Wednesday, September 24, 2014

.Me, In The Words Of Others.

“I could see why Archimedes got all excited. There was nothing finer than the feeling that came rushing through you when it clicked and you suddenly understood something that had puzzled you. It made you think it just might be possible to get a handle on this old world after all.” 
― Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses

“I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.”
― Sarah Waters, Fingersmith

“You have a spine of steel and fire in your eyes... To have such a quality, one must be shaken to the foundation of one’s soul and put back together. I want to know how you emerged from hell made of steel and fire.” 
― Moriah Densley, Song For Sophia

“But she had learnt, in those solemn hours of thought, that she herself must one day answer for her own life, and what she had done with it; and she tried to settle that most difficult problem, how much was to be utterly merged in obedience to authority, and how much might be set apart for freedom in working.” 
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.” 
― Joseph Conrad

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” 
― Anaïs Nin

“I would always rather be happy than dignified.” 
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Better to be strong than pretty and useless.” 
― Lilith Saintcrow, Strange Angels

“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.” 
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

Friday, September 12, 2014

.Even The Moon.

I know I don't have much to say these days.

All the tortured-soul things I could spin sentences about once upon a time have kind of spun themselves out. No heartbreaks, no misadventures, no done-me-wrongs left; let's face it, batshit crazy has kinda been my thang for, well, ever...and batshit crazy makes for good stories. What does a girl write about when she can't write about chainsmoking and whiskey and doing all those gloriously debauched things that make a her simultaneously hate herself and feel invincible in the morning? 

I can't say. I don't know. A zebra can't hide her stripes, and my particular brand of dysfunction is as "me" as my green eyes...to sweep it under the rug completely would be to reach Stepford-wife levels of fakeness and I just cannot do that. I also can't go back to being Momma-Before-She-Was-Momma. There's a little boy who deserves far better than that cuckoo-bananas bitch.

So I keep my crazy a little more just-for-myself. It's in the perfume I wear that's just a little too sexy for daytime, in the black nail polish that I reach for more often than not; it's in the "hey, remember when?" conversations I have with old friends, and the last bittersweet thoughts I have of Metallica and Marlboro Reds before I fall asleep almost every night. It's in my iTunes playlist where you'll find more heavy metal than mushy love songs, in my favorite Tim Burton movies, and in the fact that my favorite words are still very unladylike ones that I say as often as possible when tiny ears aren't around to hear them. It's just half a bubble off plumb...

...but hell, even the moon has a dark side.


Saturday, September 6, 2014

.Conversations With Myself.

"Powder your nose, paint your toes, line your lips and keep 'em closed."

You're spending more time on social media than on life, delete the apps and pick up a freaking book.

There is really no need to drink THAT MUCH Mountain Dew, and cookie dough is not the breakfast of champions. ((Except on Saturdays, because...just because.))

Seriously girl...moisturize, moisturize, moisturize. You already stay up an hour past your bedtime to read that book every night, what's another 10 minutes? You look like Rango.

FLOSS, for shit's sake. Mouthwash doesn't cut it, and your dentist WILL notice.

I don't care if you only scribble out three words today and you misspell one of them. You need to write.

Little Sam doesn't hate you. His gums hurt and he doesn't feel well. Just hug him tighter because he needs his momma more than ever.

That mascara makes your eyelashes look amazeballs. Put on two coats. Every day.

I know wearing that stubby french braid all the time sucks , but your hair's growing so fast. Don't give in.

You may not feel like it but you're doing a good job. Though it always feels like there aren't enough hours in the day or dollars in the bank, you've got a happy baby, a good ink pen, and your bills are paid on time. 

Everything is a process. Keep going -- don't quit yourself yet.