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This is an entry from my journal. It’s unedited, as a way for me to wrestle with my own pain through a written form of prayer. I decided to share this wrestling as a “Christmas post” because we normally think…
Warning: This post is more forceful than I normally write, but I think it's very important. I speak up now, not because I'm getting tired of being ignored (I honestly don't care all that much), but because I'm tired of…
Lately, I’ve been reading Writing as a Way of Healing by Louise DeSalvo. (Worth picking up even if you only scribble in journals when you’re feeling particularly emo.) I’m only a couple chapters in, but already I realized this healing…
Can you believe we’re almost halfway into January already??
I must have passed out somewhere. I mean, that’s gotta be the reason for all those missing days.
Last December arrived and I tried to tally everything I did. At first, I was really upset. It didn’t seem like I got anything done, despite my anti-goals. Another year without an agent. Didn’t get my new book finished. Mark me a failure. Moan.
Then I really thought about it.
We freakin’ bought a HOUSE last year. With grass. With its own water bill. Which also flooded two months after moving in. And we got a puppy. That was sick for three months, and had to take the retard to the ER 3 times for doing dumb things like eating 10 lbs of my parents’ dog food in one sitting (and who is literally running circles currently in the backyard). And my DGH got a new job. And I lost 6 months from being sick to my disorder.
The fact I got ANYTHING creative done is freakin’ amazing. I got two drafts done on my Middle Grade fantasy, handed it off to my CPs, a verrrry rough draft done on the sequel to WPF, brainstormed other projects. Not to mention paintings!!
Then I didn’t feel so bad 😀
This year, I wanted to make some realistic creative goals. Two weeks ago, I made a giant list of everything I wanted to do. Then I spent some time hard core scaling it back. If chronic migraine life has taught me anything, it’s how to be realistic.
So, here’s my Migraine Adjusted Creative Goals:
I recently read this post and absolutely loved it. This is why art and fiction is so important. It's a way we can put on other people's pain, just for a little bit, and see each other as equals.