I live in my own little world, but it is okay, they like me here… was on a t-shirt I noticed the other day. How true, I thought! So much of what I do revolves around fantasy.
The stories I write, the DEV© audios at eSensual Books, the pseudonym-persona that appears to the public, and the vision of making my dreams come true, shape a great deal of my world.
Since I was a small child I found it easy to slip away into other worlds that I created in my head. It was, and still is, difficult when reality cuts in announced and the gears grind together.
They say our perception is our reality, but sometimes the distinction between the two is clear and obvious. As with many things, you cannot appreciate the good, without a little bad to remind you why ‘this’ is better. If we can create a world, experience it through our thoughts and words and experience, then does it not take on a form of reality? After all, if it is our perception...
I heard from teachers and parents and coworkers- Where are you? Quit daydreaming and pay attention. Today a label would be attached to me and perhaps, a script from the DR, but I was not swayed by the opinion of others. Just like dreams in our REM sleep, the fantasy helped shaped who I would become, assisted in sorting through conflict, and brought peace and serenity during the times when life got to be a little overwhelming.
The downside to all of this is, that when we imagine, we often exclude the negative. While the positive energy created in a no-conflict world can assist us in making it through tough times, it can also make simple things more difficult to cope with.
So how do I manage? Reviews from my stories have often included words like “pain, angst, suffering,” and more than one editor has told me,”You need a happy ending!” I cannot write a happy ending because they want it, I can only finish the work the way it is intended.
My Writing seems to be a way of using those fantasies and daydreams I enjoy while in La La Land and bring them to truth. We read for escape and I wouldn’t want a beach read to make me cry, but I do enjoying reading another’s words that I can relate to, and empathize with, even if it is sharing their pain. Humans have banded together in common causes since the beginning and sharing the truth of fiction is no stranger to those groups.
I don’t plot or outline. I am a ‘pantser’ to the core. The words come as they will and they can only be held back for so long. Writers block is simply a way for some of us to take a break from all of the head on emotion. Red Smith once said, "Writing is simple: all you need to do is sit down at the typewriter, open a vein, and bleed on to the page."
When we are ready to confront the release, the words will still be there waiting. Until then, I’m off with the fairies creating visions for happy days to come.
I’ve always prided myself in staying up to date with the pulse of the world. Curious by nature, a voracious reader, I pick up bits and pieces of information that allows me to at least discuss current events with some intelligence.
Having a 21 yrs. old son also helps to keep me in the loop. He shares his love of music, technology and philosophy. Truth be told, I might be lost with the rapid advance of technology without him.
Today I stopped to fill up the car and while I waited to pay, a woman came in and asked if there was one bathroom for everyone. I laughed and replied that soon that would be the case almost everywhere. Slightly older than me, a vacant stare was her response.
My views are fairly liberal and I am pleased with the easy acceptance of many changes in the world over the last few years. It has opened people’s minds and hearts to the possibility of finding their own happiness. Yes, I know there are many who want to try and control the world in which they live. Follow the rules. Stay in the box, but as the small victories for the ‘round pegs in the square holes’ continue to add up, the world is evolving as it should.
I am having my roof replaced next week. The adjustor came out to take a look. A small folding ladder in the trunk came out and up to the pitch SHE climbed. I couldn’t believe I actually asked her, “You’re going up there?” I was immediately embarrassed, but out of old school training came the shock that a woman would be the one. I have been on many roofs in my lifetime—usually to sunbathe with iodine laced baby oil or a frat party on the top of the science building at Georgia Tech, but that was long ago.
The roofer showed up shortly after. Pulling up in a new burgundy hummer, SHE stepped out with her Louis Vuitton bag – small terrier included and proceeded to join the adjuster on the roof. I could hear them carrying on up there and was almost sorry that they had not invited me up, too. Of course, I was too busy pondering if roofers drive hummers and carry Vuitton, maybe I should give up writing and switch careers!
We might only get one go round on this earth, so why is it so difficult to make our lives our own? ‘Go confidently in the direction of your dreams and live the life you’ve imagined,’ (Thoreau) has always been a rally cry for me and though it is a struggle to stay on the path, I push away the fear when I think about the way life used to be.
I’ve never been the best at following the rules, but I did it for a long time. I’ve might not be ‘okay’ with a lot of injustices and discrepancies in the day to day state of affairs and I will probably still balk at the status quo, but there is hope for us all to move forward. Now more than ever before ‘living the life you’ve imagined’ is close enough to touch.
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.’ (Laozi) The journey IS the joy and it will lead you to the only destination that truly matters: your authentic self.
So put on the Fitbit, lace up the trainers, and step in to the world. I’ll see you at the finish line.