I say this all the time when I am frustrated but I secretly hope that one day I am moving to Germany. Even if it's only for a couple of months or so. The above picture was from when my husband and I went to Germany this past December.
There is something about the country that just calls to me. Like it is my home. The buildings, the history (not that history from 1933-1945), the people and the land all seem like home. Being of German descent I guess you could say it was someone in my family tree's home. I try to cook German food, observe German customs and have tried several times to learn to speak German. Let's just say the Spanish I know is pretty deeply ingrained and I can't get the German to stick in my brain. Year before last when we were in Berlin, I had to go to the emergency room. They started to speak in German and I replied in Spanish. Finally we agreed on English.
My husband of course humors me when I get in my let's move abroad mood. He usually quells my moods with short trips there to keep me in check. But actually that is just solidifying my dream of moving there because the first thing I usually ask is when are we going back.
More pics from December. The top is the Nurnberg Christkindlmarkt.The bottom one is of a random castle that we past driving. We don't have random castles here.
I know his character was killed but I'm just bringing him back for one more visit. I'm watching the season five marathon of the Walking Dead while I try to write and he had an appearance in Tyrese's dying thoughts along with some other characters that had and impact on Tyrese's life during the zombie apocalypse.
David Morrisey did such a great job bringing the character to life in a way that was almost completely different than the graphic novel. Morrisey made the character his own and kept you guessing, never knowing the depths he could and would sink to. You either cheered his death or you frowned because you knew there would be no more Governor. I was in the latter camp.
I had the opportunity to have a photo op with him at MegaCon last year in Orlando(he's very tall)
and the chance to talk with him as my husband got his autograph. It was more like a fan gushing but he is probably my all time favorite Walking Dead character.
Somewhere about a year and a half ago, I lost my voice. Not my actual speaking voice because that's been going strong ever since. But instead I lost my writing voice, which to me is as important as my speaking voice because it took away a ginormous piece of me.
Now this loss wasn't from unknown reasons. I have had a rough time. My father passed away, I was still getting used to married life, I switched jobs to an albeit super stressful but more rewarding job. Along with all this my writing voice vanished. I just didn't have it. Of course it made me even more depressed than I already was. So I pretty much gave up. Gave up my novel writing and my blog.
But lately I felt the scratchiness of a healing voice. I also felt the desire to write which had long since been absent. And that made me happy and gave me something to look forward to. It's one thing I can do for me. It doesn't require anyone else. It doesn't cost anything and I can do it anywhere and any time. But mainly it's for me. It's something good for me.
So I'm back. My crazy life hasn't changed much. Although I have a husband now, another boxer dog making two, and a cat. And a teenager. I don't know who is more challenging but I'm sure you'll hear about how I try and deal with them.
it's 3:30 and I'm still awake. I tried to go to bed at a normal hour. I took my medicine, turned on my thunderstorm music and went to sleep. but about 2 hours later I awoke shivering and WIDE awake, which was no good. and I show no signs of falling back asleep. it just might be one of those nights where my brain won't shut off enough to go to sleep. I have had so much on my mind lately it is amazing that I sleep at all. and through all this I can't write. my characters are drowned out by all that is on my mind.
we did a cleansing of our house tonight(yes we have one of those houses again) and i'm wondering if that is what is keeping me up. you would think that would be excellent source material for a story, any story but I got nothing. YIKES. insomnia is the worst.
Oh and PS congrats to all my friends who are NaNoWriMo winners. my invisible hat is off to you for cranking out the words. and if you didn't win, you still got words down so good for you too!
As a writer,sometimes it is quite difficult to find the emotions to write certain scenes. most of the time we pull from real life. I know I have several times. but lately while struggling through writing the third installment of The Primigenio Tales, I have discovered that I've had to scratch the surface on some old wounds. fortunately this scratching has yielded the perfect emotions for writing difficult scenes and plotting painful issues between characters. one thing I often rely on is music because it triggers emotions and memories. the other day this song came up on my iPod. 945 songs and this came up and it tore at me. now granted I'm already feeling pretty fragile with things around here but this song kicked me while I was down and the words just poured out while the feeling was fresh. I love this song and for the longest time I thought it had been written for me and my life. fortunately I found it wasn't but it still provided the inspiration to write. it's an old song from way back in the day when I was a young Kappa Delta with a broken heart. and it kept popping back into my life with the source of my heartbreak. :( but now it is just a song that gives me inspiration to write emotionally difficult scenes. have a listen. and enjoy the nod back to 80s fashion.