Writer's Block: Hello, World!
Jan. 6th, 2012 08:31 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]Beezers.
That is what I called them.
I was still sleeping in a crib. One night I heard this horrible buzzing sound and I looked up to see all these black things swarming over me. I got the overwhelming feeling that they were going to take me away.
Next thing I remember, I woke up and it was morning. The beezers came almost every night for many years. I told my family about them, but they never saw the flying things and they told me I was perfectly safe, that no one was going to take me away.
Later on, when I grew out of my beezer phase, I looked out my window one night to see a pack of skeletons coming over a hill to get me. It was nighttime and I heard the same buzzing sound, but no beezers this time, only skeletons. I woke up the next morning. No skeletons, no buzzing sound of the beezers.
That is what I called them.
I was still sleeping in a crib. One night I heard this horrible buzzing sound and I looked up to see all these black things swarming over me. I got the overwhelming feeling that they were going to take me away.
Next thing I remember, I woke up and it was morning. The beezers came almost every night for many years. I told my family about them, but they never saw the flying things and they told me I was perfectly safe, that no one was going to take me away.
Later on, when I grew out of my beezer phase, I looked out my window one night to see a pack of skeletons coming over a hill to get me. It was nighttime and I heard the same buzzing sound, but no beezers this time, only skeletons. I woke up the next morning. No skeletons, no buzzing sound of the beezers.
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Don't have kids.
Seriously. My maternal grandmother was never big on kids, but ended up having my Mother Unit in spite of that. She eventually left her daughter to be raised by her aunt and uncle, so she could continue to pursue her career in singing. Then the Mother Unit, who was never crazy about kids herself, met and married my father, who wanted kids. Together, they ended up having yours truly.
But it was always Aunt Tudi who expressed that maternal vibe to me, from the moment I was brought home at the age of three days old. Eventually, the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she would mind caring for me, so she could go back to work. It was a perfect arrangement for them both. When I was six, my parents split up, basically because my father was a controlling asshole more often than could be tolerated by any sane person. So my Mother Unit left him. And she returned to New York City, which was the only place she really knew. The city was a bad place to raise children during this time in the early 70s, so the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she could leave me with her, after my time in the Father Unit's custoday was an exercise in insanity. He lost it when they divorced, and he showered his venom for the Mother Unit on me, as I was the only one there to listen at the time.
I was eventually given to Aunt Tudi, who took me home to Asheville, from living in Reidville, SC. Both she and Granny, Aunt Tudi's mother and my paternal grandmother, took it upon themselves to raise me in a safe and educational environment.
As I grew up, I realised that I had an extreme dislike for children. Now, I believe that this proclivity toward finding children distasteful is genetic and that I received that particular gene from the Mother Unit, who had also gotten the gene from her mother. The big difference between me and the Units, though, is that I never had children. I made a conscious choice to make certain that I would never be saddled with a child.
Of course, I grew up in an entirely different generation where I was afforded more options and was more educated about "family planning," so I can't really blame the Grandmother Unit or the Mother Unit for the choices that they made and their basic genetic natures. Everything can be traced back to our DNA, but it is up to us, if we have the ability, to bring to a halt certain genetic proclivities.
In my adult years, I have had a very good relationship with the Mother Unit and the Father Unit, before he died. I even got to establish a relationship with the Grandmother Unit before she passed. The Mother Unit has always been a presence in my life, even though we have lived apart since 1974. She was never a stranger to me and, for that, I am grateful. I doubt I would have acted in the same manner if I had had a child.
Don't have kids.
Seriously. My maternal grandmother was never big on kids, but ended up having my Mother Unit in spite of that. She eventually left her daughter to be raised by her aunt and uncle, so she could continue to pursue her career in singing. Then the Mother Unit, who was never crazy about kids herself, met and married my father, who wanted kids. Together, they ended up having yours truly.
