I obviously love to write. It’s so satisfying to see something that was formally in your head, on a computer screen. I have taken many writing classes online as well. I don’t know if I was hoping to improve… or wanting homework!
Everyone of them gave the same advice: Outline, outline, outline!
What a load of bologna.Don’t you writers agree?
At least for me, writing is almost an adventure. What will happen next? Wait, let me think. I guess you could say that I’m a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. I am excited when something good pops into my head. If you have everything figured out, there is no spontaneity. You feel like you have written it already! I do get writer’s block often, but I guess it’s better than being bored. Besides, an outline wouldn’t solve writer’s block. I don’t think it would, anyway.
I love my brain. It allowed me to graduate high school number 30 in a class of over 500. It allowed me to receive my AA and even take online classes to this day (I’m actually enrolled in a creative writing class as we speak). On the other hand, my ?!#$%ing brain (I’m too much of a lady) is my nemesis.
My condition is very similar to multiple sclerosis: the white matter in my brain was destroyed. But as MS is a gradual process, my damage happened all at once. The best doctors in the country are still scratching their heads. I went from being a high school freshman in a prestigious honors program to being in a coma a few hours later.
I think the most frustrating part is that I remember exactly how to do everything. Walking, for instance: you simply (ha ha) bring up your calf, bend your knee, and bring your hamstring forward. I remember how, it’s just my !#$% brain who forgot.
I still have physical therapy, and as anyone with MS will tell you everyday is different. I have therapy on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Tuesday could be a good day, where I do everything perfectly, then I can’t do anything on Thursday. You get the point.
On my bad days, I tend to beat myself up. But something just clicked with me. I have no idea why it came so late on this journey, but I finally realized it’s not ME doing things wrong, it’s my bleeping brain.
That’s good news. I guess.