Coats and Layers

The other day, I was working on a painting I’ve been envisioning for a long time. It’s a cute little tufted titmouse sitting in a redbud tree with a beautiful blue sky behind it. I started the painting years ago. I coated the canvas with a background of sky blue then started working on the branches of the redbud tree. After that, came the flowers. Each one turned out a little different and didn’t actually capture the same color as all the redbud blossoms I looked up online. It frustrated me. So, I stepped away from the painting for a while.

The outline of the titmouse was outlined in pencil on the canvas, but I never started. I had the notion that I had to finish the blossoms first, then I could work on the cute little titmouse. Well, the other day, I threw those notions out the window and painted my little bird.

It took me hours. I couldn’t quite get the coloring I wanted on the bird. I wanted a pretty, light blue-gray and ended up with something too dark or too white and the blue didn’t come out at all. I lost count of how many coats I put on the bird. Something I didn’t feel was quite right, I would cover up after it dried. Then, there were a couple moments where I wished I hadn’t covered up the layer before, because I believed it was better than what I was putting down. It was getting frustrating.

I took a step back from my little bird. Focused on something else, didn’t even look at it. Then, when I actually did come back to my titmouse, it looked so much better than I originally believe. No, it wasn’t the exact same thing from the picture I was using to paint it, but that just means it’s mine and not a replica of a photo someone took.

I wonder how many times in life do we coat and cover things with layers because we don’t like what’s originally there? People have a lot of layers too. Some of them are true layers and some are just used to hide what they don’t feel is just right. However, if you take a step back, you’ll find that the layers work really well together. Just like a painting.

Money VS Dreams

Have you ever come across an opportunity that would be a great help in you pursuing your dreams, but it cost A LOT of money? It’s an exciting opportunity. You want to take part. You know you’ll learn a lot, but you look at the cost, and look at your bank account, and think about all the bills you have to pay, and you wonder if you can afford it?

Last year when I attended an Online Writing Day Workshop, I queried an agent who ended up telling me about this group of writers called Realm Makers. They’re Christian writers like me. The agent told me she saw them as the “cool kids of the fantasy genre.” She felt they would be a great resource in helping me pursue my dream of getting published. I looked them up after that workshop was over. Signed up for their newsletter, and stalked a few of their pages. Turns out, they have their own writing conference every year. After looking into more about them, I decided I wanted to go. This conference would be a new experience.

Well, I missed the 2023 conference, but I wasn’t concerned. I have a goal of attending at least one writing conference a year and I already did that for 2023. For 2024, I was determined to go to Realm Makers. I asked off work ahead of time when I learned of the dates, and I checked their pages weekly to see when registration was opening.

Registration opened on February 1st–and it’s still open for any of you writers out there interested in going. It was the first thing I looked at when I got up in the morning. I skimmed through the speakers and faculty and recognized a couple names. Some of the class titles sounded really interesting. It was exciting to think about all the possibilities that could happen at this conference. Maybe someone would be interested in my book? Maybe I’d get great feedback on how to improve my book? Maybe I’d make friends in this writing community? Friends who would help me grow as a writer and hold me accountable for when I don’t write. It was inspiring.

Then I saw the price.

The amount knocked me off my feet. I’ve never paid so much for a writing conference. It made me start questioning everything. Can I afford it? Do I really want to go? Will going make any difference? Would it even be worth it?

The debate in my mind lasted throughout the day. It even made it hard to focus on my job. The money aspect of this conference completely deflated my excitement for this conference. Doesn’t it suck how money does that? You can be super excited about something. Maybe a trip or a job opportunity, but you see how much it costs or how little the job pays and suddenly it’s not that exciting anymore.

So, what do you do? Do you take a chance? Spend the money or take the job and budget every penny so you can save what you spent back up? Or do you play it safe and not risk the money on a dream that may not come true?

As for me, I’m taking the chance. I’m gonna go hang out with the “cool kids of the fantasy genre,” and hope for the best. It’ll be a new adventure despite the cost, and I can’t wait.

