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Defeat Defeat

There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

Preface, The Picture of Dorian Gray

 

So I have to admit, I was all excited and did my breathing and shaking and writing on day one… and then didn’t. Instead of admitting defeat and giving up, today I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and in Warrior practice, asked myself why. I found reasons ranging from not wanting to look silly to feeling like I had the writing part covered already because I was supposed to be journaling for another class and had done that, even if I hadn’t done the breathing and shaking.

While the book says that structure is alive and needs to be able to change, I don’t think she meant that I could totally skip out on 2/3 of the writing practice after the first day.

 

I’m proud of myself for actually looking at the reasons I was avoiding practice instead of just angsting about not doing it and feeling bad. It goes along with things I’m learning in classes about self talk and nonviolent communication.

 

I wrote a goal down yesterday, framed in appropriate language, to conduct my Warrior practice in the morning instead of hoping I’ll have time and/or want to do it in the evening, and to do so before checking email and my various online haunts, since that’s what usually comes first in my day (after, or even before via iPod, groggily dragging myself out of bed). Today, I was thrown off a bit by feeling ill in the morning, so I didn’t manage to practice before finding my way to the internet, but I did go home and do that (after sit-ups, some stretching, and the simple yoga routine we learned in one class!) before tackling anything else. I’m looking forward to seeing what impact a morning ritual of Writing Warrior practice may have on the rest of my day.

Okay. I’m back.

No excuses, no reasons, no apologies for disappearing off the face of the earth. I’m just back.

And I’m back for a reason.

 

Last week was spring break, and the boy and I went out to visit a friend in Maryland and wander around Washington DC. We ended up in a bookstore one night, and while he looked at books on learning Russian, I looked at books on writing. When we both came to the conclusion that we kind of wanted to get one, he suggested that we do so and then bother each other about actually doing these things that we wanted to do. We actually ended up getting two books each; me because I couldn’t make up my mind, him because he wanted a phrasebook in addition to an intro to Russian book. One is Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott, and the other is The Writing Warrior by Laraine Herring. It’s the second that brings me back here for the first time in months. (On a side note, I also got Healing Spaces – The Science of Place and Well-Being by Esther M. Sternberg while we were at the National Building Museum gift shop. So. Many. Books. I was in heaven.)

 

What sound does a Writing Warrior make?

I know what sounds writers make. They yell and scream, brandishing axes. Or they whimper and curse, searching for a lighter. But a Warrior of Writing must have something different. Something new. I guess that’s what I’m here to find out.

The three parts of the Writing Warrior practice are Breathing, Shaking, and Writing. Lather, rinse, repeat for a minimum of 49 days, according to Herring. Doesn’t matter what you write, or where (though longhand is apparently preferable). Breathe. Shake. Write. The shaking is supposed to chase the stagnation out of your body and mind.

 

For every time I’ve said I’m going to pick writing back up since November… here I go.

49 days of writing.

50 days until I graduate.

One Warrior step at a time.

The Joys of Jello

Aha! Look, here I am actually posting on a Monday like I think I’ll always manage to do and then somehow my weekend gets eaten by distracting things that never include homework. Never mind that it’s nearly Tuesday already.

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At any rate, I’m here to document a new hobby of mine. Perhaps it’s a craze. It could easily be a passion. It’s something that doesn’t take ages, is hands on, lets me be creative, and gives me something I can do further creative things with as a result. What’s not to love?

I’m talking about dyeing yarn. Wool, specifically (or other animal-hair yarns, mohair, alpaca, etc). I’m talking about dyeing yarn with Kool-Aid. It’s this big thing that I had never heard of until ex-roomie showed me a ball she dyed with grape Kool-Aid and I absolutely had to try it.

The only thing I had around that was even similar to KA was Jello. See where this is going?

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After a little creative googling, I came up with two blog posts (see here, which led me to here) and ex-roomie showing me the Kool way to Dye group on Ravelry (a knit and crochet community, unfortunately you have to be a member to see the group– great way to find free patterns and connect with other people interested in yarncrafts in your area), and decided that I really didn’t have anything to lose. I hadn’t eaten this Jello in at least 2 years of having it, so why did I have it?

Onward, to madness and pictures!

