Escapism

I have a dog.  A crafty creature, unbelievably smart and cynical (like some other members of my family) and apparently related to Houdini.  That dog will find a way out of a straight jacket and he doesn't even have opposable thumbs.  Even still, I rely heavily on him, so much more now that my daughter isn't living with me.  It's like he's my child stand-in while she's away.  So, whenever I don't feel well or have hurt myself, which sadly happens more often than not, I mope about my house and metaphorically lean on him the whole day.  So, any time I needed to whine after I hurt my foot last Friday, I would sit on the couch and pet Sam who diligently sat beside me.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning, hobbled down the stairs and realized my dog had weaseled his way out of the back yard again.  Dang.  I had to get dressed and pour my 'wake up juice' down my throat. Unfortunately, I failed miserably at that and ended up wearing it instead.  Not exactly my best color - caffeine brown against the teal backdrop of my tank top.  Joyously, the story ended well enough though - I got my dog back after looking for over an hour AND managed to drink my replacement morning chai.

We have a huge back yard and plenty of room in the house but he still can't stand the sight of a fence.  It's like the minute he sees it, he has to find a way to get out.  I suppose people are like that too: give them all the space to roam and they will set up a homestead and often stay within 20 miles of it.  But, put up a boundary and most will try to find a way to extend it, get around it or bring it down altogether.

Egotistical Frustration

Here I am again, sitting in front of my laptop almost completely blank.  I say almost because my mind never really shuts up.  Of course, the Buddhists, psychologists, and metaphysical researchers would fervently tell me this was nothing more than my ego.  But, direct reasoning says that I'm just talking to myself.  Thinking aloud in my head.  I don't know about others, but my creativity stalls when I can't shut my thoughts up.

I'm supposed to be hashing out the verbiage for my new website.  Instead, I'm staring unproductively until the thoughts begin again: "I need to get more lunchmeat for next week."  "Am I truly ready to launch this website?"  "I should get a pedicure."  Ugh.  It goes on and on yet through the haze of all these manic thoughts, I manage to at least slowly put the layout pieces of the website together.

And around all this, I wonder...how important is the ego?  If it should be solely used for defense mechanisms, why do we seem to have more trouble with it sabotaging us instead?

So, here I am

Alright, so I'm a writer and apparently I need to blog just as much as the next guy/gal.  But I haven't done any of it yet, so I'm a newby.  I found myself bogged down with thoughts like "I need to focus on one subject, just one overall topic that each of my posts should pertain to however vague" and "I need to find out how many words is standard for a daily blog post".  I hit the internet intent on finding the answers in some clear-cut, well defined article.  Um...wow.  Way too many requirements, suggestions, and guidelines out there for bloggers.  It made my head spin.  I decided right then and there that I would use this for me and focus on life as a misfit writer and therein just blog away!

Okay, I'm Tee.  I do have a professional website that highlights my technical and professional skills and services. I will attach it to the blog in the very near future.  I also author novels.  Hopefully I'll have them published on a grand scale one day really, really soon.

I've also been handed a doctor's demand to adjust my entire diet.  Not because of a weight issue per se, but because I'm losing my voice.  Kind of ironic for a writer to slowly begin to lose the ability to vocalize, huh?  I have to cut out acids, dairy, spearmint, peppermint, chocolate (what the %*## for?!), alcohol and caffeine.  Just shoot me.  Don't even apply a blindfold, just hold the muzzle to my head and pull the trigger.  Obviously, transition has not been easy or complete.  I'm lagging horribly on the caffeine deal.  It's just not a polite thing to ask of somone.  And the smoothies I've been trying to compensate with are challenging...anything that my brain defines as liquid should NOT be chewy.  Period.

That's me in a nutshell, other than being addicted to The Housewives and Big Rich Texas reality shows.  And may I say, being a Southern bred woman, I am initially appalled at these women's behavior, but secretly I love, love, love it!  Women behaving badly makes me smile, 'cause it's not me but I've been the girl that so badly wanted to act that way before.  All I can really say is, "Bless their hearts."

Until again - t