Scared of the Dark

Do you remember when you were a kid? Were you scared of the dark? Needed a nightlight to chase away the monsters in the shadows? Did you try hiding under the bed covers to hide from the creatures in the closet? Eventually, you grow out of it. You know the monsters aren’t real and you’re versed enough to navigate your room when you can’t see.

If I’m being honest, I’ve been scared of the dark lately. Scared of laying in bed in the black and the quiet. Alone. Because, the real monsters aren’t physical. They aren’t hiding in the closet or crawling under the bed. They’re not going to leap out and harm you or take your life while you sleep. No. The real monsters invade the mind. They keep you lying awake at night with scenarios and fears that probably won’t come true. They turn molehill problems into mountains you don’t think you can face. The real monsters in the dark get you when you’re alone and turn your thoughts against you. They steal your sleep and your peace.

I’m guilty of avoiding what’s bothering me. Avoiding what I don’t want to face. My weekends are when these monsters show up the strongest. I have a physically exhausting job, so it helps me fall asleep before the monsters come out, but when I’m not working, it’s harder to sleep. I’m the type of person who will lie in bed for 30 minutes to an hour before I’m finally able to fall asleep. That’s plenty of time for the monster to come creeping. So, I distract myself. I stay up late watching tv shows or movies. Write fanfiction roleplay with friends or play a video game all to avoid laying in bed in the dark, tossing and turning as I try to fight the fears and scenarios that creep into my head. Maybe I do go to bed to try and fall asleep, but then I pull out my computer to write this here post.

I hate the Dark. You always see it in movies and shows. The villain breaks down the hero. Tells them their worst fears that the audience knows to be lies and yet, the hero believes those lies. The hero falls right into Darkness’s trap and they turn to anger or depression. They’re so seized by fear that you in the audience just want to smack some sense into them. Tell them the truth. You will for them to remember who they are and what they’re fighting for. You want to scream that their role matters.

Darkness is so easy to recognize in the movies. I bet you can recall a few times you thought the hero was stupid for falling to its lies. So, how come its harder to face in real life? Is it because its actually happening to you and not some character on the screen? Is it because the situation is different? What was difficult for that character may not seem so difficult to you and yet what you’re facing is too much? Is it because we try to go it alone? Hide our fears from the world by telling everyone: “I’m fine.” Then you start lying to yourself. “Oh, my problems aren’t that big compared to that other person. I shouldn’t complain. I’m dumb for being unable to handle this. I shouldn’t let anyone know I’m not strong enough.”

That’s the trap, isn’t it? Darkness gets you alone. Tells you, you shouldn’t bother others with your problems. You’re being stupid for making mountains out of molehills. Others will just scoff at you. Once it has you alone, unable to speak your fears to others, it turns your little molehills into mountains:
“Oh, that bump you feel under your skin could be cancer.”
“Remember that mistake you made at work? That’ll get you fired. Or that comment you made to your friend. That was mean. They must hate you now.”
“You don’t know how to properly query. All your hard work will be for nothing.”
“You think you can make it on dreams? You have no money, so you have no future.”

If that doesn’t get you, Darkness will bombard you with “what if” scenarios. What if you have cancer? What will you do? How will you pay for it? What if you totally botch that interview? What if your house catches fire while you’re asleep? What if you lose everything? What if you end up in a car crash? What will you do if this person suddenly disappeared from your life? What if you’re rejected by everyone?

Suddenly, you’re drowning in fear. Can’t sleep. Probably crying in bed. You don’t want to bother anyone since its late. You don’t want to call for help, so you remain stuck. Trying to fight this Darkness on your own.

It’s so depressing.

Usually, I’m able to distract my mind enough to ward off Darkness’s monsters. I’ll think of a scene in a fanfiction (not one of my original stories because then I just end up writing down ideas or writing in general), and I’ll expand on the possibilities of that scene until I don’t even realize I fell asleep. It works well enough, but I remember a night where Darkness got the best of me. It whispered enough scenarios into my mind that I was crying in bed. Sitting up. Hugging my cat. I was scared and I knew I was scared over something that was minor. I needed sleep, so I couldn’t distract myself with a movie or show, but I didn’t want to lie down and take another assault from the monsters in my mind. I needed to fight back, but I didn’t know if I had the strength.

