Friday, October 14, 2005
The Benefits of Insomnia--or May I Present a Ghost Story?
Being too sick to manage to do school properly has sucked, but there have been advantages. The first advantage is, of course, the fact I am now in closer proximity to many of my friends and can actually LIVE with my husband. Living away from Tony has been awful for both of us. However, he's got a life planted in Dayton, so we endured the "long distance relationship" for two years while I was at UK. (Translation: a lot of gas was used and our phone bills were astronomical.)
The second advantage is that I got a needed break from Social Psychology--I love my career, but I was missing all the other parts of my life. I missed being able to just hang out with friends without feeling guilty for not studying enough. I missed reading a book for pleasure rather than to support an argument or as a spark I'd use in a paper or study.
I really missed writing for the SAKE of writing, because I actually love to do it. One day I want to become a phenomenal writer, but the only way I've ever seen that happen occurs when people actually do it constantly. This year has at least given me an opportunity to make more "writing mistakes". With luck, this means that I'll actually write something that is amazing rather than "OK" or forgettable.
I have insomnia sometimes. It goes with the MS--my limbs start to tingle, I wake up feeling like pins have been driven into my body and sleep simply won't occur anytime soon. Today I found myself awake at four a.m.--what can a city dweller do at four a.m. that won't annoy the hell out of her spouse? It's annoying enough that I have insomnia, I'd feel reprehensible if I made Tony sick by ruining his health by depriving him of sleep. Solution: yoga, exercise, and writing.
Nobody wants to read ten pages of my scrawl (which I'm finally typing out) on a blog. Here's the deal: you like what you read and actually desire to read the rest of the story, you write me at lynx_cat2005@yahoo.com and I'll send you the rest. If you decide to plagarize me, shame on you--it ain't that good and needs some rewrites still. However, if you have a good feel for what is or isn't working on the story, could you do me a favor and point it out to me so I can actually improve?
The Taking Hour
Be suspicious of any hour. None of them are as innocent as they seem. The Ancient Egyptians understood this; ever seen a museum exhibit in which they reconstruct a burial chamber? In such a chamber, they retell the story of the treacherous journey Ra takes each day to present us with the son. Each hour holds a different adversary. Once Ra’s journey is finished, he still isn’t done. He’s still got to go through the entire process again. However, Ra makes it and human beings can live or play at the beach. Makes you think we’re somewhat ungrateful, doesn’t it?
The Ancient Egyptians forgot to warn humanity of the worst hour. This hour is greedy, unpredictable. I like to refer to it as the Taking hour.
The second advantage is that I got a needed break from Social Psychology--I love my career, but I was missing all the other parts of my life. I missed being able to just hang out with friends without feeling guilty for not studying enough. I missed reading a book for pleasure rather than to support an argument or as a spark I'd use in a paper or study.
I really missed writing for the SAKE of writing, because I actually love to do it. One day I want to become a phenomenal writer, but the only way I've ever seen that happen occurs when people actually do it constantly. This year has at least given me an opportunity to make more "writing mistakes". With luck, this means that I'll actually write something that is amazing rather than "OK" or forgettable.
I have insomnia sometimes. It goes with the MS--my limbs start to tingle, I wake up feeling like pins have been driven into my body and sleep simply won't occur anytime soon. Today I found myself awake at four a.m.--what can a city dweller do at four a.m. that won't annoy the hell out of her spouse? It's annoying enough that I have insomnia, I'd feel reprehensible if I made Tony sick by ruining his health by depriving him of sleep. Solution: yoga, exercise, and writing.
Nobody wants to read ten pages of my scrawl (which I'm finally typing out) on a blog. Here's the deal: you like what you read and actually desire to read the rest of the story, you write me at lynx_cat2005@yahoo.com and I'll send you the rest. If you decide to plagarize me, shame on you--it ain't that good and needs some rewrites still. However, if you have a good feel for what is or isn't working on the story, could you do me a favor and point it out to me so I can actually improve?
The Taking Hour
Be suspicious of any hour. None of them are as innocent as they seem. The Ancient Egyptians understood this; ever seen a museum exhibit in which they reconstruct a burial chamber? In such a chamber, they retell the story of the treacherous journey Ra takes each day to present us with the son. Each hour holds a different adversary. Once Ra’s journey is finished, he still isn’t done. He’s still got to go through the entire process again. However, Ra makes it and human beings can live or play at the beach. Makes you think we’re somewhat ungrateful, doesn’t it?
The Ancient Egyptians forgot to warn humanity of the worst hour. This hour is greedy, unpredictable. I like to refer to it as the Taking hour.
