"Why? Why? Why do I need a blog?"
"Because it is time." said Merlyn. "Trust me."
It wasn't the first nor will it probably be the last time I listened to one of my closest mates and kindred spirits. Though, you'd think I'd learn. But, I love that she loves me and wants me to have a life. Sometimes more than I do. And so, I follow her advice.
I peeked in at MySpace...yeah, THAT'S not gonna happen. I'd probably figure out the control panel on that Death Thing whatchamacallit space ship before I had the time, patience and where with all to maintain that kind of real estate. I'm absolutely no good at making things sparkle with a computer. I still write in bed with a pencil and notebook for pity's sake. I can't even force myself to use ink until I'm really sure of what I want to say. Plus, people are always dropping in....unannounced....like they sometimes do on a Saturday when all I really want is my pirate jammies...a Dunkin' Donuts large hazelnut (4 Splenda's-extra cream) a snuggly place under my Yellow Dog and my siamese cat for a head piece.
Plus, I was afraid to take the 'What Color Crayon Are You? quiz.
I compromised. I though, a blog seems quiet...peaceful...no one even knows I'm in here.
And so, I can write. Which is all I ever wanted to do anyway since the first grade when I got this fat, gold star at the top of my paper: 'See Spot Be Happy'....something like that. I don't remember the story but (and I am not making this up) I still have the star. Of course, that's also the same day that Sister Mary Supressyercreativity smacked Odd Gerald in the head with a ruler for being "stupid" (I'm not making that up, either).....so, I was a little conflicted after that. Catholic school will do that to you. It was shortly after that that I fell out of favor when I started using all the "wrong" colors on my color book assignments. And adding things that weren't "supposed" to be there. (Look! I felt the tree needed a purse and some sunglasses. WHAT is the big deal?) You've NO idea what kind of an uproar that can cause amongst a bunch of nuns in full habit on an excessively hot June day in a school without air conditioning.
I believe my report card said "overly dramatic" but they were always careful with stuff like that. Parents were paying tuition.
Designing the front page of this blog was actually what got me hooked. Color! Oh, how I love color! The inside of my head is crammed full of color, images, ideas and thoughts all fighting to find its way out! Ordinary life, the kind of life that most other people live, holds not much interest for me.....but, oh.....give me a creative project and that's when I'm the happiest! That and when I'm living my life on paper.
I'm lucky. I work in the arts. I have a job that allows me the freedom to pursue project after project of my own choosing and put it out there for the public to see. Research, art, storytelling, piracy, character creation and all my wildest dreams get center stage in my little corner of the world. It's a tiny corner. But it's my corner. And it makes me happy. I like being happy in my work..... and that makes all the difference.
Originally I was born in Heidelberg, Germany and quickly whisked away to a small Catholic orphanage near, what they tell me, was The Castle. And (long story) I ended up here.
Though I don't remember it I'm pretty sure I must have had a window overlooking said Castle....and that's where all my fairytale wishes began. Sadly, they never went away.....which makes for rough seas out there in the (shudder) Real World. The absolute lack of pirates, gnomes, faeries, knights, sprites, elves and noblemen (not to mention men on horseback) walking about the streets is always something of a shock to me.
Though, if you think about it it's pretty amazing that I never dated a NYC horse cop.......
or a Mountie....hmmm...I never thought about a Mountie........huh, maybe I'll try moving to Canada.......
I'm not sure exactly who to thank but I'm grateful everyday that the gods and goddesses saw fit to bless me with a way to do Really Weird Crap whilst getting paid enough to buy groceries and the odd bit of pirate swag. I worry that I keep up to their expectations. And so....I create.
Sometimes to my detriment......but that never stops me from still coloring the grass blue.....
I'm feeling more confident about this site. It's starting to become mine now that I've mussed it up with all my words and colors. If I'm lucky I'll figure out how to fancy it up with little pirates and pictures and things that sparkle. But for now....here I am....just me.
I thought to make Merlyn even happier by taking the "What Color Crayon Are You?" quiz....
but I already know the answer: I'm the WHOLE bloody box!
MLRF
'06
