Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!

You can tell by the title, I’m sure, that I love the snow and it has brought to mind a new and fascinating idea for my book.  I love how the weather, the climate, and the landscape of a location or world in a story somehow add an entirely different sort of character to any tale.

Rainy days can add an element of sadness or reflection, storms add anger or drama and tension, ahh but snow for me snow is the most dramatic of all.  It is quiet and cold, peacful but deadly.  Snow is both hope and horror depending on the story and the situation and either one is a remarkable.

It can lie like a serene white virgin ocean when untouched by foot or claw.  It is a sea of cold and death and wind driven fury when you are exposed to its strength unintentionally.  Snow is all those things that most fascinate me about life.  In one moment hopeful, beautiful, and something to spark the imagination in the next it is fury and death with icy fingers.  But most often it is both at once and in my story I think I shall make it that way also.

So enough of my pointless meanderings through the foggy depths of my twisted mind.  Thanks again for any of those unfortunate souls daft enough to read this strange stuff and for those of you who read and write keep dreaming, writing, and believing.  Adios till next time.

Published in: on January 10, 2009 at 7:00 am  Leave a Comment  

This Just In!

I have just finished watching The Duchess and have for the first time in years shed tears at a movie.  It touched in me a chord that I so truly know.  What a woman must suffer or will suffer would drive a man to his death.

For men are so accustomed even in our society to having both what they want and what they need, and though to a lesser degree than in days of old, usually at the expense of a woman.  It makes me think back on all the times growing up that I heard my father tell me or my mother some idiotic statement like, “Women are good for making babies and cleaning house.”

Appalling really, I assure you, but yes that attitude still is very much alive.  Then those self same men that spout such drivel wonder why women become feminist Nazis and try to run them over.  It is sad that in order to be heard the sexes on both sides feel they must shout or resort to brute force in one way or another.

I don’t feel becoming the polar opposite of what I was taught about women from my father is the answer.  Though I am also equally certain that being walked on is not the answer either but in the middle somewhere is what we should strive for.  I could not see myself living with my husbands mistress and am so uncontainably happy I did not have to endure such non-sense.

This movie reminds me, as I’m sure it does a lot of women, of just how much we’ve gained and yet how much more we have to go.  Now to be treated as a mans equal we must consent to be treated not as a woman but as a man.    We cannot have our identity as women and be treated as seperate but equal. Instead we must shed who we are and become what men are, as if they are the bar to which all must be measured, and all that we bear or accomplish is but a paltry sum in comparison.

I know this latest blog has little to do with writing or journaling but I could not help but comment for the movie touched a nerve, as all good ones do.  I hope you have endured or ignored with grace my latest rant and if not many pardons.  Have a wonderful evening and until we cross paths again keep writing, dreaming, and believing.

Published in: on January 5, 2009 at 5:26 am  Leave a Comment  

I am doing something!!!

Okay so that is not the standard title one would expect to find in a blog but it fits.  I am doing something.  What you may ask.  Well I would love to expand on that.

I am writing my fool head off between work and readying for my latest excursion into the realm of higher education.  I am so enjoying and hating this re-write.  I love it because it is finally coming to life in a way that more closely resembles my imagination version of this particular story and hating it because it isn’t done yet.  Impatience will kill my drive so I am busy distracting myself, when I get too frustrated, by working on my school project, work, home, kids, and this blog.  Enough irons in the fire?  Why yes actually, a few too many.  But it is enjoyable and I’m discovering that taking time out for what I enjoy is an endeavor that is thoroughly feeding my soul.

I thought being single again at this point in my life would be a sentence worse than death but I am so full of hope and energy I can’t find enough things to keep me occupied.  It’s wonderful.  For those of my fellow writers out there who may have a similar life change in their present set of circumstances just know that the result and what you get out of the experience lies entirely in how you look at it.  I have found in my new direction, freedom, purpose, and hope.  I am so thoroughly thrilled with all the places and things I am able to experience now.  Not because I have more money, I have less.  Not because I have more time, I have less of that also.  But because I have found that I am free of the smothering oppression of a situation that was depriving me of emotional oxygen.

Thank you all for reading this drivel and if it applies and you needed to hear it I’m glad.  If it didn’t and you read it anyway thanks for your time.  And if by some chance you just enjoy my twisted mind machinations thanks for the effort at trying to follow along.  Till we meet again in cyberspace keep dreaming, keep believing, and keep writing.

Published in: on January 4, 2009 at 3:28 am  Leave a Comment