Self-affirmation. The infinite loop.

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It’s not new. It’s an old rhythm. I go round and round the endless circle. Doubting, wondering, lost in self-created labyrinths of what-if’s and never-will-be’s. Only to emerge again, full of determination.

Regardless of the eternal question (am I good enough?), irrespective of its answer, I will always tell stories.

Even if they are never viewed by another. They are not Schrodinger’s cat. That do not cease to exist because they are not seen.

I will write them. I will create.

I don’t have a choice. There’s no other option. I don’t know how not to. I don’t know any other way to “be”.

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The Return and… the conflict of self-identity

It has been a while since my last post, and I must confess I am disappointed in myself.
In further confession, the reason for my silence has been that I have foolishly adhered to the very idea I rebelled against.
I had told myself that I was going to stay true to myself, and my ideas on writing. I was going to do what I wanted, discuss what I felt like discussing.

And then when it came time to actually write something…. I …stalled.

To be fair to myself, some of the mental block came from my ever temperamental health. Being sick is never fun, and it definitely messes with my cognitive ability. I went through a period of about two months where I was running on autopilot. Higher cognitive functions were a no-go.
But in that period, I tried. I thought about this blog and what i wanted to say. I had some bits and pieces of ideas clattering around my mind, taken from random conversations and mundane pieces of life. But, I could never expand these ideas into something larger, something I felt was worthy of a blog post.

A lot of my ideas were derived from everyday conversations and thoughts. Day to day, daily stuff. But I didn’t want to turn this into a daily, journal type blog. My day to day thoughts and exploits weren’t interesting enough for others to want to read.

Yeah, I’m kind of dumb. I’m working on that.
I still am afraid of, and don’t want, this to become a journal type blog. But what my addled brain was failing to register was that the thoughts that others might be interested in were born from the every day.
And of course, I was breaking my own rule of keeping this blog for me , writing about the things that I wanted to write about. I was already forgetting my purpose: to let my thoughts and ideas roam.

So with that awkwardness behind us ….

One of the trains of thought that kept rattling around my brain was one of identity and belonging.
In a way, it’s fitting for this return post, as the idea was borne from my upset at not being able to write anything (for this blog as well as other projects) for quite a while.

I frequently go through long periods of time, with “long” being anywhere from 6 months to a couple of years, where I am unable to write much of anything at all.
There may be occasional Facebook (or back in the day, LiveJournal) posts. I may scribble a few scraps for a story idea somewhere; pen down a scene or two, scrape out a bit of poetry, but for the most part no really solid writing happens. There are no new stories, no character development, no chapters or pages.

A lot of it has to do with my health. When my body doesn’t work, the brain tends to go with it, and my ability to write (and even think) coherently is diminished. Cognitive dysfunction is a pretty major symptom of Chronic Fatigue/Fibromyalgia, and it’s something I’ve struggled with for many years. It’s like someone stuffed cotton…in my *brain*. There are thoughts and ideas and critical thinking abilities, but they’re all covered in fog… dense, gray, suffocating fog. Nothing flows or moves easily through the mind in times like this, and just when one manages to reach and grab a thought or coherent bit of language, the fog turns to smoke, and slips through one’s metaphorical fingers.

After a long enough period of this, you start to wonder, and doubt. Did you *ever* have the ability to think, work and write coherently? Was it all just a dream, were you fooling yourself?

Depression is also a part of this phase… and the inevitable thoughts surface:
If you can’t write any more, if you haven’t written in x years, are you still a writer?

This is where my mind starts twisting in on itself about the concept of identity.
How much of an identity is what you think of yourself, versus what others think of you, versus, what you actually do?

That is, if I only write occasionally, and don’t think of myself as a writer… but others view me as a writer, and I am actually writing (if sporadically), which is my identity? Writer or not?

Am I defined by my illness? Many would say no, absolutely not.

But as much as I’d like to believe that, it’s hard to think otherwise when I see how much it affects me, changes me, and guides my course in life.

So maybe I AM a writer, but I’m also a girl with a/n (sometimes debilitating) illness. So the illness changes the nature of the writing identity. I suppose I should just embrace that, and accept all aspects of my identity.

So perhaps it’s not that identity is solely what you think of yourself, or what others perceive you to be, or just your actions. It’s a multi-faced gem of all of these and a few other ideas as well. Even more, I think some parts of one’s identity can be, fluid and changing, evolving as the individual goes through life experiences.That is, the core aspects remain the same, but humans (tend to be) are more complicated than a single core aspect. So those labels that we layer on ourselves, those can be changed.

I can be a writer… who is also dealing with an illness, who may not be as prolific as another person, but are still.. a writer.

