Just a Little Note of Reminder about the SCOTUS

About the current goings on in SCOTUS right now... I'd like to remind everyone that they all need to take a pill, have a nap and calm the hell down.  You cannot necessarily determine how the Court is going to vote based on the questions asked or the silly, ridiculous statements of a few of the older, crazier, dumber members of the Court.  I draw your attention to National Federation Of Independent Business Et Al. v. Sebelius, Secretary Of Health And Human Services, Et Al., the case that was supposed to scuttle the Affordable Care Act.  SCOTUSblog was predicting that, based on questions asked by the justices during arguments, the mandate portion of the Act would be ruled unconstitutional, thereby taking the teeth out of Affordable Care.  Fox News jumped all over that, and we mocked them for it.

They were wrong.  So, do not believe a single thing anyone writes, says, interprets or predicts based on certorarai or oral arguments.  We have NO idea what the ruling will be on either DOMA or on Prop 8.  So, pour yourself a Scotch (or a Ginger Ale), sit in a comfy chair and catch up on those back episodes you missed of WALKING DEAD… or better still, catch Jim Beaver in JUSTIFIED this season.   It's a good, good season.

The decisions will come down when they come down, they will be what they will be, and creating a mythology about it is useless and defeating.

Breathe, people.... just breathe....

Higgelty-Piggelty and Back Again.

Did some writing this weekend. Well, a lot of writing, actually... oddly... in between bouts of ingesting my two favorite anti-depressants (Sims 3 and the Food Network).  It occurred to me some time about 2 weeks ago, that if Emily Rapp can write her way through her son's knock-down-drag-out with Tay-Sachs Disease, I really have not an excuse in the world for not writing because of stress.

Not that everybody deals with the stress the same way.  But still....

I have decided I'm going to forget a little bit about what I learned (from some people) in my MFA program, and go back to writing my way.  And by "writing my way" I mean... in a complete hodge-podge, higglety-piggelty, seat-of-my-pants, don't-care-if-anyone-likes-it-or-not kind of way I used to write in before I got me some larnin' on how to write.

I've decided to write like someone left the gate open.  Or like I want the Westboro Baptist Church to protest my funeral when I die. Or whatever other Facebook meme you care to adapt to the situation.  (Except any meme with that stupid grumpy cat.  Somebody put that cat back in the den window where he belongs, before I strangle him.)

One of the things I used to do, before someone in the MFA program said I shouldn't, was to work on multiple projects simultaneously.  I did this always, without giving it a second thought.  But then I was told that that "diluted" my energies.  Personally, I think it just kept me -- the woman with the attention span of the average Mayfly - from getting bored.  So I'm going back to that.  Because when I was most prolific, I was writing my way.  The odd way. The higglety-piggelty way.  And it worked.

I started a memoir.  About my life. Which begins with a lie.  Because that's the way my life began.  Maybe most lives begin this way.  You start with a lie, then somehow, if you work hard enough, you end up somewhere nearer the truth.

It's time.