practical uses for a bidet

Impersonation of dramatic monologue
My impersonation of dramatic monologue, Trevi Fountain, Rome, 2005.

Dear Internet,

TheHusband and I opted to head out to dinner when we got out of work Wednesday night (“Jesus Lisa! Why must every outing turn into a trip to Target?”). Over our plates of meat (after our trip to Target AND Staples), we ended up having a good discussion on writing. He says this compulsion of mine to over share my self-absorption is cheapening my talent (“You’re not writing for meaning, you’re writing to fill the space”), which lead into a conversation about what writing means as a whole, what it means to me and what I want it to represent. TheHusband is obsessed with CBC’s Writers and Company podcast which he uses as his basis for everything and anything when it comes to writing. So he judges me, fairly or not, to the quality of those who came before me but on a much grander scale.

TARDIS! No, just a police info box, Royal Mile, Edinburgh 2006
TARDIS! No, just a police info box, Royal Mile, Edinburgh 2006.

Unfair? It is my carrot to succeed. If HE thinks I can be as good as this person, then the world can grovel at my feet.

There are times when I am feeling choked upon the ground, unable to get out what it is I want to say in the manner that I need to say it. I’ve noticed the more stable I am feeling mentally, the less forthcoming the muse is. My purest power is when I’m manic, so it is a shame I cannot turn this disease on and off like a switch because if I could, I would make my life a whole lot easier.

Stonehenge
Stonehenge, 2008.

Trying to balance my own mental disability without drugs while living a full life while then attempting to use said broken brain for MOAR work is exhausting. And taxing. But especially exhausting. But I feel, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, as this is my life line and I cannot let go.

I do agree that not every day is like sunshine and rainbows around here, but my argument is neither is life. To wish for everything to be perfection is ludicrous. I live and thrive in the chaos and uncertainty of what exists here in this space. But I know not everyone is in agreement, but it should be remembered I am here for me and not for them. The fact you are reading this is a delicious bonus.

Corfe Castle.
Corfe Castle, Dorset, England, 2008.

As work is wrapping down for the semester before winter break, I’ve decided to make the next few days image heavy from pictures of my various romps around Europe while I get sorted on some kind of schedule and process for writing. A few days ago, I gave TheHusband a few short stories to edit which I heard some grumping about how much work said editing was going to take because the stories were that bad. It’s hard to swallow the imperfections, I want to believe everything is as it should be and just call it experimental. Rather, I will re-read the pieces, guffaw at the obvious problems and fix them.

In the interim, enjoy your trip to Scotland, France, England, Belgium, and the Netherlands.

One of the many roads into the Red Light District, Amsterdam, 5 AM
One of the many roads into the Red Light District, Amsterdam, 5 AM. May 2010.
Interior, Pelgrom, Antwerp
Pelgrom Bar, Antwerp is a pub/bar/restaurant located in a medieval cellar in the Old City. The entire ambiance was fabulous as the entire place was lit by candles. May 2010.
Hammish, the hairy coo.
Hamish, the hairy coo. Highlands, Scotland, 2006.
We found a use for the bidet
Practical uses for a bidet while in Rome. 2005.
Marseille, 2004
Marseille, 2004
Trinity College, Cambridge
Trinity College, Cambridge, England 2012.

xoxo,
Lisa

This day in Lisa-Universe: 2008

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