Posts Tagged ‘author’

This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Superhero © (draft)

Being myself makes people nervous, apparently.

Concerned about health, well-being,

and the general direction of society.

While I appreciate some thoughts I discard others,

Can’t get caught up in what or who scares you because

Monsters that live in your closet once lived under my bed too.

If you don’t accept it, let’s dissect it,

What are monsters anyway?

They reflect fears, really aren’t as bad as you think,

So when you feel all hell is breaking loose

Look me up, I’ll be coming to the rescue.

Reminding the only thing to fear is fear itself

That we create.

We control thoughts, desires, direction,

Every aspect of our being.

So don’t sell yourself short or underestimate your creator.

We were made to rule our world with our power.

 

© Natasha Ramsey. All Rights Reserved

 

chasing the dream

Some of you who know me well may think this post is gonna go another way because of the “but(t)”, but sorry, it’s not. Do you know what Spanx are?  They’re an invention from Sara Blakely who was getting ready for a party when she realized she didn’t have the right undergarment to provide a smooth look under white pants. Armed with scissors and sheer genius, she cut the feet off her control top pantyhose and the Spanx revolution began! With a focus on solving wardrobe woes, the Spanx brand has grown to offer bras, underwear, jeans, pants, active and more” (http://www.spanx.com).

Well I apparently need Spanx for life. You know, something to remind me that I need to push up, pull tight and bear down to accomplish the  life I want. I need to cut the pieces that aren’t working and start solving the woes! Hence, Spanx, but(t) for life!

Things that go bump in the night have nothing on the scares of real life day woes. Yes my nightmares are horrific but I wake up and  I’m usually tucked safely in a bed, under warm covers, secure in a house with maybe no more than 2 or 4 people with access to multiple bathrooms so I don’t have to coordinate everyone’s schedules and bathroom times or worse yet, get in line in the schedule after uncle Hector’s odoriferous bathroom time. So what do I have to worry or be scared about?

Not accomplishing my dreams! Not following my passion! Quitting when I didn’t get accepted!

Background that you may or may now already know: I’m an immigrant. Moved to the U.S. under circumstances that were less than favorable but not as terrible as other immigrants who paid for their trips in life and limb. I’ve lived with many people over the years in smaller and less than ideal conditions. Now life is relatively decent, fun and full of love, but every now and again, when I get complacent and want to be one of the people who sit idly by and stop reading, learning or striving, it takes just one visit with family members who are closer to our original family culture than I am these days, to kick my arse back into gear and remind me that I need to not be complacent, to not sit idly by, and to always keep learning, reading, striving…

what-people-think-of-me

Sympathy isn’t needed, neither are complaints. While I’m living a life that many relatives don’t understand, don’t want to or just don’t care enough to try, at least now I get to choose who I call family and don’t have to be nice or hide myself to appease negative folks. Most of all, I still live in a country where I can pursue my dreams. Sure, I can fail. And boy have I done that in spectacular fashion at times! I’ve also not been successful (yet!) in getting a major magazine or journal to publish my writing, but I’ve also had small wins in that several online journals and hard copy local magazines have published my work.  So I take my small wins and keep plugging away. I also have to remember not to dwell too much on the past but it does haunt me a bit when I visit family.

Sure, I know that no one owns, or holds my happiness hostage. Also, while happiness doesn’t lie in actual dollars, it sure doesn’t lie in being butt arse broke either. So don’t take this post as a proclamation to go out and drop the career and pursue only the dream. What this post is, is a proclamation to say, “screw acceptance!”, “fight for your right to be happy, to be heard, to be passionate and pursue your dreams!” (okay, that may just be me screaming to myself…). But seriously, while job satisfaction is good it isn’t detrimental to  well-being as long as the paychecks keep supporting the dreams. Sure, at times I’d like to have a big welcoming family to run to, and a magnificent sum of life savings to make me feel safe but at what cost?

sick of being nice

Keep striving, learning, loving and living. Take all of the bad experiences and turn them loose. I may not truly forgive all of the people who hurt me but I’ve figured out ways to move past the hurt so that I can feel good about myself again. I may not be able to shake the enveloping sadness when those I love are sad or stressed but I’m working on just being there and not letting it take over every pore of my being. Being there for those you love is totally within your control and being a healthy and happy person makes you a sturdier shoulder to cry on, a better loved one with whom you can vent and get it all out with or as needed, an excellent arse kicker for those who hurt the people you love.

So chase the dreams, eat the cake, dance in the rain, drink the whisky, hike with the dog, get that tattoo, pierce that skin, try polygamy (or not if your first spouse will literally kill you)!

Oh, and if you really feel like you need some more stomach and butt shaping, here are pics of men’s and women’s spanx…

Thank you to everyone who support my writing! One of my poems which was written during the Baltimore “riots” has been accepted and published in Wordpeace, a literary journal to promote peace and justice! Check out “Brown Boy Infamy” here!

Natasha Hungover Poet on mic

human Christina Perri

As I was listening to the song, “Human” by Christina Perri: https://youtu.be/r5yaoMjaAmE, I realized that on some days I feel like a superhero who can do anything like these guys below…

superhero

Then, on many, many days (more than the days above, anyway), I feel like this tangled, knotted up ball of weird fur:

Animal from Muppets. All Credit to Jim Henson and Co.

Animal from Muppets. All Credit to Jim Henson and Co.

Yeah, maybe being a writer is in my bone marrow and soul.

Writer-Woes Credit to Espressoandpencakes

Credit to espressoandpencakes.com

life is a one time offer

You know what’s a hard thing to do? Realize that you have a problem or that you created a problem. Why? I’m guessing ego and pride.

You know what’s another hard thing to do? Put the ego and pride aside and work on fixing what you’d like to change.

So, with that being said, I’m setting a new goal for myself that relates to one of my favorite things to do. I will be limiting the intake and time spent doing this particular thing for a month, in an attempt to make it a habit. Or rather, make less of doing this thing, a habit. Most self-help articles I’ve read say twenty one days is the time it takes for you to make something a habit so I’m guessing a month will really make it solid. Or I’ll be ready to binge, but I hope not.

Either way, I realize that being a writer, no matter whether there’s fame associated with it or not, living like some of the old famous writers who party too much, imbibe too much, or just do everything too much, isn’t healthy and could yield an unhealthy and lonely life if things aren’t balanced. I also know that while my astrological sign says I like things to be balanced, I don’t always do a good job of balancing.

So, here’s to new habits! I hope this not only makes me healthier and ultimately, happier, I hope it reminds me that the pleasures in life are to be savored and enjoyed.

life is not a race pic

“The first draft of everything is shit.” -Ernest Hemingway

Hemingway

I like this quote. A lot. Probably too much.

I try to remember it when writing. Would I have said it the same way? Probably. Especially since I feel that way about most of my first drafts. Many of them require extensive revisions, updates, re-reads, fine tuning and some are even thrown out – granted, accidentally sometimes, because I have a bad habit of writing on anything I can find when I have an idea – post it note, envelope that bills and other mail come in (why else do they mail those things,  anyway?), napkins, etc.

Granted, I share idea and a some poetry drafts with someone who loves me in spite of my crazy moods and thoughts, because in poetry, some of my first drafts flow and exude emotion. With everything else? I refuse to share a first draft. Why? Ego protection. And because the draft is shit.

Below is a link to an interesting list from the Thought Catalog which contains “21 Harsh But Eye-Opening Writing Tips from Great Authors” written by Cody Delistraty. Be sure to check out the advice in #21. It’s super helpful! 🙂

 21 Harsh But Eye-Opening Writing Tips…

What are some of your tips or helpful articles of advice?