The Good, the Bad, and the Crazy: The Antics of an Aspiring Writer

This post is dedicated to the 49 victims of the Pulse shooting, Alton Sterling of Baton Rouge, Philando Castile of St. Paul, MN, the 5 police officers in Dallas, and countless other innocent people who lost their lives simply because they were different from "mainstream America".  I was scrolling through Facebook on the night of Saturday, July 16th and came across an article on Elite Daily titled, "5 Reasons I'd Rather Be Behind the Scenes than in the Spotlight" and it reminded me of an event that had occurred earlier that afternoon. I'm horrible at accepting compliments and those of you who know me well enough can attest to that. I find the ones that I don't see coming to be the easier ones to accept. And last week, I got one I really wasn't expecting whatsoever. The show I've been working on had its performance that afternoon. After it was over, one of our newer cast members came up to me and said, "I find you to be a crazy interest...

As I sit in bed listening to a Spotify playlist I begin to wonder why I’m feeling so crappy. I had spent the last four plus hours typing up a portion of a chapter of my romance novel and I was feeling great. I was getting lost in the words flowing onto the page. I was experiencing what Lavendar was experiencing. She was happy, so I was happy. That’s how this works, usually. After all, Lavendar is me. At least the me I would be if I wasn’t so damn anxious and depressed and insecure all of the time. Lavendar has become an extension of myself, but unlike her my broken heart has yet to be healed completely. It’s gotten close, but there still seem to be pieces missing. For every one thing that goes right, it seems there are three things that go wrong. And right now, three things have gone wrong. Unforeseen circumstances have me stuck at home longer than I planned. I’m missing rehearsals, missing work, but the biggest and most troubling thing I’m missing: commencement. It’s not yours so...