But it was always Aunt Tudi who expressed that maternal vibe to me, from the moment I was brought home at the age of three days old. Eventually, the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she would mind caring for me, so she could go back to work. It was a perfect arrangement for them both. When I was six, my parents split up, basically because my father was a controlling asshole more often than could be tolerated by any sane person. So my Mother Unit left him. And she returned to New York City, which was the only place she really knew. The city was a bad place to raise children during this time in the early 70s, so the Mother Unit asked Aunt Tudi if she could leave me with her, after my time in the Father Unit's custoday was an exercise in insanity. He lost it when they divorced, and he showered his venom for the Mother Unit on me, as I was the only one there to listen at the time.
I was eventually given to Aunt Tudi, who took me home to Asheville, from living in Reidville, SC. Both she and Granny, Aunt Tudi's mother and my paternal grandmother, took it upon themselves to raise me in a safe and educational environment.
As I grew up, I realised that I had an extreme dislike for children. Now, I believe that this proclivity toward finding children distasteful is genetic and that I received that particular gene from the Mother Unit, who had also gotten the gene from her mother. The big difference between me and the Units, though, is that I never had children. I made a conscious choice to make certain that I would never be saddled with a child.
Of course, I grew up in an entirely different generation where I was afforded more options and was more educated about "family planning," so I can't really blame the Grandmother Unit or the Mother Unit for the choices that they made and their basic genetic natures. Everything can be traced back to our DNA, but it is up to us, if we have the ability, to bring to a halt certain genetic proclivities.
In my adult years, I have had a very good relationship with the Mother Unit and the Father Unit, before he died. I even got to establish a relationship with the Grandmother Unit before she passed. The Mother Unit has always been a presence in my life, even though we have lived apart since 1974. She was never a stranger to me and, for that, I am grateful. I doubt I would have acted in the same manner if I had had a child.
Writer's Block: Passing the time
Nov. 15th, 2010 08:27 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Listen to music. Now that I have over 8300 songs on Froderick, I don't foresee ever running out of tuneage on a trip, no matter how long the trip is. It doesn't matter what the genre is, I have it and, putting the iPod on shuffle means that everyone should be satisfied and no one can anticipate what glorious song will come up next. Surely, I am blessed when it comes to music. Now, if only I could afford to travel.
Listen to music. Now that I have over 8300 songs on Froderick, I don't foresee ever running out of tuneage on a trip, no matter how long the trip is. It doesn't matter what the genre is, I have it and, putting the iPod on shuffle means that everyone should be satisfied and no one can anticipate what glorious song will come up next. Surely, I am blessed when it comes to music. Now, if only I could afford to travel.
Writer's Block: Above and beyond
Oct. 25th, 2010 04:01 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I think we are a byproduct of the Big Bang. Something or someone tried to figure itself out and, in doing so, exploded, leaving all these little pieces of the puzzle of itself. When anything dies, that piece returns to the place it blew out of during the Big Bang, bringing with it a little more explanation of what the something or someone is.
There's that.
Then there's the author idea. Whatever happens to us is whatever the writer decides because we're all just characters in someone else's novel/screenplay/whatever.
I could sit and ponder possibilities all day long because I am, by nature, an agnostic even though I identify as a Witch, and I really can't say with certainty what happens after the body that holds consciousness ceases to function. In truth, no one knows and the ones who say they do are honestly a little terrifying. Religious know-it-alls are all kinds of scary and I should know, living on the buckle of the Bible Belt.
I think we are a byproduct of the Big Bang. Something or someone tried to figure itself out and, in doing so, exploded, leaving all these little pieces of the puzzle of itself. When anything dies, that piece returns to the place it blew out of during the Big Bang, bringing with it a little more explanation of what the something or someone is.
There's that.
Then there's the author idea. Whatever happens to us is whatever the writer decides because we're all just characters in someone else's novel/screenplay/whatever.
I could sit and ponder possibilities all day long because I am, by nature, an agnostic even though I identify as a Witch, and I really can't say with certainty what happens after the body that holds consciousness ceases to function. In truth, no one knows and the ones who say they do are honestly a little terrifying. Religious know-it-alls are all kinds of scary and I should know, living on the buckle of the Bible Belt.
