I'll show YOU crazy!

There is a problem with writing about crazy people. You begin to think like them. Or, is it that you begin to realize that they think the way they do because you think the way you do which causes them to think that way, too? Either way--or both--it seems that an unhealthy level of influence from my characters, or from me to my characters and back to me, has caused my insanity to reach a level unparalleled by the insanity of my characters--all thanks to them (or me, rather, but we've covered that already).

"Why do you think you're crazy?" you ask? Simple; I hear things. Things no one else hears. Like my name, called out by nothing. Because I'm alone in the house. Terrifying, that.

But that's not all. I talk to myself.

"Really?"

"YES! See?"

"No!"

"Yes, you do. Liar."

"Shut up."

"I can't. If I do, you will."

"Good point. So, proceed."

"Thanks."

Do YOU see?

Are you arguing, "But a crazy person can't know they are crazy!"

Psh. Have you ever been a crazy person with the inability to tell you're crazy? Honestly, how is a person with a certificate stating they are sane in order that they can call others crazy really know how it feels to be crazy? Huh? Yeah, good point, isn't it?

"It is."

"Hush."

And while we're on the subject, who isn't crazy? I mean, who decides what normal is--someone who feels HE is normal? Oh, that's brilliant. Let someone who believes themselves to be normal define normal, so everyone else who doesn't think like them can't be normal, so they must be crazy. Again, brilliant.

Why not let the crazy diagnose themselves, as I think we would know better than a person who believes himself to be sane. If he can decide that, surely we have the same right.

"Right?"

"Right."

The Ironies of Life

I've been spending so much time on my other blog, I've been neglecting this one. Shame on me. I guess the other one is accomplishing mostly what I originally wanted a blog for (I just didn't know it at the time). Still, this one stays for less "heated" topics, and daily-life-updates. Like writing.

Speaking of writing, I've been trying my best, despite a terrible migraine and a broken finger. The latter is mending slowly; the former...not so much. Still, I'm trying the "positive thinking" approach about tomorrow, and am pretending like I really will go to work. Maybe it'll work. 'Cept I'm loathe to go to work, secretly, which isn't helping the whole "positive" outlook. Ah well. Worth trying, I suppose, if only for the paycheck. (Did anyone else notice the redundancy of "work" in this paragraph? I need to work on those. ;D)

In the writing world, I can't seem to finish writing (there I go again) this dratted synopsis for my novel, which makes submitting it seem a world away. I hate synopses. They stifle creative flow and ruin a good story. Condensing the plot of a three-hundred-plus page novel into three or so pages is near like unto murder. I can't represent a complex plot well in three measly pages! Better to ask me to change the weather.

But I'll do it, because publishing a novel is still my dream, and dreams are worth striving for.

P.S. And on a completely different track, you might have noticed my user name is now "Hikari". Might want to note that, as it's staying, since I respond to that as readily as Melissa or Mel, and I like it so very much. Not that it's highly necessary to tell you so, but I thought I'd share anyway.

Pet Monster! RAWR!

I started a new blog. This one will remain my main one, of course, as the other blog has a very specific role. Well, sorta.

I'm actually a very rant-prone person. I have very strong opinions on certain subjects (and very random ones on others). As these thoughts strike, I've decided to type them out. Some are well researched, others...aren't. Intrigued?

I call these rants my heated lamentations.

Enjoy, if you can! ;P


In other news, I broke my finger. Nyargh. >.<;