Dear Void,
*cough* no, of course I didn't actually forget that I have a blog. What are you on about? Actually, my life has been extremely boring. No philosophical observations. No adventures. Just lots and lots of hours running makeup for a show I was not supposed to work this hard for.
Sorry, my annoyance is showing.
But I do want to pass on a message that I taught in my local religious group recently: it's okay to love yourself. Really. In fact, it's healthy. Don't let the media tell you you're not good enough. You are.
Okay, that's all I've got for now. Over and out.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
In Which I Discover a Dangerous Problem
Dear Void,
Breakfast. It's supposed to be the most important meal of the day, right? Then why is it so hard to stomach? Seriously, making myself eat breakfast is so much more difficult than makes sense. I thought during the school year that my issue was only with eating at 6:00 in the morning in the middle of winter when every part of me is freezing and I just want to curl back up in bed for the next many many hours. (Note: read that like a Lorelai rant in your head. If you don't know what I mean, you need to go watch Gilmore Girls right now!) But it turns out that I just don't like to eat breakfast! This morning I rolled out of bed slothishly at 10:30 (which disgusts me slightly, but what can you do?) and when I came upstairs to find something to eat so that I would stop shaking, I found that the concept of putting food in my mouth sounded completely miserable.
This can't be healthy. But what do I do to change it? I especially need to eat in the mornings or my body will throw a tantrum that will probably involve me passing out. And yet here I sit, blogging, not eating breakfast...
Help?
Breakfast. It's supposed to be the most important meal of the day, right? Then why is it so hard to stomach? Seriously, making myself eat breakfast is so much more difficult than makes sense. I thought during the school year that my issue was only with eating at 6:00 in the morning in the middle of winter when every part of me is freezing and I just want to curl back up in bed for the next many many hours. (Note: read that like a Lorelai rant in your head. If you don't know what I mean, you need to go watch Gilmore Girls right now!) But it turns out that I just don't like to eat breakfast! This morning I rolled out of bed slothishly at 10:30 (which disgusts me slightly, but what can you do?) and when I came upstairs to find something to eat so that I would stop shaking, I found that the concept of putting food in my mouth sounded completely miserable.
This can't be healthy. But what do I do to change it? I especially need to eat in the mornings or my body will throw a tantrum that will probably involve me passing out. And yet here I sit, blogging, not eating breakfast...
Help?
Thursday, July 1, 2010
In Which I Admit that I am Crazy
Dear Void,
There is a kind of insanity that most--if not all--good authors share. Many of them admit to it, too. It is that their stories write themselves, and the author's only purpose is to write it down (and fix some things along the way so that it reads better. Goodness knows there are enough good stories who didn't find their way to good writers. Poor little stories. *sniffle*) Often when talking about this madness, authors will say that it started with one character in their head who wouldn't stop telling his or her story.
I am feeling very cheerful. I have this same madness. :)
The other night I couldn't sleep. As I lay in bed pretending I could, a character strolled in through one of my ears and started chatting. And wouldn't shut up. (Not for the first time.) So I rolled out of bed, grabbed a notebook, and started writing it down. (If you were confronted by a dragon in the middle of the night, you would do the same thing.)
I guess the reason I'm sharing this story with you is that I'm excited about it. I've wanted to be a writer for most of my life, and now I have four different stories clamoring for attention and time on the page (which is like time on the stage but, you know, different.) Hooray for insanity! It generates such interesting things. I hope you enjoy my lunatic posts, this one being the most random and disjointed yet.
Have a lovely day!
P.S. speaking of authors, I just stumbled recently across one I really like. If you want fantasy of good quality with some laugh-out-loud moments, I recommend looking up something by Jessica Day George. Fun stuff.
There is a kind of insanity that most--if not all--good authors share. Many of them admit to it, too. It is that their stories write themselves, and the author's only purpose is to write it down (and fix some things along the way so that it reads better. Goodness knows there are enough good stories who didn't find their way to good writers. Poor little stories. *sniffle*) Often when talking about this madness, authors will say that it started with one character in their head who wouldn't stop telling his or her story.
I am feeling very cheerful. I have this same madness. :)
The other night I couldn't sleep. As I lay in bed pretending I could, a character strolled in through one of my ears and started chatting. And wouldn't shut up. (Not for the first time.) So I rolled out of bed, grabbed a notebook, and started writing it down. (If you were confronted by a dragon in the middle of the night, you would do the same thing.)
I guess the reason I'm sharing this story with you is that I'm excited about it. I've wanted to be a writer for most of my life, and now I have four different stories clamoring for attention and time on the page (which is like time on the stage but, you know, different.) Hooray for insanity! It generates such interesting things. I hope you enjoy my lunatic posts, this one being the most random and disjointed yet.
Have a lovely day!
P.S. speaking of authors, I just stumbled recently across one I really like. If you want fantasy of good quality with some laugh-out-loud moments, I recommend looking up something by Jessica Day George. Fun stuff.
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