Thankfully, there are tools to help. I ended up going to the Pandora music app on my phone. Turned it on the lowest volume and just listened to music. I chose Christian music because I needed heavenly help. I set my phone next to me and laid in bed with my eyes closed. All I did was listen to the music. With my focus on the music, the Darkness, the monsters, the fears, they all faded away. I don’t remember how many songs I listened too. I don’t even remember shutting the music off, but it helped me get through the night without being scared of the Dark.

Whatever Darkness that you’re facing. Whatever fears linger at the edge of your mind, I hope you know you’re not alone. You can reach out for help. Whether heavenly help, like I had needed, or help from a friend. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to be afraid of the Dark, but you don’t have to stay there.

Your Worst Self

Can you recall a time you felt you were your worst self? Whether some event occurred that caused you to blow your top, or sob your eyes out. When are the times you know you could use some improvement?

For me, it’s when I’m driving. Not only do I hate driving, but I tend to be an impatient driver. I don’t want to be in the car for longer than I have to be, so red lights and people slowing down for no apparent reason sours my mood like sour Skittles. I have a long drive to and from my workplace. On a good day, it takes thirty minutes. On a bad day, it can take over an hour.

My worst self is when I’m in the car, wanting to be home after a long day at work. People who don’t follow the rules of the road or even use their blinker easily gain a hardened look from me. If I have to slam on my brakes because someone who’s in a hurry cuts me off, I have a tendency to growl at them.

I’m trying to do better.

On heavy traffic days, I try to focus on the radio instead of how long the drive is taking. If someone speeds past me and is swerving through the lanes, I try not to grit my teeth, but take a deep breath and think they must have a good reason. Maybe they’re trying to get to a hospital to say goodbye to a loved one? Maybe their baby’s being born? Maybe someone they love is in trouble and they’re trying to get to them? Maybe it’s something more important than just wanting to be home or being late for work? I’m trying to offer a little grace, but it’s going to take a lot work.

So, how about you? When are you your worst self? How do you act when your worst self shows up? Do you growl and call people names like I do in my car? Make bitter remarks or cry your eyes out? What are you doing to help you be better?

Up to You

The other day, I found an old binder amongst my stuff. It was my drawing binder from when I was a kid. All the drawings and sketches I did on notebook paper ended up in this binder. I was going through it for the fun of it. A lot of drawings are objects from my childhood room, fanfic daydreams from games I used to play, or characters from shows I used to watch. I will say, the drawings improve with skill the further into the binder you go–which is a relief to me.

It made me smile seeing all the pictures in that binder. Even back then, I was crafting stories. Whether fanfiction or ideas of my own. Some of the pictures have captions that explain the story that goes with the drawing or who the character is and why they’re there. I even left myself a cliffhanger: A cute little story of boy and girl meet at a small town high school dance, they date for years, but she leaves to the city to chase her dreams. After years of being apart, the girl stops in that small town one night and hesitates outside his front door. She’s afraid to knock because she’s afraid her departure left him too hurt to want her back.

That’s it.

It’s a simple story and a common one, but I didn’t give it an ending. Does she knock on the door? Does he answer? Does she chicken out and leave? Who knows?

Perhaps, I left it like that for a reason? Some stories don’t need endings because then it’s left to the imagination of the one enjoying the story. You can decide the relationship between the boy and the girl. You can decide if she’s brave enough to knock on the door and if he’s not bitter enough to answer. Perhaps the boy was praying she’d come back? Perhaps he’d spit in her face? It’s all up to you.

What is Truth?

In a world where fear can cripple your steps or anxiety takes your breath,
I’ve been trying to pause and remind myself of truth.
When the negativity gets heavy and expectation tips you on the edge of the levee,
the truth helps set me right.
Even if I have to repeat it several times.

So, what is truth?

  1. I am alive
  2. I am okay
  3. I am not alone
  4. I am protected
  5. I have done nothing wrong
  6. I am loved
  7. There is a plan
  8. There is reason to hope
  9. There’s beauty if you look for it
  10. God is bigger

Play or Adventure?

