Monday, December 24, 2012


I don't know if I wrote about this before.

When I was teenager I was in the psych ward at Children's hospital (and several other times at Franciscan). The time that just came to mind was the first time I was hospitalized. I had tried to kill myself by overdosing on a hnadful of different medications. After they treated me medically I was put in the ward.

I don't remember anything in particular that I learned in my sessions or group therapies but I do remember some of the hurting people I met. Chris, Dale the girl who thought she was fat, Tequila, little Mike... tons of kids ranging from 4 years old to 17 years old.

The thing I remember most is that my parents came every day and that they arranged for my whole youth group to come visit me. 17 people, it was the most visitors any patient had ever received at one time a nurse told me. My parents wanted to make sure I felt loved even though I, myself was pretty unlovable at the time.

That is a real picture of God's love I think. Loving someone who rejects you, even though it is in inconvenient.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Slob Update

Marley: You know what's great about making new friends? You have new friends and old friends and you can make them both work!

(meaning you can make both relationships work but I like it better from a delegation/overseer mentality).

The other night during the meteor shower I saw three shooting stars. Same night Bob got offered a job at Metropole, a fancy shmancy restaurant that specializes in some artsy with a side dish of fartsy. I couldn't be more excited. Bob doing what he wants to do in an urban forward-thinking establishment which functions as a hotel/contemporary art gallery/restaurant. Pumped.

I scrapped yet another version of my book. I had to look inside myself to harness my chi/ exorcise my demons/ own my verbs and find a new plot for my beloved (other)world. So I made a new timeline and lo and behold... I actually managed to think of a conflict (actually several of them). Something I could not previously produce without sticking a big nasty ugly stick into the Willing Suspension of Disbelief. I killed my original sidekick who I was in love with (meaning he no longer exists) but something had to give. I would have made it the main character if I could have managed it. I did get pretty concerned when I was roughing out the new timeline when I couldn't think of a better word for "frenemy." Somestimes it isn't just heavy machinery we should avoid when tired. It is the internet, our homework and other people in general.

I finished my first semester back to school and at least 5 of my 6 professors would probably not shoot me on sight. I'll count that as a win!