About four years ago, I decided that an online class of some sort would be good for me. I haven’t been able to work for a long time because of my mental illness, and other than chores and errands, which I sometimes struggle(d) with, I’ve only been able to do limited things on the computer. The first online class I took was one on memoir writing. I was happy that added something new and enriching in my life. It also made me toy with the idea of writing a memoir of my own. I am a neophyte when it comes to such ambitious writing projects, but not so new to writing short stories. Continue reading
I have written almost 200 blog posts since the end of February 2017. Of those blog posts, 20 (10%) include a reference to my love and history of dancing. This love seemed to be born in me, and nurtured throughout my youth. Even as I get older, if I’m not dancing on the floor to music, my mind is dancing to the music I create with words. That dance performance can be spied through the brisk movements of my hands as they quickly move upon my keyboard. Continue reading
I don’t know how long it’s been exactly, but I’d say at least four years. It was back then that for me the music stopped sounding good, or at least it stopped invigorating my soul. How to really explain it, I do not know.
I was a dancer from the first days that I remember. Music was central in my life. Jazz played in my grandparents’ music room. Classical music in the dance studio. I liked Rock and Roll the whole time, too. Really any music satisfied me, and I could dance to almost anything, even the buzzing of the street lamp, or the sound of a rope slapping the flag pole in the wind. Continue reading
When I saw that the WordPress Daily Prompt word was “planet”, I immediately thought of an important article I wrote some years ago. The article was about the environmental impact of the pharmaceutical industry. I wrote the article as a ghostwriter when doing freelance writing through a particular freelance work website. At the time, I hadn’t been working for quite a long time, but thought I’d dip my feet into some new minor work project. Continue reading
Sometimes I sit down and write a letter, e-mail, or card of appreciation to someone (or some organization) for the good work that they do, or the kindness they show me or people I care about. I didn’t always do this, especially in my youth. It is something I started to do more in my late 30s. Of course sometimes if I see them face to face, I might express the appreciation verbally. That is appreciated, but I think that when it’s written down it is often extra special. The person can keep the note or card as a memento of sorts. They may even be used as words of recommendation for others to read. Also, the writing of the expression shows an extra special effort that spoken words might not equal. Continue reading
Just recently, agirlwhowrites nominated me for a Blogger Recognition Award. This is the second time I’ve been nominated for this award, and this second nomination touched me as much as the first.
agirlwhowrites wrote some very thought-provoking questions in her award post. Though I’m not formally posting the award for myself, I couldn’t resist answering her questions below, and thought I’d take this opportunity to let my blog readers participate, as well. Continue reading
It’s been almost exactly four months since my first post here on WordPress. How quickly time flies! Continue reading
This morning I woke up feeling quite dull and sullen. The sadness of the recent loss in my family came back after some brief reprieves during the last two days. When I saw that the Daily Post word prompt was “create”, it didn’t produce the usual early morning creative juices that get my fingers flying on my laptop keyboard. My mind was blank. I considered skipping posting today. Continue reading
Today I have really struggled to write a post based on the Daily Post word “distant“. Funny, because I actually wrote three related posts, but deemed none of them appropriate to publish until this one. I know that the topics I wrote about are too personal and triggering for me. They would not be appreciated by some of my closest followers. Other topics using “distant” are just, well, too far in my long-term memory to pull out, or I’m just not in the mood to think about them. The word “distant” used to mean something far more exciting and exotic than it does now in my middle-age in my current situation, especially today on a gloomy day when my mood is a little low. Continue reading
In many of the posts I write, I try to acknowledge that some characteristics of people with bipolar disorder (or other mental illnesses) are not totally absent in those without such diagnoses. For example, a symptom of bipolar hypomania or mania is rapid speech, but we all know that there are non-mentally ill people out there that speak very quickly and voluminously. In this post I want to discuss my tendency to be a tad too demonstrative and open at times. I’d like to explore if that tendency is related to my bipolar disorder, or just me, and if just me, why I’m like this. Continue reading