Zoloft?

In the month I've been AWOL, I've had a few adventures and more than several author-ish conversations with Bill (the man-candy)that have proved to be interesting. And since he's an English major, fellow nerd, and definitely a good writer about a couple different aspects of writing. One such talk was on the back roads to my grandparents house two hours away.

"Writers can't do shit when they're happy! All the best work they do is done when they're depressed about something!" he declared after informing me in an incredibly non-serious manner that our relationship was a happy thing and thus, cramping his style for any/all of the papers he was going to have to write in the coming semester of school. I begged to differ, it's not a matter of being depressed. To me it was a matter of being able to channel the proper emotion at the proper time. The debate was inconclusive but it did make me ponder.

I think he made a good point when he said (in less words) depression is like mothers' milk for authors. We live for the slumps that send us into a frenzy of writing and emerge from it with some serious catharsis. But I disagree with the idea of anything awesome that was ever written (with the exception of Poe, we all know he was a sad person all the time)stemming from the darkest corners of the human mind.

Honestly, being constantly depressed isn't healthy. I'm talking mostly to those of us that just deal with the emotional slumps that are totally natural. Times like that I've definitely cranked out some wonderful stuff and I've also written some of the most awful drivel ever that will never see daylight. And on occasion I'll just crank up mood-inducing music and have at it. That's usually my preferred method, you get all the benefits of the mood, without having to sink into an awful slump.

Bill and I eventually agreed to disagree and turned to other things and I made a mental note to use that conversation in a blog post. I'll most likely be posting a few more of our nerdy conversations and dissecting them from a writers' standpoint when they happen. Until then I'm going to get back to work and start coming up with more posts.

No Internet Is Ruining My Life

Between my internet being a crapshoot and being sick and the boyfriend being sick it's being a little hard to log on. But I've been writing as often as possible. Read as: every few days.

A friend of mine and I are collaborating on another blog about food for college food so more on that later.

I'M OFF TO POTTERMORE!!

Photo Dump!

Herman Crab!


Beach Sunset outside Schooners


Myself and Courtney leaving St. Andrew's (Courtney gets photo cred)


Somewhere in Alabama is a place called Opp


View from the condo



Someone built a baseball diamond. (Will for the credit)



Part of our ballin' condo (Will for the credit)


Best Margarita I've ever had.

Hiatus is Over

I'm back from Florida and I've found some inspiration. And a wicked sunburn. So while that fades away I'm going to get back to work. I also picked up some new books, some I've read, some I haven't. Those will be discussed later. I'll see if I can put up a few pictures in another post of the PCB trip, because damn I love my friends.

Zen and the Art of Long Term Relationships

Of course when I say this, I mean in Fiction where the sun is always shining and unicorns shit rainbows. I do not claim to be a relationship expert, I am in fact very stupid when it comes to them and have been single for almost a year now in an attempt to wise up. Some of this I think is due to Asperger's Syndrome (I'll deal with any questions in a later post) and the rest is to lack of experience.

Although since last summer, I've turned into something of a maneater. Hall and Oates would be proud of me I think, though I'm not exactly proud of myself for some of the things I've done. Over the past few months I've done a lot of retrospect and insight and I'm learning how to love myself for all my fuck-ups and while I'm not proud, I don't regret it. My friends still love me, and I think that's all that matters.

Now, back to Fiction, which is the purpose of this post.

I've made a lot of progress in the ending of this book, which is somehow also the beginning, and have reached a point where two of my main characters have some fairly pivotal interaction as far as their relationship goes. By now you've hopefully inferred that they are each others' love interests and while this isn't the moment they fall in love with one another (that'd be way too convenient) this is where I could start laying the stepping stones to that point if I really want to. Or I could put it off for a little bit longer, there are a few scenarios possible:

Scene A) I keep on chugging the way I see this playing out and everybody goes home happy in the land of Fiction.
Scene B) I put it off just a little bit longer and make things a little bit more complicated and requires more thinking on my part and throw in a few red herrings every once and a while.
Scene C) I figure out how to make both ideas work.
Scene D) I storm off in a huff and figure this out later.

I've been toying with the idea of putting it off and having him hit her or something drastic like that, but I feel like the whole distrust thing has been overdone. I also think going on ahead is a total cop-out.

Looks like D is the plan while I work on C. Fiction is just going to have to suffer for a little while as I figure out how to keep the love interest... well interesting. They have to span three books, and that is a long term relationship if I ever saw one.

Bible Belt

I live in Tennessee, and while I love my home for it's widely acknowledge natural beauty and wildlife, I can't say much for our smarts.

We're getting a lot of attention for the "Don't Say Gay" bill, which by the way is incredibly gay, of late. And then earlier this month Tracy Morgan decided to run his fat mouth and stir up more trouble, I can happily say I never liked him anyways. It's astonishing how overnight all of this anti-homosexuality has sprung up in my home. I've always been in support of the LGBTQ community, one of my best friends is an incredibly fierce drag queen, and can't imagine life without him. But the sudden amount of animosity they're being shown is heartbreaking.

Tracy Morgan: Lesbians Hate Men
The original article describing his rant

Wanda Sykes Takes On Chris Rock
A follow up piece, cause bitches get stuff done

"Don't Say Gay" Bill Passes
Read the article and be amazed at the dumbness

I Think...

Dangerous words there.

But really, I think part of the reason I've been having so much trouble with this particular scene is because I'm not angry. Quite the opposite. I'm actually pretty friggin' happy. There's minor irritations in life, but on the whole things seem to be going pretty well.

I want to try to finish it off before I leave for Florida (woo!) so I've just spent the past 45 minutes listening to very loud, angry music in hopes of starting something in my head. We'll see how that goes. If not, I still have about a month before I go anywhere.