There was another point I wanted to make here, but I’m going to rely on the “occasional cognitive dysfunction” part of my identity and call it a day and let this post go to roost. 😉

Relationship status: It’s complicated

This afternoon I was playing with some world building and magic-system ideas for my current novel and I started to get very excited about said ideas. Things were clicking into place, one idea leading to another, each neatly solving a problem. Click, click, click. My best game of Tetris ever.  With each new idea,  I got more excited; my pulse quickened, my energy levels rose. “This is why I do this,” I thought.  A little voice in the back of my brain likened it to a high, but without the troublesome side effects afterward. But immediately after that thought, I realized, no… the writer’s high does have its own dark side. It lures you in with good moments, and without warning, the trap snaps shut, leaving you alone and in the dark, wondering what the hell just happened.

And with that, the next thought…

Working on a piece of writing is like being in a relationship with a troublesome, tempestuous lover. It is the kind of relationship that everyone tells you isn’t good for you, but you just. can’t. quit.

When it’s good, it’s good. That tempestuous nature ignites something within you, an ember that fans quickly into a flame. You can’t stop thinking about them, everything reminds you of them, and suddenly, they are your entire world. You know you’re flirting with fire, but that is part of what makes the experience so enjoyable, so exciting. You get giddy just thinking about them, and when things align, you see stars.

But that very same passionate will eventually work against you, sooner or later. It’s inevitable. The flames will continue to fan into an inferno that you can’t control. Where there was once was magic and euphoria, there is instead heartache and desolation. Nothing will go right. Nothing you say or do will be good enough for your fickle, mercurial darling. There will be tears and no small touch of madness on your behalf.

And just when you are ready to call it quits, and break it off, for good this time! Your little lover will change on you again, maybe even simpering, whispering a thousand apologies. Assurances and promises will slip off their silver tongue, and there will be one final sweet offer you just can’t refuse.

And so, the process begins anew.

Is it any wonder so many writers drink and/or have gone insane?

We court insatiable, temperamental lovers, and keep coming back for more.

Oh muse, thou art a heartless bitch.

For what it’s worth, I’ll take the lows with the highs. I’m still working on those ideas I mentioned, and still excited but tempered. One might say that is the key all along: temper the flame, and don’t let it consume you. Easier said than done…

Points of interest (or, Things I like )

Topics you may find discussed in this blog:
(in no particular order)

  • Molecular Biology
  • Genetics
  • Immunology
  • Conservation Biology
  • Evolutionary Biology
  • (Living with) Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFIDS)
  • (Living with) Fibromyalgia (FMS)
  • Gluten-free Cooking
  • Gluten-free Baking
  • Dogs
  • Pet care
  • Technology
  • Science Fiction
  • Fantasy
  • Role-Playing games (Table-top, Board, and Computer)
  • MMOs
  • Star Trek
  • Star Wars
  • Writing
  • Gothic Sub-culture
  • General Science and Geekery
  • Book and Movie reviews (see: Science Fiction, Fantasy and General Geekery)
  • Animal Behavior
  • Sociology (and ideas on human behavior)

Topics you will not find discussed in this blog:

  • Religion
  • Politics

This isn’t to say that topics are limited to the first list, or that you will never find topics in the second list mentioned. Rather, this is a general guide.

I’m not including religion or politics because they are the standard “do not discuss in polite company” topics, but more because I have no desire to discuss them.

Both of those subjects tend to carry a high amount of emotional weight and personal response with them. I’ve found that people are pretty inflexible when it comes to those subjects, and aren’t likely to change their minds or core beliefs, even if another person has a really good point.

This isn’t to say these topics aren’t worth discussing or exploring, and you may find that these topics do come up from time to time. But on the whole, I stay away from them. If I do discuss these topics, it tends to be from a removed perspective, where I explore a larger idea that happens to include those topics. (E.g. how religion affects how we make decisions, or the history of a political party)

Readers and followers are welcome to comment and discuss those topics, if they happen to come up in a particular entry, but I will ask everyone to be civil.

Discussion is awesome. Pointless arguing and attempts to persuade someone to change a personal, emotionally charged belief? That’s a bit messier, and I’d like to avoid it here, thanks.

Let’s focus on the first list, the “fun” part, yeah?

If you see a subject that catches your eye, stay tuned. 🙂

I’ll be using the categories feature to label my posts. You can see a list of categories on the right hand menu of the blog. Clicking on a category will take you to where you can view posts on that particular subject.

Notice that a category topic will not appear until there is at least one post on that topic, so while you may not see a topic now, it may come up later.

Happy reading.

Titles and Introductions… of a sort

Why, “TheGirlandTheWolf”?

It goes back to one of my previous attempts at a single subject blog.

Inspired by my own struggles with being an introvert in an extrovert’s world, I wanted to write about human psychology, and more specifically, the duality of human nature.
I wanted to explore how none of us are what we appear on the outside, and how everyone has some sort of contrary nature to them.

Living in modern society often forces us humans to challenge, forgo, and break many of the behaviors that have been instilled in us by evolution, to survive the wild world of our ancestors.

Hence, the girl, and the wolf. The duality of human nature.

That particular blog never really went far, for… a variety of reason. But I still like the title, and the idea.

It still fits.

Some times the girl takes over, some times the wolf. They both have their place.

And here is the place for both of them roam.

Enjoy.