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Why I Write

As a writer, I know there is one question that will be asked of me time and time again: why do I write? I always found this question a little strange. It made me wonder why everyone wasn’t being questioned about why they do whatever it is that they do. But regardless, I finally have an answer. It popped into my head one day as I was mulling how I’d awoken over in my head.

 

March 6th, 2013 I woke up thinking the opening lines to the next draft of my current work in progress. I’d had it planned and plotted for a month and a half but hadn’t had the means to start writing yet. It was driving me insane. I got on Twitter March 5th (when I got a chance to go on the computer) and read tons of tweets. It was toxic; poisoned me. I then realized how badly I wanted to start writing. How not being able to write was driving me insane.

So it just happened that I woke up the next morning thinking about the beginning lines of said WIP. I figured in a couple hours to write. And I did. And it was awesome!

Why do I write? I believe I have three answers for this, each just as relevant and true as the other.

 

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Hotel Hell #4

(sing dramatically…)

On the second month of Hotel Hell,

My strange fate gave to me…

Blue fuzzy slippers,

Our vehicle broke down,

And mum got laid off.

 

Month 2: January 2013

I can only guess out of his sanity challenged state, Lucky adopted some fuzzy children. Plush suits him, don’t you think? The munchkins now have a cuddle bunny guardian, which they think is adorable as well as the rest of us.

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Hotel Hell #3

To continue my chronicling of my time spent in Hotel Hell, we’ll finish the last two weeks of December 2012. We’re catching up before getting to the here and now because I hadn’t really decided if I wanted to write about my time spent here while I remained or if I wanted to wait until we had moved. Week 3 decided that for me.

WEEK 3

  • (Okay, so technically, I’m predating week 3, but so be it.) A few days before we were to move into our new apartment (YAY!!!), the manager called and told us we could not move in.

Why?

Because we have an eviction on our record and monies owed showing accordingly. This means no one would rent to us.

We didn’t take this news well. We had thought we’d be out of this small room to rent at the end of two weeks. We had even packed accordingly. 2 weeks worth of clothing and needs.

  • The muscles in my neck got stuck on the left side and I had to go to the chiropractor for an emergency adjustment. I couldn’t move my neck and the pain was constant. Really freaking annoying!

After being adjusted and being able to think, we realized that the mattress we’d been sleeping on was not healthy for us. It felt like a giant had slept on it for half a millennium. Not comfy.

Soooooo, we got my mattress out of storage.

Then we realized that the room itself leans inward. Imagine a large “U” shape. Both sides of the “U” curve in at the bottom so that the floors are leaning into the middle, giving us quite the predicament.

A few weeks later a friend was kind enough to saw off a few wooden beams and situate them between our beds so that we could sleep comfortably. Major improvement!

However, the room still (obviously) leans.

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Lucky didn’t seem to notice either way. He was, however getting a little peeved that he couldn’t run around like a banshee.

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Balance Within (Some Yin, Some Yang, and a Few Wolves)

I am Cherokee.

I’m also Lithuanian, Scottish, Irish, English, German, Welsh, Norse, and Sicilian Italian, but that’s beside the point.

In short, I’m a mutt.

I’ve always liked looking into lore, myths, and traditions.

I’ve noticed a certain interest into one Cherokee legend in particular as of late; the legend of the “Two Wolves Within”.

 

In our current eye-roll-inducing-society, more and more people are forgetting the importance of one question.

Who Am I?

We get so wrapped up in life and all its hustle and bustle; effectively giving ourselves over to the rat race so that we are essentially invisible, even to ourselves.

We forget to live by our own heart’s direction – but instead copy and paste society’s opinions into our own lives and continue to blindly run through the maze.

 

And we’ve definitely forgotten how important ‘balance’ is.

 

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Hotel Hell #2

Welcome to Hotel Hell.

Here you will accompany me on a strange (and sometimes creepy/disturbing/gross) journey within the confines of these walls.

 

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Here we find the back entrance, up the stairs and through the door. (And my insane sister.) I love my family. 😀

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Hotel Hell #1

No-Choice-Bad-Posture

Yep, its true.

I have, unfortunately, created a new kind of bad posture; the kind you have no choice about.

Have I mentioned that the place we’re living in is small? Like, in there’s only room for two beds. And no chairs. Or desks.

As in, Daphne doesn’t just sleep on the bed now. Oh no, now she watches teeny tv on the bed. Eats on the bed. Reads on the bed. And types on the bed.

 

And guess what?

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Be Like Nike and Just Do It

Goals, plans, ideas, creativity, persistence, motivation, determination, ingenuity, resources, dreams, and intent are all useless if you don’t actually start doing what you want to be doing.

If you don’t do anything…. you’re going nowhere.

 

Don’t let anything hold you back. Not doubt (self or otherwise), procrastination, negative comments, fear of failure, fear of making mistakes, actually making mistakes, etc.

Unless aliens are invading, do it – whatever your ‘it’ happens to be (as long as you’re not involving clowns, I’m good). Even then you could be keeping video documentary and exposing the nefarious plans of the talking squirrels that let the aliens in on how to take us down.

 

Talking squirrels are going to sell us out. It’s true.

 

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