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Mental Health Day

I feel like the biggest hypocrite on the planet right now. The clock just blinked over to 12:00 and I’m sitting on my bed with my netbook instead of freezing to death in the ID lab, less than 24 hours after complaining to The Boy about one of my classmates and her attitude, neither of which have been to class lately.

There’s a difference between her and I, though. She doesn’t go to studio because she doesn’t think we’re doing anything worthwhile. If you ask me, I’d say she doesn’t want to learn anything new, or think about things in different ways, or even seriously try to conceptualize and space plan like we’re being asked to. From whisperings and conversations I’ve heard in other classes, most of the class is in agreement with her, but at least they show up. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only person getting anything useful out of this particular way of teaching and learning.

In theory, this would generally make me feel even worse about not going. Not to mention the fact that I would have spent a frustrated half an hour looking for a parking space, or the fact that I didn’t actually get any elevations drawn for the new floorplan I sketched out (though I did work on a reflected ceiling plan), or that I didn’t get any more pictures printed of the building that’s serving as my ‘inspiration’ and concept.

In theory, I will have a horrible time going to my next class, full of some of the same people, with no good explanation of why I wasn’t there. I could say I overslept. I could say something came up, or I got suddenly sick but am all better now. I could tell them I’m taking a mental health day. Hell, I could say I just didn’t feel like it and they would just laugh and not care. That’s what I’ve realized. They won’t care why I wasn’t there. So why should I care what they do think?

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I’m treating myself, today. Not to candy or sweets or relaxation. I’m treating myself as a patient prescribed to bed rest. Sit, think, write about what you’re thinking. Say these thoughts you’ve been having but haven’t had the guts to write. Get them out in the open. Give them wings so they can fly away and stop bothering me.

Don’t get me wrong– this isn’t a day of mental rest. I’m not going to sit here and play video games or read a book or take a nap. I’m going to take these few hours I have before I go back to real life and classes and I’m going to do work. Maybe I’ll default to hitting my head against the wall or ripping out my hair in frustration, but there are things that are bothering me that I seriously need to just force myself to sit down and write out.

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Freewrite Friday #5

Here I am again, on a Friday, not having posted anything since last Friday. I mean to rectify this, however, as I took place in grand shenanigans last weekend. Those being dyeing yarn with Jello. Yes, Jello. And I’m about to do it again. But enough of that, it has a post of its own on the way. Have a freewrite!

(If anyone has wondered, the pictures I’ve been including with each freewrite post have all been taken by me. The last one and this one were from the renfaire trip to WI last weekend.)

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Disclaimer: I cannot guarantee that any of these freewrites make logical sense or truly tie together in any way. They are a result of trying to channel pure brain onto the page, as uncensored and quickly as possible. I cannot promise I’ll never swear or that strange and depressing things won’t appear. I cannot ensure quality or grammar or, in the interest of bringing them here as true-to-life as they appear on paper, even spelling. If you’re somehow offended by them or think that I’m trying to spread subliminal messages within their unstructured and awkward ramblings, fine, don’t read them. I certainly won’t make you peer into the strange inner workings of my brain.

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Freewrite Friday #4

Well, I appear to finally be back from my unannounced hiatus that started… sometime last week. I did get to go to a renfaire over Labor day weekend, which was much fun, but since I’ve been back I’ve been eaten by school again. I now have a planner, if I can actually get myself to use it in a timely fashion (any tips? help?). Hopefully soon school will settle down into some vague sort of routine in which I don’t run off to various places over long weekends. At any rate, have a freewrite!

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Disclaimer: I cannot guarantee that any of these freewrites make logical sense or truly tie together in any way. They are a result of trying to channel pure brain onto the page, as uncensored and quickly as possible. I cannot promise I’ll never swear or that strange and depressing things won’t appear. I cannot ensure quality or grammar or, in the interest of bringing them here as true-to-life as they appear on paper, even spelling. If you’re somehow offended by them or think that I’m trying to spread subliminal messages within their unstructured and awkward ramblings, fine, don’t read them. I certainly won’t make you peer into the strange inner workings of my brain.

