I always knew I was special

I meant to post this a while ago, but...well, didn't. But here I am! Better late than never, I suppose. Anyway...

My brain is special. Seriously. I have a neurological condition called synesthesia. Basically, I use more than one sense at a time when thinking of abstractions such as numbers and letters (ie, I see letters as specific colors). One in twenty people has this condition, and until recently, I was the only person I knew with it. However, the other day a friend of mine said something about her name "being" green, and viola! One of my very favorite friends is also a synesthete!

So now I'm wondering who else I know that also has this condition. If you do, speak up! We can start a club.

Change of scenery

I am currently sitting in the absolutely perfect sunshine on my back patio. Ok...technically I am completely submerged in the shade, BUT...when when your skin is a lovely porcelain, a la Snow White, it's basically the same. Anyway...I was sitting in my house, watching something I wasn't even interested in on tv, and I just thought, you know...this isn't what I want my life to look like. So, I picked some peas from my (landlady's) garden, gathered the necessities and set up camp on my patio.

I also picked up a new book. I'm going to finish the John Irving book, but I just need something different right now. Something to inspire me. Something more along the lines of what I'm interested in writing. So, this afternoon I will begin "The Girl with Glass Feet" by Ali Shaw.

I've gotten in a really terrible reading and writing funk. I want to be excited about both of those activities, and I'm not. I think the best (and probably only) way to get out of this kind of funk is to create a better daily routine for myself. I'm learning that I am not a very disciplined person, and it's something that I truly want to change. Consider this a step in the right direction. Laptop down, reading glasses on.

Oh...and can anyone tell me why the shade keeps moving?

Unintentional hiatus

So, I didn't mean to go a whole month without blogging. I've got several excuses, including: nice weather, no job, friends to see...

You may have noticed that I didn't mention "writing the next great American novel". Well, that's because I've been having a really hard time writing. I'm not sure what the deal is. I mean, the things mentioned above definitely have something to do with it. But outside of that...I'm just feeling really uninspired. Even thinking about writing on this blog feels...tedious.

Maybe I need a better routine. Maybe I need a muse of sorts. Maybe maybe maybe.

Maybe I need to just get with the program.

"In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?" -- Rainer Maria Rilke

Is that true of me? I need to get words out, that's for sure. I bet if I was isolated from humanity, I'd get a lot of writing done! As that doesn't seem to be a real option at the moment, I'll need to figure out a way to motivate myself to write more consistently. I WANT to be serious about this. And maybe just writing this right here is a good start...

By the way...isn't Rilke just a genius when it comes to getting to the point?