Death Of A Brain Cell

Odd fact of the day.... I need to shape my eyebrows. What relevance is this to your life? Absolutely none but this is my blog and I can write what I want to.

In the last two months, I have started two books and hit a big, fat wall of reinforced concrete. Is this the phenomenon they call writer's block? If it is I have one thing to say. It sucks and not in a good way (wink, wink). Big Time.

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I was in denial for a while as I tried to strike up a conversation with my imaginary friends and the computer monitor just flashed the cursor at the end of the extent of my writing that day- The . The entire time my overworked brain cried and flashed warning signs before finally giving up with with a drag queen's flare for over the top thoughts- commencing shut down in five, four, three, two, zero... (huh?)

Therefore I had to get my head out of the sand (and sand out of my ears) and acceptance followed. It was a bitter, slim covered pill to swallow.

But I refused to take it lying down, preferring to sit at the time, and came up with my plan to attack.

My solution: First, find a healthy snack to bring me to my happy place- chocolate (and yes chocolate is good for you or at least for me since it keeps me from biting anyone's head off and drinking their brains through a striped straw) and secondly, find something to keep my mind off this unfortunate turn of events. This is what I came up with.

• Paint your toe nails. This plan will only work for females and a few select males.
• Take a shower. We all know you been sitting in your filth for days hoping inspiration would strike. This is not an admission that I was sitting in filth... I, uh, have nothing else to say on the matter....
• Read something completely unrelated to the genre you write. 
• Get some much needed Vitamin D. Stop and smell the roses but don't get too close or a bee will have a battle with your nose and win! (Personal experience. Maybe... Okay no!)
• When you feel the need to grab a pen, write utter BS. At the very least you'll have a good laugh and not beat yourself up about it not being your best work yet.
• Get new imaginary friends who simply want to be friends and not have their stories told.
• Sleep. You know you need it.
• At least pretend to do the list of chores that have been piling up.
• Seek divine intervention and finally come clean on who ate that last cookie. (No, it was not me that last time.)

Warning: This method may not work for anyone except me (and even that is still up for debate)!

As I've already stated, I am an over-thinker and  the more I dwell of this problem, the worse it gets, until I hear my brain cells start crying out from the fire I have lit under my brain (aka a migraine) and I can assure you the poor things already have enough stress keeping up with the weird randomness of my daily thoughts. While I know everyone says a true writer writes every day, I have taken a break and hope to come back with a fresh perspective and a bucket load of new ideas.

Onto better news.... I will have some news regarding Kiale Dream and Rebirth soon and a saw a rainbow yesterday.

'Til Next Time!

Rainy Day Blues... Maybe.

Hi y'all...

Today's weather is a far cry from the heat of the last few days.

But I'm not complaining. I actually love rainy days. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside if that makes sense.

There's another tropical system over the Atlantic, tropical storm Ophelia.

Forecasters seem to think it won't cause much damage so I'm happy. St. Lucia can't take another hit especially since hurricane Tomas last year. I'm sure most of the US and the Caribbean think the same.

More exciting news. It's my son's birthdat today. My little pookie (sure he won't appreciate that name in a few years) is one year old. I can't believe a whole year has gone by although his birthday actually starts at 4:45 pm (time he was born). I thought motherhood would be a little scarier (well, a lot more) but I love my little man so much that nothing else matters. Awww. (who gives themself's an awww-me, apparently).

Muy Caliente

Hi everyone.

I'm so sorry its been so long. Busy, busy, busy....

It's really hot today, sunny. thought I'd share with you. Here are some photos from the back of my apartment. my fan is on it's highest setting and I'm still melting.

9/11

I remember that day well. I live in St. Lucia as I said before and I was at school when the attack happened. I think I was thirteen at the time. I only found out what happened later that day since I had been at school for most of the day.

When I saw the news and reports I was…I have no idea what I was to tell you the truth. It seemed surreal to me. I remembered wondering how one person, far less an entire group came around to thinking that an act like that would solve any problem. Honestly, can anyone explain that to me? Are people so desperate to believe in something that any bullshit some idiot sprouts at them is gospel?

I could not watch footage from that day for a very long time-I have a hard time watching people suffer: I honestly get sick. But after a few years, I got up the courage to watch some documentaries and the thing that still sticks with me up until this day is watching these people lose hope and jump from those buildings. It was truly heartbreaking for me to watch and for most of it I cried.

And I think that is what 9/11 was about-making people lose hope. If a powerhouse like the United States could not prevent such an attack, who was really safe from people who had no respect for life? No one. That’s the answer I came up with. People were afraid to fly, many still are. We watch at some from another race with contempt, discrimination so easily. Wars are become easily accepted as the norm.

That’s what that attack did to the world. It took away the precious little things. Hope, trust and our humility.

This was not only an attack on the US. It was an attack on the entire world. And I’m not saying that to justify a war. How can violence stop violence? I am saying this because no matter where you came from, what religion, race, social class, man, woman or baby, you were affected by 9/11, directly or indirectly.

Ten years ago, so many people died senseless and I with most of the world mourn the tragic loss.

Remembering all those who were lost on this day.