Wrestling with a Story

After my recent  bout of “Wrestlemania” with problems that often defy solution, I’ve taken a mental vacation.  While a major case of disassociation in which I assume a new identity and new life in some vague and mysterious fit of amnesia tempts me more than I can express.  It simply is not that easy to lose my marbles that completely.  I’ve tried.  Not easy. Been there.  Done that.

I spent an evening with a especially vigorous case of the “grumpies.”  That word is such an understatement it’s ridiculous.  Please, substitute a stronger more colorful expression and you’ll just begin to get a glimpse of the horrible harridan I channeled.   I shudder with the memory of it and blush to admit that I could be so unpleasant.  (My harridan self is not as bad as it feels.  This, I’m sure but please indulge me just this once. I’m experimenting with humorous hyperbole.)




a scolding, vicious woman; hag; shrew.



noun Rhetoric .

1.obvious and intentional exaggeration.
2. an extravagant statement or figure of speech not intendedto be taken literally, as “to wait an eternity.”
A thank you to the folks at dictionary.com for the definitions.

After, I chased that horrible harridan’s spirit back in the closet, I focused my energies more constructively.  I wrote and not my usual stream of consciousness jibber jabber, I worked on a short story.  I’m still working on it.  It keeps changing but the process and the work itself has been soothing and healing.   I just might have to publish it here soon.

While, problems continue to compound and confound, it is possible to wrap them up in a bundle of words and sit them on a shelf for another day.  The creativity of the human mind never ceases to amaze me.  In my case, it provides me with many bright moments in a life that can sometimes feel overshadowed by problems.

Isn’t there a song about putting one’s troubles in an old knapsack and moving on?  Maybe, I can work that into a short story soon.

I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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