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I think people with IQs lower than 100 should not be allowed to procreate. We have enough stupid people swaying the populace toward not only our self-destruction, but the ruination of our habitat. Perhaps if smarter people were in the majority, things may not go so badly.
I think people with IQs lower than 100 should not be allowed to procreate. We have enough stupid people swaying the populace toward not only our self-destruction, but the ruination of our habitat. Perhaps if smarter people were in the majority, things may not go so badly.
Writer's Block: Power of expression
Sep. 6th, 2010 09:39 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Stop being stupid. The only thing you're destroying is your own habitat. Trust me, the Earth will find a way to rid herself of parasites, and she's getting ready to do just that. All you "Save the World' penitents are really saying "Save Humanity." But we aren't worth saving. We've proved that time and time again. Just keep doing what you're doing and, before you know it, we'll all be wiped out by some superbug or a related cataclysm. The Earth will endure. Humanity is nothing but a temporary irritation.
Stop being stupid. The only thing you're destroying is your own habitat. Trust me, the Earth will find a way to rid herself of parasites, and she's getting ready to do just that. All you "Save the World' penitents are really saying "Save Humanity." But we aren't worth saving. We've proved that time and time again. Just keep doing what you're doing and, before you know it, we'll all be wiped out by some superbug or a related cataclysm. The Earth will endure. Humanity is nothing but a temporary irritation.
Writer's Block: Memories
Jun. 22nd, 2010 07:36 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Wow this is a hard one. I'd have to say meeting Barry Andrews was my most memorable. It was special in that I never thought I'd end up pub-crawling with the object of my abject fear for over a decade. Will I ever top it? I hope to by moving to the West Country of England. Now, a lot of people might think I'm moving there to stalk him, but he and I both know better. I want to go to the West Country because of all its sacred sites and tolerance of Paganism. My dream is to move to Avebury, not Swindon. But I do have friends in Swindon, so that's always a possibility. It is, after all, in Wiltshire which is where I want to be.
But back to that memorable memory. Enjoying the company of one of my best friends (Tallis) and finally meeting and getting along with Barry on an uncanny level has to top my list of special memories.
Wow this is a hard one. I'd have to say meeting Barry Andrews was my most memorable. It was special in that I never thought I'd end up pub-crawling with the object of my abject fear for over a decade. Will I ever top it? I hope to by moving to the West Country of England. Now, a lot of people might think I'm moving there to stalk him, but he and I both know better. I want to go to the West Country because of all its sacred sites and tolerance of Paganism. My dream is to move to Avebury, not Swindon. But I do have friends in Swindon, so that's always a possibility. It is, after all, in Wiltshire which is where I want to be.
But back to that memorable memory. Enjoying the company of one of my best friends (Tallis) and finally meeting and getting along with Barry on an uncanny level has to top my list of special memories.
Writer's Block: Top Three
Jun. 4th, 2010 12:45 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Well, this is a loaded question, so of course I'm gonna answer it.
Top Positives:
Top Negative
Well, this is a loaded question, so of course I'm gonna answer it.
Top Positives:
- My sense of humour: it's out of whack and off-center, which often surprises people and makes them laugh. Making people laugh is one of my great joys.
- Writing abilities: writing a novel is not for the faint of heart. Writing three is crazy. Writing more than that (which I plan on doing) is off your nut. And I'm definitely that.
- My way with animals: I have this strange ability to create an affinity with wild animals, speaking their language the best way this limited dumb human knows. Having had positive and/or healing encounters with hummingbirds, opossums, llamas (heee!), goats, among other beasties. I think this is something we all have to some degree; it's just a matter of tapping into your personal Earth Spirit.
Top Negative
- Snobbery: I can be pretty snotty at times and have caught myself looking down my nose at others. I'm not proud of it when it happens, but there it is. I try to avoid having feelings like that, but I think it's a byproduct of my overall misanthropy.
- Laziness: Some days I doubt I'd spit off myself.
- Impatience: God grant me some patience NOW. I often lose my temper because of my lack of patience. Sometimes I think that, if I had patience, my relationship with everything both human and non-human would be so much better. But I just can't get around my need for things to happen when I want them to happen.