So I’m putting this project aside. I’ll leave it up for now. I’ll leave the access permissions the way that they are so if anyone wants to pick this up, you may. And I’ll stop in now and then and see if it’s been claimed by the ad bots. If I change my mind, I’ll start posting again. But for right now, I’d rather spend the worry and energy working on writing submissions to other organizations.
Thank you, you fantastic handful of people who joined me in this project for a while. Good luck in your writing endeavors! And I’ll catch you around cyberspace some time soon.
Kylene
Inking My Thinking
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calm
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busy
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busy
I heard on the news about another man who died as a result of his compulsive hoarding. He got lost in his maze of clutter and died from dehydration. Stories like these aren’t new—there have been deaths from having too much stuff for as long as people could start to hoard it. People get lost and starve or they get crushed beneath it when it falls. It’s a dangerous disorder. And it is a disorder. It’s an honest-to-God clinical mental disorder to compulsively hoard things. It’s as serious as schizophrenia or any of the others, but it’s not usually seen as such.
As an overly-organized person, I find compulsive hoarding fascinating. I don’t understand how it’s comforting to have piles of newspapers up to the ceiling and boxes and boxes of who knows what stacked up throughout the whole house. I can understand, a little, how it’s nice to find a place where you feel cocooned and safe, like wrapped up in blankets or in a hidden corner under the stairs. But I don’t understand how filling your home with what I would call trash would create that same safe feeling. To me, it’s just claustrophobic and chaotic.
Of course, I prefer to avoid elevators because they make me uncomfortable. I relax by coming home and making sure that my house is as tidy as I can make it. And people don’t understand that sometimes, either. So it goes both ways.
Today, write about something that you don’t understand. Something like this. Something where people do something that doesn’t make any sense to you at all, but that they insist makes sense to them, maybe because of a mental disorder or maybe because of a personal belief system. Step out of where you’re comfortable and write about something from the other side.
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thoughtful
...swinging her hips like a chandelier at the train station.
...next..
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calm
Here's the thought for this morning: We've passed the darkest part of the year and the sun is starting to come back to us. But what if it hadn't? What if the days just kept on getting darker and darker?
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calm
Write a 100-word drabble. 100 words! No more, no less!
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calm
Sadly, I never once managed to sit down and write. I'd been planning to do it. I had this goal to write several pages and get a start on my submission for the Writer's Digest competition. But I completely failed to do it. I don't know why exactly, just that other things, like organizing under the kitchen sink, seemed so much more important. Why is that?
And now I'm back at work, getting up before light and getting home at almost 6:00 in the evening, with only the time between then and bedtime to get everything done that I should get done. It takes an adjustment. It's kind of dumb how quickly I can get used to being able to get things done during the day and then relax all evening. But it's just not the way things tend to go during my normal work week.
And a lot of this is mostly babbling about how my brain needs to learn how to handle this sort of thing better. And also to remind myself that if I'm serious about this, then I need to invest the time in it, even when I'd rather be kicking back with a book, even when the laundry room needs cleaning, even when I only have 15 minutes before I seriously need to turn off the light and go to sleep.
Because if I want to write, if I'm serious about wanting to do this better and expand what I'm doing with it, then I have to actually WRITE and EXPAND with it instead of just being lazy.
So! That's my swift kick in the bum. Now let's get back on track.
Are you journaling?
Have you given any thought to the Writer's Digest Annual Writing Competition? Deadline is May 15th.
And finally, if you had a superpower, what would it be?
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creative
I'm hoping to continue the momentum I had going before the holiday, posting 5 times a week or so. Unfortunately, I'm having a heck of a day, this being my first day back at work in almost 2 weeks, and my brain is having trouble keeping up. So today we're going to keep it brief.
Today, write about a calendar.
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calm