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Writer’s Journey

I’m reading a cool book right now called The Writer’s Journey, 2nd Edition, Mythic Structure for Writers. It’s by Christopher Vogler, to whom I will extend heartfelt gratitude in my acceptance speech at the Emmy’s for my award-winning TV drama series. The book is all about story structure and archetypes and Carl Jung and I think it’s just fascinating. (Anyone who studied this stuff in college would likely blow it off as redundant, but as I am self-educated, I love it.)
As he discusses archetypes such as mentors, threshold guardians, and shapeshifters along the Hero’s journey, I’m starting to identify these characters in real life and recognize who each archetype is in my reality and how they all have affected my personal Hero journey. It’s enlightening to learn how each character can change throughtout the story becoming a different archetype depending on what’s required to move the story along. It’s also cool to recognize that same change in principle players in real life and to see how a person can one day be a villian and later on be a mentor.
The best part is, the book just makes me feel smarter. And if everything else in it were lacking, that would be enough.

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No Names

WARNING: Read at your own risk. I can not be held responsible for each individual’s interpretation of my words.
Carly Simon is a smart woman. She had something to say about a past lover and wrote a great song to illustrate her point. Over 30 years since You’re So Vain was a hit, and she still hasn’t revealed who it’s about. The best part is that it’s her prerogative as the artist/writer to never tell who she was thinking about when writing that song; even the man himself doesn’t know. (Or at least she hasn’t told him.) And that’s what draws the attention. The mystique of it. But it also offers Ms. Simon and the unnamed subject a certain amount of anonymity or maybe it’s freedom…Ms. Simon was free to express what she needed to say without the possible ramifications of libel or slander or whatever because she didn’t name names. It’s perfect all around, the artist has his/her freedom of expression and the subject is spared having his name blasted from car radios across the country. Everyone knows of course that the real man in the song would have to know who it’s talking about because he’d be the only one vain enough to believe she wrote a song about him and his vanity in the first place…Some people think the sun rises and sets by them.
So, it’s with You’re So Vain playing through my mind that I say this:
I am going to write what I want to write about whomever I please and it’s not always going to be about you. In fact, I will probably never name you. Sometimes it will be about her or him or them or people you don’t even know. Sometimes it will be my imagination and my story about events that I create. And if you feel like it’s about you, that’s called projection. You’re finding yourself in a story because you somehow identify with what’s being said and because you put yourself there, not because I did. Maybe you’ve found a personal truth in what I’ve written, and if so, I’m happy to wash muddy eyes clean, but that doesn’t mean I had you in mind when writing it. It just means you’re vain enough to think I did.
That is my disclaimer; I will write what I see and what I imagine and I’m not asking you to be a fan. I write for my pleasure and expression because I have something to say. And I don’t have to answer to you.

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Oh the stabbing irony of my life! Please read my March 15 posts in sequential order; that would be from the bottom up; you can tell by the time stamps. Then explain why I would be smacking my forehead right now.
Here are my hints:
First entry: I said I had nothing to blog about.
Second entry: I said I had never experienced the doom of the Ides of March and that the day wasn’t over yet. (Foreshadowing, anyone?)
Third entry: As far as my daughter is concerned, I’ve wrecked her life.
Thank you for playing Chastity’s Life: A Comedy of Errors.
I encourage you to submit your answers as comments.

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In case you were wondering, one of the best ways to break your 5-year-old daughter’s heart is to embarrass the tights right off her by making her show up to tap class just as everyone completes the last shuffle-ball-change.
“Do you know what time it is?” the rotten overweight teacher asked. As a matter of fact, no. I don’t know many in the preschool crowd who regularly keep the time on them. (The same cannot be said, however, for my son whose incessant time querying has burdened me with extreme exasperation toward the pedant who invented time-telling devices.) Evelina and her dad were the unfortunate and unwitting bearers of my bumbling idiocy. I kept saying the class starts at 5:45 when in reality, it started at 4:45. They were just in time to be ridiculed for missing it all.
So, if you’re itching to be the biggest heal of your kid’s life, mess up one of her favorite activities and send her along with a misinformed other parent so they both get to look foolish together.

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I had to read Julius Caesar in 10th grade, and for some reason, that line always stuck with me; Consequently, I notice the coming of March 15 with great interest. I’m not particularly superstitious, but I just like to see if there are any coincidences on days like the Ides of March and Friday the 13th (which, by the by, is coming in April).
Since Shakespeare’s play, the Ides of March has become synonymous with a foreboding sense of doom. I haven’t experienced it myself, but hey, the day isn’t over yet.
So, click on the Wikipedia link and indulge in a bit of interesting trivia.

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Fib Fetish

I couldn’t think of anything to post about, so I decided to bestow upon my loyal audience yet more Fibs:
Hearsay
he
said
she said
they both said
the other was wrong
either way, make up sex is good
Invasion
NO!
STOP!
all day
DON’T TOUCH THAT!
Keep your hands off it!
Kids and their grabby little hands
Wired
hot
cup
coffee
in the morn
drink a pot all day
at night, lucky to sleep a wink

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General Preschool

* Today on As the Merry-Go-Round Turns:
As of Friday, Nick hates Evelina even more vehemently than on Monday. He let her know that he thought the marshmallow heart she gave him to make up was gross. And she’s sad that “the more and more he hates me, the more he’s friends with Dalton.” The poor girl is ready to throw in the towel, “It’s no use. It’s never gonna happen. We can try – me and Collin can try to get back together with Nick, but I don’t know.” I told her it sounded to me like Nick was just trying to be mean, to which she replied, “I think you’re right, Mommy. I can ask him.”
We’ll see how that plays out next week.
* See post Days of Our Preschool Lives for the full story.

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