myself there than on my personal page.

What started as a small change has become a big change, cutting down wasted time scrolling and converting that into precious writing time. It cuts down negative feelings and promotes a more positive mood.

If you are feeling the need to cut social media, by all means I recommend doing it. Be realistic, but be relentless. You mother’s sister’s cousin can wait for you to reply to her comment.

Let’s make it a great Monday!

Time off

Hello blogger friends, welcome to the New Year.

I clocked out a few weeks ago from the blogging sphere. I’m really not sure why, it just kind of got lost in the mess of my searching excursion.

Before I clocked out I made a post about not feeling the Holidays.  Well, the holidays are over! Yay! Woohoo! We’re into 2018 finally and I am feeling a fresh sense of spirited self. Whatever the hell that is. I don’t know I’m thinking as I go, not rushing just breathing.

After checking away from blogging I dropped off the face of the earth from social media too. Kind of took the time as a basic self exploration period. Aha, what I am I meaning by this? I took the time to reflect back on the year, read a bit, stay away from writing, drink some hot chocolate and ignore the fact that my wish for a white Christmas came true.

This exploration period I used to learn much. I got some books about writing, just some books to read too, spent time with friends, did some brainstorming.

Well my brain is no longer fried! I feel renewed, motivated, and ready to kick this year’s ass!

It was nice to have a few daysof nothing, just me. I think everyone needs that. It’s time to get back to work. I’m back with a clear view, a better attitude, and new knowledge.

Welcome to the new year everyone, I wish you all the best in 2018. It’s going to be a whole new adventure in the making.

Life Stories: Installment One

The Virus Confusion

“Billy, I think I might have gotten a virus on my computer!”

*furiously hits keys and sighs in frustration

“Well did you google it?” Asked Billy.

“How can I google it if the internet won’t load?”

“Here, I’ll google it.” Billy said as he pulled out his phone.

“Oh God! It’s crashing! My computer is shutting down!” Oh god. Oh God. Oh God!”

Billy shakes his head, “The first article says not to freak out. Listen it says here it’s probably just a software malfunction. Google is telling you not to freak out. Why are you still freaking out?!”

“This is not good. No, no, this is bad. Very very bad!”

Billy jerked the computer away and hit the power button, “Ugh, your WiFi isn’t connected and your battery is low.”

“I, I. Okay I confess my computer hates me. And maybe I don’t know how to work it.”

“Sure, I didn’t notice that at all.” Billy noted with sarcasm.

Catching Happiness

About fifty three seconds before writing this post, I was sitting in a chair staring at a blank computer screen with a sour look on my face.

That idea is truth, but it’s vague. Why was I staring at the computer screen with a sour look on my face? Why was the computer screen blank. Why was I sitting in a chair fifty three seconds before I wrote this post?

I’m a writer. Words ARE my life. Words are physical, words are mental. Life is physical, life is mental.

Twenty Seconds before writing this post I asked myself, why am I doing this? Back to the vague. Doing what?

It’s a question that’s asked by every writer. “Why do I keep writing shit?”

Writing purgatory, it’s the hell no writer wants to be in, but are in at one point or another. Lack of motivation, stress outside writing, bullshit excuses not to write, food time, oh look there’s a dog now let me go pet it so I can ignore the blank page I’ve been staring at for two hours. It’s not writing block, no it’s something different.

It’s raw, it feeds the vile monster living within us, it prevents us from doing the one thing that has brought us to write in the first place. It’s happiness.

You can’t just write to write. Writing is happiness. We wouldn’t put hundreds of words on paper to just calmly say “oh that was fun I guess”. No to write is say the things we are unable to show the world. We are able to be real. We don’t have to hide behind a costume or conform. To write is to face the things we are most of afraid of. To write is to find joy.

Writing IS chasing happiness. It is the purest and most eloquent form there is.

Traveler

All I have ever wanted to do is see the world.

To live life, always going one hundred miles per hour. Never stopping to get caught up in all the bullshit that accumulates within our lives.

The other day someone said to me, “I think that’s everyone’s goal. To travel the world. To forget their responsibilities. To live the fairy tale that was shoved down their throat as a kid.”

I don’t disagree. I look at people who travel all over the world. Some are happy and carefree, they have this air to a lack of responsibility. You think Gosh I wish I was them. 

Whereas if you know a few travelers some are so enamored by their “occupation” that they compel this almost sort of arrogance. But some, they are repulsed. They don’t see going to other places an exhilarating experience. It’s like traveling is a festering sore to them. Each time they go, that sore is expected to pop.

Every person is different. Some are the born traveler and some are not. Everyone has a different view and that’s okay.

I have wanted to be a traveler because like in my writing, exploring a new place is like magic. You never forget the first time you go to a new place. It’s not the same a second time.

I think that is what being a traveler is, feeling the thrill in exploration, like the thrill of imagination.

My mind is spontaneous, and I have always wanted traveling to be that way. Maybe it’s time I get out of the house. Run to the mountains or something.

Flooding

I have so many thoughts going through my head right now.

First of all my dog is standing on the kitchen table. She’s not doing anything. She’s just. Standing there.

As much as would love to tell all 90 pounds of her to get off the table, that would be a battle that I just don’t want to fight right now.

Needless to say, I can’t sleep. Well I can sleep, it’s just I’m not actually sleeping. My mind is so full of thoughts I can’t shut down. On top of that I have 40 alarms set to make sure I don’t over sleep.

I’m currently experiencing overload.

Between college, being neck deep in author promotions, working, and trying to survive the Holidays. It’s rational to say that I’m overwhelmed.

I don’t even like the Holidays. Well I can’t say that I don’t it’s just the enjoyment has been sucked out of me due to Modern day society.

I love Christmas. I really do. It’s not that I don’t have time for, it’s just I can’t deal with it this year. So I’m taking a Holiday break this year. I’m going to hide at home while everyone is out shoving Christmas down each other’s throats. I will be very happy sitting on my computer writing, and drinking coffee until the Holidays are over.

Why?

Because I have excepted the fact that I am human, and I need to unwind every once in a while. If I’m doing what I love, does it really matter?

Hey everyone I’m the Grinch. I think people lose site of the fact that the Holidays are not a happy time for some people.  There are people out there who just want to spend the time to rest, for some it’s a traumatic time. Too often people don’t realize that not everyone wants to be yipper skipper during the holidays. And no, I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT HOLIDAY SHOPPING.

Okay, I’m stopping this to say, since when did Modern Society make getting in a fight at Walmart Thanksgiving night a Holiday tradition?

Oh what has happened people? People has happened.