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i was going to do a different blog than this one; a zen-do-da blog (see link for more on zen-do-da if you don’t know what that is)

i was all set to be blissful and encouraging and uplifting.  i’ve read The Secret,TheSecretLogo you know, and other books like that.  i DO believe that we have the option and power to make our lives what we want.  sort of.  i mean, i believe that changing our thoughts for the better equals finding and receiving better things.  but this blog went south on me…sort of literally.

so i’m in the bathroom (hey we all poop, there’s a book about it)

Everyone Poops by Taro Gomi

Everyone Poops
by Taro Gomi

and i’m reading one of these happy books, telling me that i’m in control.  usually in these situations (moments of … reclining in the restroom) i’m working a Sudoku puzzle.  i know, i know, TMI.  whatever.  but i’m out of puzzles for this purpose, so i’m reading this feel good book and making notes with my little red pen.  and i’m all “la la la, life is good” when i drop my pen down the toilet.  for real??

and i’m wondering to myself: how does an artist or writer apply the ideas and beliefs of the Secret to his life?  and i’m hoping any of you followers out there will join in on this as a discussion.  because The Secret poses a dilemma for those of us in the art industry.

if i were a professional bowler, or a mail delivery agent, or a worker in any one of a million different fields, i could see how The Secret thinking could improve my life and my productivity.  but for those of us who are writers and artists, how do we make this work?

if you haven’t read The Secret, i highly recommend you do.  otherwise you will have no idea what i’m talking about here, and that’s no fun at all.  basically the premise is that what you think is what you get.  if you put out a bunch of negative thoughts and energy, that’s what you are bringing right back to you.  if, on the other hand, you are putting out love, and happiness, and good thoughts, you will be getting back same.

ok, you may or may not agree with all that.  that we will save for another blog.

this blog wants discussion.

if i’m a writer, i can’t just sit and write about a girl picking daisies all day.  boring. then she goes and walks along the beach, and finds a million dollars in a packet of 10’s and 20’s, non sequentially numbered and wrapped in a pink bow, so she doesn’t even have to claim taxes if she doesn’t want.  and along came mr. right, you get the picture.  i can’t do this.  as an artist, i CAN’T sit and look at the beautiful all day long, because that isn’t where all the heart tearing emotions lie.

the heart tearing emotions, the things that MOVE us are in the dark!  they are lying in a gutter, homeless and underfed.  they are sitting at the table with a morning cup of coffee, crying over their mashed up marriage or their dying soul.  they are tying themselves up in sheets at night from tossing and turning over their nightmares.  THIS is where the interest is for a writer, or painter, or a poet.  the angst.  the pain.  the agonizing loneliness of life.

because we all feel it at times, and tapping into that commonality is magical, and links us all together till we are one spool of thread.

so all you blogging authors and feely artists out there, how do we make The Secret work for us, without losing the inspiration that grief and sorrow provide?

discuss:

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addendum to the dunder dictionary

new updated “dunder word” additions:

Tumped :

apparently i used this word as a child.  if my dad pushed me over (which he would do, along with other less gentle forms of joking) i would say to him: “Dad!  you’re going to Tump me over!!”  

Tump: to knock over, push down, fall over by someone else’s doing; also includes falling over on one’s own, as in “If I walk around on these stilettos, I will surely Tump over”

Yummth Degree :

i have a major crush on Johnny Lee Miller.  or the way he portrays Sherlock in Elementary.  not sure which.

mmmm…delish.  so i said to my sister while watching him be his delightfully yummy self, “i love him to the yummth degree” .  pretty much covers it.  he’s ridiculously sexy.

Yummth Degree:  the infinite degree of yumminess allowable known to man

(for previous entries, see   https://accidentalhappiness.wordpress.com/2010/07/29/the-dunder-dictionary/            or         https://accidentalhappiness.wordpress.com/?s=denelleiopedia&submit=Search

nap first; sleep later

i just came up with my favorite new phrase in response to my girlfriend’s comment.  she says she’s exhausted.  she says basically ugh, it’s going to be an AWESOME day.  (read sarcasm into this, as she is very tired) (exhausted in fact)

(enter new phrase) “what you mean is, it’s going to be an EXHAUSTome day”. 

fun!

(but not for me, i mean, i just did yoga, so i should be full of energy today.   after my nap)

dunder…

Where does Bullshit come from?
I mean, the obvious answer to that is “from Bulls”.

but where does the phrase/word “Bullshit” originate?  Kind of a rancher swearword, you know?

If you are somewhere they don’t have bulls – like the underwater city of Atlantis for example – you wouldn’t get what I meant if I said that was bullshit.  Would you?\

So do they say “GiraffeShit” in Africa; or “KangarooShit” in New Zealand?

just wonderin’…

b

long lost word

today i found a long lost word from my personal encyclopedia/dictionary.  this word was used back in 1984, in a letter to my uncle.  my life was dreary (no, ALL of my life, not just the day i was writing) but i saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

“my life is BETTERIZING” i told my uncle.  = improving; lessening in horribleness; approaching a level of almost-non-suicidal.

i think i’ll have to incorporate it into my current vocabulary, because it is so VASTLY more interesting than just plain “improving”.  what have i been thinking all these years?

i’m filing this under B in my lexicon of weird. (tmark pending)

