Writing in the Air

Summer is here. I am less busy with clinicals more busy with studying for the next set of boards (standardized tests suck). In order to stay at least somewhat sane I’ve upped my reading game (and movie watching). It has inspired me to write. I feel words on my tongue. I feel a story in my heart. I just have no idea what to write about.

Confession: Reading and watching movies= escapism for me. It’s the one time in my life where I am not here in the boring realm of reality. I am not miserable studying (standardized tests suck). I am not my crazy, neurotic, calculating, self-critical, type-A self. I am just in the moment.

Lately, even the movies and the books (minus the In-Death Series) haven’t been hitting the escapism spot. I am constantly changing the show’s or the book’s story. I come up with different scenarios, write different characters in, b**** about how they shouldn’t have done that. Cry when a character of mine is mistreated (apparently I’m a little over-sensitive, it’s the empath ok?!).  The point: no-one is channeling my emotions the way I want them. Solution: I should write my own d*** stuff lol.  If only I could put my thoughts and feelings into words.

To my writers: What’s your process? How do you bring your story to life?

My readers/watchers: Ever felt like the author just didn’t get the story write? Are you super-emo, empathic to your story-line?

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Addictions

I’m a part of a book group on Facebook. I love it! It makes my book fetish feel so much more…..normal! However, it also feeds my book buying addiction. I have since learned that Dollar Tree has books and there is a website called Thriftbooks.  I have been trying to fight the urge to go to both. My bank account is begging me not too. So I sit here scratching like the book addict I am, wondering how long it is going to take before I cave.   Say a small prayer for me 😉

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Wake

Thought I’d give it a try, Daily Prompt:  Symptom here it goes:

We laughed. We cuddled. I softened deep into his embrace. His smell…My God his smell. It was an ecstasy. When we were together I felt whole. I felt like I belonged.

I smiled. We talked. I shared my darkest secrets. He was still there.  He still loved me.

I dreamed. They were big too.  The clouds spread all around me. The words easily fell on paper. I was successful.

I awakened. To a nightmare. Red on all the walls. Tears and mascara on my face. Chaos around me. Men and women in white surrounding me.

I screamed. I told them to take me back, to him. To my life. It would fade if I didn’t get back.

They placed an IV. A liquid entered my veins. My euphoria dissipated.

I cried. Reality returned. It was all imagined they said. A symptom.

 

And I realized….

Two life defining moments for me:

1.One of my friends bought me a Lord of the Rings scarf for Christmas. I was thrilled!

2. I joined a book group on facebook and had the balls to post to it!  It was about The Chemist which I’m not to happy with (different storry for a different post). The point: I had an intriguing conversation with a complete stranger!!

The fact these small things in life excited me so much made me realize I’m a complete dork! It’s official, I’m a dork 🙂 But I’m getting older so I’m starting to just roll with it more!

Confession 

If you want a bookworm to cook….get her a cookbook! My mom bought  me one and I’ve actually enjoyed picking recipes and cooking. My friends all know how big a feat this is…but sshh don’t tell anyone my secret. I still like getting free meals 😉