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Don’t Hold Back

I try to do lots of different things. The problem comes when I find I haven’t finished any of the things I’ve tried to do. I know there are exceptions to this, or there wouldn’t be anything on my ‘works completed’ page, and I never would have finished three afghans in one winter, or plenty of other things. But my brain refuses to remember anything except for all the unfinished and forgotten plotbunnies. The fourth afghan that’s been sitting for years and the sock that’s been haunting me for months. WFMAD, that’s fallen by the wayside. 2YN. Seekers planning. Other projects that are mere concepts, still. The studio projects that never seem to get done to the standards I want.

I focus on those things and wonder why I was never able to finish them. I wonder where my motivation went and how I can get it back. Sometimes it comes home on its own. Most of the time I’m stuck out in the woods with a flashlight, searching for it and calling frantically while my mind plays horrible scenarios in which I never finish anything again and fail out of my last year of college.

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And then I found this quote in an email, a week or so ago, and it’s struck some sort of chord.

There’s a difference between Interest and Commitment. When you’re interested in doing something, you do it only when it’s convenient. When you’re committed to something, you accept no excuses, only results.

Unfortunately, I don’t know who actually said it, and a Google search is turning up at least two different results, so I’ll let you believe what you’d like.

What I’ve taken away from it, however, is a new look at what my ‘problem’ in finding motivation to do the things I want (or need, or like) to do really is. Or could be, anyway. Continue Reading »

Freewrite Friday #3

I loathe to say it– school is going to eat me alive this semester. I still haven’t done a freewrite, or written at all, really, in almost a week. August and WFMAD are slipping away from me.

I think blogging is becoming more of a daunting task as it goes on. I don’t want to come here and just complain about the past week or the annoying people in studio or the lack of parking on campus. I do want to present worthwhile things. But my brain hasn’t re-acclimated to having the boy back and also having school start. I find myself losing organization, not that I had much to begin with. Maybe this makes the freewrite I’m about to type up even more appropriate, as it’s tied to and about time.

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Disclaimer: I cannot guarantee that any of these freewrites make logical sense or truly tie together in any way. They are a result of trying to channel pure brain onto the page, as uncensored and quickly as possible. I cannot promise I’ll never swear or that strange and depressing things won’t appear. I cannot ensure quality or grammar or, in the interest of bringing them here as true-to-life as they appear on paper, even spelling. If you’re somehow offended by them or think that I’m trying to spread subliminal messages within their unstructured and awkward ramblings, fine, don’t read them. I certainly won’t make you peer into the strange inner workings of my brain.

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And I don’t mean they both make you cry (though that is sometimes true).

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Or that they both have layers. Even though that could be considered true, as well. Lots of stories have layers of action and motivation and theme. But the layers of onions are just… more onion. There’s nothing different, once you get past the shucks.

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For reference, I should note that I grew up on an onion farm. I realize this is not a common thing. In fact, whenever I’m forced to play any kind of get-to-know-you game or icebreaker that involves saying something unique about yourself, that’s usually what I lead off with. I’ve never come across anyone else with this particular background, even though I know, theoretically, there must be other people who have grown up on onion farms.

A small pile...

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Basically, I’ve probably seen more onions in one place at one time than most people have in their entire lives. But that’s still not why onions are like writing.

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Freewrite Friday #2

For all my raving about consistency, I find myself slipping and occupying myself with things like reading and avoiding doing the dishes until the boy comes home. WFMAD was going fairly well, but now I see on looking at my calendar that I’ve missed four days, all in the last week. I haven’t even done a freewrite since the 14th, much less remembered to post one last week. I think the lack of having something to call an active WIP is grating on me, though that really just means I either need to dedicate myself to the 2YN story (and catch up on lessons like I’ve been meaning to) or pick up Every Revelation again, since I have the next few scenes planned out and a tentative ending.

Part of me wants November and Nano to be here already, so I can work in a world I know, or at least pretend to know.

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Disclaimer: I cannot guarantee that any of these freewrites make logical sense or truly tie together in any way. They are a result of trying to channel pure brain onto the page, as uncensored and quickly as possible. I cannot promise I’ll never swear or that strange and depressing things won’t appear. I cannot ensure quality or grammar or, in the interest of bringing them here as true-to-life as they appear on paper, even spelling. If you’re somehow offended by them or think that I’m trying to spread subliminal messages within their unstructured and awkward ramblings, fine, don’t read them. I certainly won’t make you peer into the strange inner workings of my brain.

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