 

denelleiopedia : new word

new word i just created (two seconds ago on a MPD support site)

DIDieness …

when describing the issues, feelings, and surrounding energies of having Dissociative Identity Disorder (also Multiple Personality Disorder)  .  pronounced like “giddiness”, the stranger “DIDieness” would be used like this:   “I didn’t know anything about my DIDieness until I was in my late twenties.  Well, officially anyway”.

skullduggery

skullduggery:  trickery; unfair, dishonest practices and goings on

i ADORE this word.  wish i’d made it up.  it has a dark, sinister, piratey feel to it, and its flavor makes using it a brilliant feat of genius.  not that i have occasion to use it often, but i see it from time to time in books.  it always makes me smile.  it makes me think of a pirate on a deserted beach, hiding the bones of some hapless victim, burying them deep in the sand.  because clearly the victim found out too much information about the treasure, or rum, or female companion, and he needed a good place to rest for a while anyway.  it gets so hot out there.

so this is one of my all-time favorite words.

skullduggery

tune in later this week for more complete nonsense and superfluous drivel

forgetful and more forgettiful

i had a great word i wanted to put up here, in my denelleiopedia area.

of course, now i don’t remember what it was, so i’m going to have to go with SCHLOMPY today.  SCHLOMPY is when you are feeling a bit bedraggled, or less than crisp.  maybe – like me – you have been enjoying Red Robin a bit too much this winter, and your belly hangs over your jeans just a smidge.

maybe your shirt is wrinkled because – like here – it is hot, humid and about a trillion degrees.  (ooops.  there i go exaggerating again!)

and when you have naturally curly hair like mine, this weather makes your lovely curls look like the Bride of Frankenstein   

that’s when you might be feeling SCHLOMPY.  (though if i looked this cute when my hair went wild, i wouldn’t mind so much!)

stay tuned for more ridiculous time wasting articles and exciting non-words

confessions of a dangerous writer

Today we will be discussing something that is commonly known as “Creative License”.

First off, I must confess that I haven’t yet read the controversial book “A Million Little Pieces” by Stephen Frey.

Although I do admit that I love both the title and the cover art. What I know of the book is this: Frey got into a heap big trouble for claiming to have done things that I guess he didn’t do. I believe he was outed on Oprah and his previously huge bestseller suddenly became a questionable piece of fiction. Potentially.

I too am a writer. I too take creative license here and there. Some things just sit better phonetically or dramatically. For instance:

I really do have annoyingly loud construction workers outside my window at this very moment, tearing my street to bits and making me crazy with their early morning antics. However, in a previous post I claim that they start their work at 7:30 in the morning. It may really be more like 8, or 8:15. But you know, I was really irritated, and it FELT like 7:30 in the morning. So that’s what came out. I think most people can understand this stretch of the information.

And then there’s my thing with coffee.

Any writer out there should be addicted to coffee. You know, you watch the movies, or the old Alfred Hitchcock shows and it seems that writers, coffee and cigarettes all go merrily hand in hand. And, being a writer type, I love coffee. Although the coffee I drink is usually mochafied, half coffee half hot chocolate. But I dearly love the smell of coffee, both the grounds in the package and the cup wafting its flavor through my olfactory glands. I love the flavor and the warmth and the snuggliness of it.

But really, if I get out my honesty meter, I don’t drink it that often. Coca~Cola is my true addiction, and black tea. Lipton’s. I drink like a pitcher a day. I need the antioxidants as well as the caffeine. So while I’m not actually lying about liking coffee and seriously needing a cup on a regular basis, it’s more often a can of Coke on my table next to my laptop.

But that just doesn’t sound the same. When I’m writing a poem about a rainy day, and the melancholy mood I’m in because it’s cool and overcast and fall (which it’s not, because it’s 80 and summertime here) coffee goes along with the mood and feel of the poem. Coke just doesn’t fit the emotional landscape as well.

So I have this ethical delimma. Or question, really, cause I’m not losing any sleep over this. I like being able to dramatize a situation, and express an anecdote in a slightly exaggerated manner. This is what makes any good writer good; they tell a story. But what exactly is the line between exaggerating, or emphasizing the fantastical elements of a story or situation, and Stephen Freying?

denelleiopedia ~ “Tick-Tockery”

“Tick-Tockery” is one of my favorite words.

Years upon years ago I read Gregory Maguire’s engrossing book “Wicked” and fell madly in love with the character Alphaba.  This book was one of the few that imprinted itself so strongly on my being, I came away thinking of the world, looking at the world in a different way.  It’s like the book gave me a whole new sense to work with – a seventh sense, since I already have a pretty good sixth sense – or opened a door in me that showed me how to travel to different realities.  When the book was turned into a musical, my sister and I went with a dear friend, and it was extraordinary.  If possible, maybe even better than the book.

The stage was set with lovely designs that incorporated many of the ideas in the book.  If you hadn’t read the book you might not know why the hell there was a huge clock on the stage, but the set pieces all had meaning and charm to me.  And there were these lovely clockworks and gears, and I called them “Tick-Tockery”.  I said, “oooo, look at all the Tick-Tockery they have!”

Since then this word has come to mean:

gadgets, gears, clockwork, ornamentation, James Bond type toys and Mission Impossible style undercover work, pretty fastenings, old machinery, and Steampunk stylings. 

Yummmm…I love it all…