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Friday, August 8 2014

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I’d just like to say I made a quote blog. If you’ve navigated around the links over there at the top of this site, you probably already know this. My reason for making it was purely selfish — I have so many screenshots and scribbled lists and post-its of my favorite quotes now that it’s confusing to sort through all of them, much less look for specific ones that I need at a particular moment. So I decided to transfer them all on a Tumblr blog where I can use the tags as filters, by author and by topic and such. I say all, but truthfully I haven’t posted even half of my bank of quotes. LOL. There are so many! But the sorting is slow and enjoyable.

So, um, I don’t really recommend you follow it, because I don’t post there regularly, and if I do, I flood, like, more than ten quotes at a time, but, you know. Just in case you want to check it out? Here: wordsandshe.tumblr.com

Thursday, July 31 2014

(Noticed this blog’s new look? Yeah? That’s what’s up…)

I’m beginning to see the phrase “hit by inspiration” in a new light, because I think I understand now that whoever first coined it really meant to use the word hit and all its implications.

In my experience, inspiration never creeps up on me. It’s never subtle. It’s either absent or present, with nothing in between, and with no warning when it becomes the one or the other. Like, when people tell me I’m so creative, I want to laugh. Because most of the time, and I really mean most of the time, there’s NOTHING. My creativity isn’t naturally overflowing, it’s trickling. I swear. My creative ‘process’ almost entirely consists of staring at a blank piece of paper (or document or canvass) willing myself to just let something out, anything — but when when there’s nothing, all I feel is that total absence. It couldn’t be forced. There isn’t anything to be forced. The vertical cursor on the monitor will just blink back at me and I have nothing to feed it. When I’m in these hopeless moods and have no choice but to make something, I know I’ll be dissatisfied with the results before I even start making it. Because when something isn’t inspired work, it shows. Which is why sometimes I avoid making anything altogether.

The opposite, of course, are the rare moments when inspiration hits. There’s that word again: Hit. Because, really, that’s precisely it. That’s the feeling. Hit. Crash. Jolt. You’re caught entirely by surprise by the appearance of the maddening drive to create, that the sensation is almost physical.

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Thursday, May 1 2014

This is my struggle regarding this blog: There’s only a teeny tiny part of me that still wants to share stuff on the Internet. For the most part I’m all, let them wonder what I’m doing! There was a time when some people really did get to see a glimpse of who I am because I have been so confessional in my profiles, but since being offline for so long I’ve grown more comfortable in imagining people asking “How is she doing?” and the default answer being “I don’t know.” That the only way people will know is if they actually interact with me in real life. Like, you want to know how I’m doing? Talk to me. In person! (Not that I’m readily available to talk to, being the hermit that I am. But yeah.) I kind of like the idea that I’m not giving complete strangers the bits and pieces of my life that could form a puzzle. All I’m now willing to give away are the inconsequential bits.

Which, obviously, almost completely goes against the idea of blogging.

So you see my struggle here?

There’s a part of a creative person that always has the urge to be all, “Look at what I made! See?”

And there’s a part of an introvert that’s always like, “Shit! Human beings! HIDE.”

And I am, frustratingly, a bit of both.

Wednesday, March 5 2014


So… Yeah. I’m back! (Sort of.)

The break lasted a while, didn’t it? And it wasn’t just a break from blogging, actually; I think I’ve retired from the fast-paced life in general. I do think it was bound to happen. I mean, I had so many things going for me, and then bam! Full stop. I suddenly had a lot of time in my hands. Time to ask a lot of questions. What have I been doing all this time? Did I even want to do them?

What, exactly, do I want?

It was like… I’d acquired so many chips on my table, after twenty years of growing up and working hard and learning, and when I finally had the time to stop and examine all of them, I got overwhelmed. (And pressured, and exhausted, and conflicted, and the list goes on…) And my knee-jerk reaction was to just shove everything off the table. I’m tired! I don’t care! I don’t give a flying fuck what anybody else says! I didn’t want to think and feel anything anymore. I just wanted to step back and breathe.

So I did.

Have you ever tried that? Just letting go and stepping back and breathing? If you have the luxury of time, do it. It’s very therapeutic. I highly recommend it. Everyone deserves a timeout.

But of course, (predictably,) you can only “step back and breathe” for so long. Eventually, floating untethered to life ceases to be comfortable and begins to morph into days of waking up feeling lost and useless. Reality starts creeping into the quiet moments, trying to catch your attention, bothering you to do something. Wake up. Move. Get off your ass. Take a step forward. And another…

There. See the chips strewn on the floor? Remember? They’re all yours. And you’re lucky to have them, you idiot. Gather them together. Check each and every piece. And figure out which ones you want to place back on your table.

I’m at that point now — picking up the pieces. And truth be told, I’ve never been so utterly confused and painfully unsure in my life. A million questions, zero certain answers. It’s slow going. It’s horribly depressing. But yes, I am getting there. And this is one chip I’m placing back on the table now: Blogging.

I already said before that I know I don’t need to do this anymore, but maybe I want to again, you know? For entirely different reasons from when I started. I guess I’ve already reached that “better place” I’ve been talking about in my previous goodbye post, enough to be able to focus not on my anxiety, but on how blogging has always pushed me to be creative. Because to be honest, my confidence about the quality of my work (my writing, specifically) has been dwindling, and that has everything to do with writing so much everyday but having zero readers aside from myself. Not that I’m seeking the praise of others, no. I guess it’s just getting a little lonely. And the idea of making that minuscle leap of faith to post my shit on the Internet again is finally sitting well on my stomach, so yeah. I want my creativity back.

Which is why I’m back.

Of course, this time around, I know it’s unwise to continue pretending I don’t have an audience, and I’m gonna have to take that as a permanent filter now, and a challenge. This is my small space on the very public Internet. It isn’t a place for diary-worthy confessionals or blow-by-blow updates about my mundane private life. But maybe it can be a small space for sharing small thoughts and showcasing small work to a small number of interested strangers. Right?

So yeah. I’m back! Definitely not going to be here as regularly and freely as before, and I sure as hell feel a lot different from the skinny ninny who left four months ago…but I. Am. Back. :)

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