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Music and My Mind

Starting a new area at my site. (It isn’t up yet. Give me an hour or so.) It’s called “Small Music Notes — The Music Isn’t Small –Just The Notes”. It’s just a bunch of stuff about music I like and why. It’s basically a stream of consciousness thing, just a line or two about what I’m thinking about the music that I’m listening to at the moment.

(Hey! What do you know it’s up now! Yeah! Follow the My Site link in the right column of this blog and then click on Small Music. Tah Dah! I actually got something done.)

There is no such thing as the real world.

Thank you, John Mayer. Thank you for sharing your talent and your voice with the world and thank you for the song. “No Such Thing” is now officially the theme song for my life, my blog and my site.

There is no such thing . . . man you could end that statement a lot of ways.

Woah! Excuse me, “I AM, I Said” just came on. Gotta love me some of that 70s Neil Diamond. The Frog King! That gorgeous voice. Wonder if he’d still sound like that if he had the right material?

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Twelve days ago when I posted my last entry into this blog I began an internal conflict with myself that has only now been ended. The conflict was over whether I could or should continue this blog. I’ve struggled for the three months before this trying to decide what the purpose of all this is. (All this meaning this blog and the whole oddstilllife.com site.) I began it intending it to be one thing and I find that I really don’t like the thing that I intended it to be. I was trying to use it to be something that I’m not. Most of my struggle of the last nearly two weeks has been about exactly what I am and what I desire to achieve from keeping this Internet thing a part of my life. I’ve discovered a lot about myself in that time. I’ve discovered what I am ( for the most part ) and what I am not ( for the most part ).

I now know that I am first and foremost a mother and a lot of the last weeks have been spent in doing things with my daughter. I like trying to teach her the alphabet and her colors and her numbers and reading “The Country Mouse and The City Mouse” to her over and over and over again. (Oh, yeah, and watching “SpongeBob Squarepants”. Someone really should sue Nickelodeon for inflicting that creature on us poor parents.)

I am also an *aspiring writer. Unfortunately I’ve been aspiring for about twenty years. Most writers at least attempt to publish something by this time in their lives. Because of my personal situation(s) — and I won’t bore you with them, yet — I never felt able to get to the point of publishing anything. Fortunately, now that I am at the point that I know I can do what I want with my life I have a lot of notebooks filled with notes and almost finished books and stories and . . . stuff. ( I should be able to write a book every few months for the next 5 years based on what’s filling up closets and desk drawers right now.)

 I am not a photographer or a painter. I can’t draw worth a flip. I might turn to that in 35 years when I’m seventy and living in Paris — but no, at that point I’ll need to start writing my memoirs and start studying economics. I know what I like though, so I might point the way to some other good photographer or painter or cartoonist by reviewing them in these pages. I can admire them from afar. I just can’t be them.

I am not a person who can tell the world all about myself, or even much about myself. Teddy is not my real name. It is a nickname. ( I am female. That’s something I can tell.) I thought once I might write here about my struggles with weight and emotional difficulties. I don’t think I will. I might write ” Yahoo! I’ve lost 30 pounds!”  one day (in the near future) but I can’t be the one to explain to someone else how to do it. Every body is different. What works for me might not work for you and vice a versa. You might think my exercise and diet routine are stupid or unhealthy and I might just have to write back and tell you where and how far to stick it. So . . . none of that.

I am a student. I’m not in any school at the present time, though I am thinking seriously about going back to school part time if and when we ever get to move out of the town we live in right now. I love to study history. I like being able to see what people in the past did and why and the effect it had/has on the immediate and distant future. So. . . when I find a juicy little bit of history to relay I’ll put it here. Heck, even if it isn’t juicy I’ll put it here. I like political history — especially of the last 75 or 80 years — I like reading to see if I can find out just exactly how we got ourselves in the mess we are in at the present time. ( Oh, King George! If you’re listening, you can ignore me. I’m a nobody. No one reads this blog. I’m all alone here. Ehem.)

Anyway. . . The conflict is over and the victor is . . . me . . . and my blog. I like to write. I will write here and elsewhere. I’m liable to write anything and everything in this little space (even stuff I said I wouldn’t). There will be some fiction and some fact, some poetry and much prose. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t that’s just fine. I like it and that’s what matters to me.  

*I read something once (I can’t remember who wrote it or where but I’m saying it wasn’t me so . . . look it up) that said ‘If you write, then you’re a writer.’ I guess that’s so. I’m aspiring to be published. Or to self-publish. Either way the first book should be available within the month.