Bloganuary writing prompt
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

I am a big fan of video games. I have series that I tend to stick to: Legend of Zelda, Pokemon, Elder Scrolls, and Sonic the Hedgehog. I grew up with a lot of the games in these series. Playing these games was something I did with my brothers as kids, and I do in my free time as an adult. As a child, I would consider it play. However, reading this writing prompt got me thinking about when I sit down to turn on a video game. I don’t consider it playing anymore, but more so diving back into an adventure or living a story.

The story is my favorite part about a video game. I love to see how the lore is expanded with the characters I grew up with. How’s Link going to save the world this time? How will your morals be tested in Skyrim? What new pokemon and team am I going to build next? Are my favorite characters featured in the next Sonic the Hedgehog game? Am I going to get to learn more about them?

You could say playing a video game is similar to reading a book except it requires a little more action on your part. Reading a book, it sits on your lap and you follow the story with the characters. You could even skip ahead if you want to. Playing a video game, the characters don’t progress unless you help them. As kids, my older brother and I got stuck on a game called Sonic Adventure 2. We were in the final arc. Everything was building up to the end game. Yet, we couldn’t get past a certain level. Back then, you couldn’t look the answers up online. We ended up not finishing the game because we got tired of trying that one level over and over again. We never got to see the end of the story.

Eventually, I did look up the ending (our game disk wore out and became unplayable), but the experience was missed. Reading the ending and “living it” through the video game aren’t the same thing. You miss out on all the hard work you put into it with the characters. Sure, you can look up all the cutscenes online, but you still won’t get the whole story. You miss all the action and the adventure involved in the playthrough.

So, while “playing” video games speaks for itself. I like to look at the deeper, story component. That portal that takes you to a whole new world and adventure. Because, experiencing a story isn’t always play.

Reinvent to Green

Daily writing prompt
If you could un-invent something, what would it be?

If I could un-invent something, it would be carbon emissions. I’d take the brightest minds in eco-friendly methods today and go back to the beginning of our folly. I’d teach our ancestors how to better set us up for the future. Teach them the importance of all life on the planet, how much we need it, and what happens when it goes away.

Wouldn’t it be something to be able to go back and inform our ancestors of the mistakes we stumbled into? To change the course of history for the betterment of our planet so we don’t have to watch it slowly perish? So we don’t have to worry about leaving a broken world for our children?

Yet, time machines don’t exist, and I wonder what it would say about us if we went back and stopped the mistake from happening instead of living with it and fixing it in the now? That’s the easy way out, isn’t it? Imagine everything we learned along the way that we would erase. What good things occurred because of the world turning to carbon emissions? As much as I’d love to eliminate carbon emissions and save all the extinct or going extinct species, I can’t. We can only improve today. It may seem bad. The world may be falling apart, but it’s not going to get better without us and there’s still time. There’s still plenty of time to un-invent now what we can’t all those years ago.

Mental Break

I need a break from the worry
Of always striving to to do my best
I need a break from decision making
Of putting my judgement to the test

I need a break from the fear
Of doing something wrong
It’s what paralyzes the most
Makes me the opposite of strong

Try to take a step away
But the problems follow you
A choice you made yesterday
Comes around to haunt you

You think you’re flying high
And something sneaks in
Hits you on your blindside
Knocks you on your rear end

So take a moment, or a day
To stop and catch your breath
From your troubles turn away
So they only see your back

Sometimes all it takes
Is to put your focus somewhere else
Give your troubles for a while
Help you cure yourself

Then time comes the daily grind
You’re having at it once more
Facing all the toils and troubles
On wings like eagles soar

Write it Out

Something bothers,
write it down
Something troubles,
write it out
Get it down upon the page
So no one can take the story away
A tale here
A rumor there
Keep a record so you remember
Write down all the frustrations
All the grief
And when the time comes for it to speak
The evidence is there
And in the light.
Therefore, no one can deny
Write down
Record the truth
Hearsay
Rumors
Stories that harm you
Keep a record so you remember
But always hope things will get better