A Surprisingly Sane Blog

Let she who hath not cast bitchiness at one point or another……………

……………cast the first stone.

Current Mood: Happy & Mischievous

One of my long-time readers gave me the idea to write a novel based on experiences in the ballroom world fairly recently. I’d never even considered that.

I’ve started writing books more times than I can count, getting frustrated when I felt the absence of plot or connection with my characters, perhaps the lack of motivation to continue forward when I realized my original idea took a turn toward something I just couldn’t quite grasp. Thus far, this time has been quite different.

Writing instructors always told me to write what I know, then branch out from there. My blog is a simple example- I know my personal struggles, I know sarcasm, and I know how to vent to a blank writing space… but I am just not interesting enough or vain enough at this point to write an autobiography of sorts. And even if I was, tales of a bipolar nothing would probably never make it to a bookshelf.

The ballroom and dance world? I know that. Boy oh boy, do I know the world of dance. And it’s one of those things where drama pops up at every corner if you’re paying attention. I do, because I enjoy watching drama and occasionally wading in it on the outskirts just a little. And it’s probably interesting to a wide demographic of people, since personal relationships and stories of crazies and abuse and used condoms fascinate… well, my readers, anyways.

But the best part about writing this, besides the endless organic flow of ideas, is developing the characters for me. Their personalities, their quirks, they way they look, dress and talk. It’s a ton of fun, and I already have characters that I’m starting to really take to and dislike just a hair.

It never dawned on me until now that I would need a fully-developed main character behind the pages. My protagonist needed a complete history with all the likes and dislikes of a real person: does he/she spend all their free time fucking around on Facebook? Do they like traveling? Are they a drama queen? Completely selfless? A secret-keeper? Do they eat green beans?

If you’re wondering why I haven’t been blogging as often, though, it’s not really just the fact that I’m spending some of my blog-time writing on the pages of my word-processing program. It has also been because I had visitors staying at my house for about a week. And also because we are in the process of turning our regular dance workshops and practica into a full-blown dance on Friday nights… and holy cow, THAT is a lot of freaking work.

Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get a bitchy, insane post out of me shortly. I know those are your favorite, anyway.

Nevermind my chaotic fridge in the background… James almost killed me when he picked me and a friend up from the lightrail station last night and heard I’d bought another pair of shoes.

Not sure what his problem is… my shoe rack isn’t even NEAR full! And I need a pair of bright pink heels- or maybe turquoise!

Best part of these boots? I got them at Nordstrom Rack, the clearance section for Nordstrom’s… Normally $250 for well less than $100. Awesome.

Current Mood: Cool

It’s still sunny in Seattle, and last night the insomnia picked up full force.

Luckily, because mania is awesome like this (not), I feel fully rested and ready to take on the world.

Thank God for the Lithium, or I’d be running full force toward a short bridge when this calmed-down euphoria takes a plunge into dysphoria. Though I have to admit that regardless of how powerful of a drug it may be, it’s really no match for my insane mood swings.

Sometimes, I hate myself.

Current Mood: Alarmed

I know Kate Moss is supposed to be strikingly gorgeous and some kind of incredible supermodel and shit…

But I just cannot and never have seen the appeal. When I see her in magazines and billboard ads, the following comes to mind:

• she should be paying royalties to photoshop
• wonky eyes! WONKY EYES! (and wonky eyes can certainly be attractive on many people and they have never bothered me, but hers kind of do… probably because they get more wonky the more drugs she’s sniffed!)
• interesting possibility: a friend of mine many years ago was dating a big-time dealer who claimed she bought cocaine from him. Personally, I don’t know how valid that is, but wow, small world, I guess?
• WONKY EYES!
• Holy crap, she looks amazing in that ad with 5 pounds of makeup and photoshop in her pocket!
• No makeup shots: Total Plain Jane. Not a bad thing… but it also proves the power of makeup. Hey! No wonder I love makeup!
• Damn, girl looks rough.
• I’d think she looks pretty in that photo, but the black liner just emphasizes the glazed-over wonky eyes.
• You know, I dare say that if she wasn’t a supermodel, people probably wouldn’t look twice seeing her on the street.
• Overall: Round face, nice cheekbones, very photogenic. Thank God for photoshop. At least she does have a lovely smile.
• She was kind of a homely kid. I feel a little bad saying that. But makeup does wonders.
• TOO SKINNY! Cover that emaciated chest please!
• WONKY EYES!
• Really, why on earth is someone that rich from posing for pictures when really, they’re just not all that appealing? We live in a weird world.
• OMG, she has a cute little girl! I hope she has a ton of stretchmarks from being pregnant and we just never see them thanks to PHOTOSHOP.

Current Mood: Alarmed