The trouble with writing

The trouble with writing is one that many overlook and for everyone is different. We can only really discuss our own personal issues on many subjects. Without facts and figures it’s hard to generalize what we feel. But that is not what I consider the problem with writing.

Some people find it hard to put their thoughts into words. It’s hard to take what may be an abstract image into something others can understand. After all you are trying to paint a picture of your world using letters. These letters resemble very little of our world until we put them together. However that is not what I consider the problem with writing.

Another problem that plagues many is the infamous writers block. Writers block, an imaginary wall that likes to throw itself up in front of the writer. It says in big black letters “YOU HAVE NOTHING GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD.” It taunts the writer who no longer knows what to do. Besides an individual might think what do people really want to read out of me? Still, not what I would consider the problem with writing.

Some people aren’t even sure where to begin. Every story is supposed to have a beginning, middle, and end. This is “common knowledge.” It can be daunting for a writer to figure out where the story should begin. This goes along with the “what do I say” thing if you think about it. You guessed it. Not my problem with writing.

I have no problem saying that these are my views. One of my favorite theorists was Maslow. He basically figured that he would throw his theories out there and if anyone wanted to prove or disprove that was their problem. I have very little problems with painting pictures with words. This is basically the point my friend who suggested I blogged said. This was also confirmed by the two friends I went to in order to verify the first was crazy and my writing sucks. Epic fail getting their support against me. Some friends, right? Writers block, can’t say I’ve ever really had that one. I have so many thoughts kicking around in my head it’s just taking a net and catching one to develop. I also realize that even though a story has a beginning, middle and end, every story has little stories nestled inside of them. If you don’t know the story about the week start with the story about Tuesday.

So what then is the trouble with writing? It’s having enough time to sit down and actually doing it. It means taking the time from first hand experiencing life, listing to other people’s stories, and from forming the mental connections which lead to theories.

What happened?

Have you ever woke up and wonder what the heck happened to your life? Don’t lie. I believe almost everyone has at least once. If they haven’t then they may be lying to themselves. Or maybe I’m wrong.

Today I sit here in a Starbucks in Phoenix. IT’s one of my favorite places to kill time. And today that’s what I’m doing waiting for a head shrinker appointment. The one in Yuma recommended that I reconnect with the gender specialist in phoenix who I haven’t talked to in almost two years. So on the drive up here I’ve been wondering what we will talk about. I realized that a lot has happened in that time and well I may have to do the cliff notes.

Really how do you condense 2 years in 45 minutes? I have no earthly clue. So I guess I’ll have to see what happens. I hate not being able to see what will happen next. I mean I do pretty well making predictions as long as it’s not me involved. I can see what everyone else should do except me. Kind of like an old friend of mine. However unlike her I do my best to keep my mouth shut and not tell them what to do. So I guess for this visit I will have to just wait and see.

Oh and there are some of my friends that will say that I do things based on the way the wind blows. That I don’t seem to care about plans or what happens next. This is partly true. This doesn’t mean that I can’t see the possible outcomes. I mean you through a ball it will either hit or miss. Step on an animal it cries or you get bit. It’s not that complicated. When you know the basics why not flip a coin. So I go more with what is the worst thing that can happen, approach.

The, whichever way the wind blow approach, has more to do with mood then weather. What does that mean? Well simply put like everyone else I’m not stuck in the one mood for the rest of my life mode. I actually pity anyone who is. This means that if my mood changes I act accordingly. This could mean that I take option B because my attitude will cause option A to explode in a fiery blaze. Or I may cancel altogether. I know the later may make people feel that they were let down, however one must have their priorities straight. If a person is not at their peak because they ignore their own needs they are useless to everyone.

Well off to get my head shrunk.

About me

Hello my name is Megan Caley. I might be one of the most interesting people you will ever meet. Or I might just be crazy. Hard to say.

I’m a 35 (or maybe 27) year old male to female transgender. I do a lot of work with theatre. Even though I don’t get paid I enjoy every minute of it.

My mind at times runs on fifteen different tracks so it tends to make things interesting. I can’t say what this blog space will be about other then it will be about me.

So there it is cut and dry a nice simple introduction to me.