One of my readers/followers reminded me today that I need to brush of my thesaurus and beef up on my vocabulary. Though I have been receiving a lot of help from writers lately, what I have been trying o convey to them is that I have lost/ forgotten my vast vocabulary. I use to speak in an almost geeky jargon of scholarly intellectual form until I dated a particular person in college. This person was very important to me and so was their opinion. However, this person and their family and friends ‘teased’ me non stop about my verbiage. They would said who says opaque when you can just say black or dark trash bag? Seriously. I did it both unintentionally and intentionally because it was a coping mechanism when I was uncomfortable. Since it was all I had to fall back on when they spoke of things (experiences) I knew nothing about being much older than me. I was hurt though because instead of coming to my offense he was usually the first one to make the joke and therefore set the tone for others to make fun. His mother would make jokes but was usually the first to stop everyone else because she COULD actually see my discomfort.
Now I struggle to remember that lovely vocabulary and all the definitions. So i’m going through my my thesaurus apps and sprucing up new ways to say things but also while reading my books I enjoy seeing new ways to say the same message.
For example, I looked pretty sick this morning, my face was pale and I my hair was quite disheveled.
Yes, we can all imagine what that looks like because it is fairly common, but if I really want to grab your attention and kick it up a notch I may say something like:
Staring at my sallow countenance in the mirror I was morose to see that I had sweat through yet another t-shirt despite the air condition being on, and what is that mess of flattened, kinked, and knotted coils in severe disarray on top of my head?
I’m working on it though because I know I can do better!
hahaha j/k S.H.I.T. (So Happy It’s Thursday)
I saw you sir, out of the corner of my eye
Taking what was privately mine.
Drinking in long thirsty gulps of my silence and mystery
Pondering my thoughts and story
Piecing together my day and years from the bits all about me
The clear eyes like those of stuffed bears peering over your paper
Stealing moments yet not backing off if caught
Only slowly glancing to the side as if thinking off in space
Not quite perfected daydream stare but as if you are thinking to hear a call on Bluetooth
Then something startles you or is it interest
I fix you with my eyes and refuse to look away
Caught as if by a spiders web
A fire lights in his eyes
He speaks, “Hi”
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,400 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 57 trips to carry that many people.
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I think this is amazing that wordpress.com does this for you! I mean I look at my stats here and there and it still baffles me that people even read my blog but to see that I have been blogging for 5.5 months and I have accomplished this makes me so proud. I never thought I would be the one saying yeah check me out sometime on my blog.
I appreciate my readers and all the insight, support, and love they have given me. Without them I would still be completely in the dark about this whole blogging thing. I am still feeling it out and deciding how to work it out but you all make it worth while and continue to make me want to get up and write everyday. I feel like I disappointing you and that is something I cannot do.
I never understood the pressures of a write before now and I am beginning to understand them now. If this is what it is like to write a book I am slowly learning it will take some serious time and the love and dedication I have for my readers will become quite an intimate one.
In 2016, I hope to continue to learn more about Myasthenia Gravis, but to branch more into my travels across the world, my cooking endeavors, and adventures and change my page to reflect those sides of me. I pray you stick with me to enjoy those added pieces! Love and Light! Lady CAS AKA Chris!
So I have been told several times that I should write a book. I keep saying on what? I have been told that I am funny, but I do not try to be. I Figure they mean on my struggles from early childhood to this point in my life. I guess I have lived a pretty strange, fun, and full life already to only be 30. I have enjoyed a myriad of adventures in my own backyard as well as in Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Mexico. I have also managed to find friends along the way to indulge in my off-beaten path of fun. I am scuba certified and enjoy diving in the briny depths. I enjoy being flung into the air by bungee, roller coaster, and plane, and I have race in the muddiest and painted of conditions still not sure how I got the mud/paint out of places. My next goal is to go overseas! I must do this! I have to get there! I know it is expensive to get there but once you get there, I have been told it relatively cheap to travel once there.
The only qualms I have about writing a book is that I do not want to be filtered. I do not find that I filter myself much here now, but I definitely would not want to be filtered or stifled in a book as I feel it would mute my creative flow. My past is just that my past, but it is filled with things that are risque and include what society may say is taboo, lol. I would not be a 50 shades in my descriptions by any means (though I could be, lol) but I would definitely say that as person who us to do Passion Parties and educate people on sex, I am not afraid to be matter of fact.
More so, I also feel that it would be good to have a book out there that gives people information and education on MG and has great deal of research within it for MGers. I mean it would not be all about it but there is no telling my story without talking about it as it is now part of my life and people need to be aware. I would definitely put pictures in it as well so people knew what certain ports, machines, and procedures looked like first hand. I took many of myself in my most vulnerable state. But by God they would only be released in this book when I may have a chance of becoming famous, LOL.
I was originally wondering who would read such a book…then my nurses at the hospital all said, well obviously if we are saying it, we would and I smiled. Then I thought, well duh I blog, and they read what I write and they may, and I smiled a bit more. Then I said you know, this may actually happen at some point. I may write a book about me. I’m not sure how I want to tackle but I may do this. But I am not sure I am a write in the long run…I think if I wrote on a more professional level it would be more of a fictional level with tons of comedy sprinkled…Or I could just write about my family….They say you should write about what you know…I know about them. If I wrote a collection of stories about them, BOY oh BOY! They make me laugh! I have my co-workers in stitches!