As California burns, I pause, having finished copying and pasting my blog posts into Scrivener. Next step is to rewrite multiple overview posts about my mental health journey from age eighteen to now. See book outline as my mental health history, chronological posts worth sharing organized by year and month, with appendix of US mental health resources. Will eventually need to ask permission to publish pieces I originally wrote for other websites or publications. I always gave credit where it was due.
Yesterday got my four year anniversary notification from WordPress.com. Still copying and pasting posts into Scrivener for eventual publication as a book. Not all posts will make the cut. Plan to begin with a narrative of my mental health journey starting at eighteen, then chronologically publish my posts that speak from my heart. That’s how I’m organizing it so far in Scrivener.
Brief recap of the past week in reverse chronological order, just like this blog. Note that the second bullet point is where I discuss whether it is time to build a book:
This morning I got my haircut and decided to flip my part and show my bit of gray. I’ve earned that gray these past 51 years, so I’m wearing it proudly and looking forward to developing an even more impressive and dramatic shock of gray. For now, this bit will have to do. Hopefully, although I do not feel terribly wise, I’m at least starting to look wise.
Time to Build a Book? Okay, so by writing this list in reverse chronological order, I buried the lead, and started off with something less “meaningful” (or perhaps the photo highlights the vanity of these bullet points). So what. Yesterday I started to copy my blog content into Scrivener, “a powerful content-generation tool for writers that allows you to concentrate on composing and structuring long and difficult documents” (Literature and Latte). I had hoped I could simply export my WordPress blog into an xml document and then import it into Scrivener. Unfortunately, since I use Windows rather than the Mac OS, the best work-around I could find (Scriv2DocBook) involved more advanced coding skills than I care to learn right now. Besides, perhaps the process of copying and pasting my posts and pages, including those never published, might inspire me or at least jog my memory.
Saturday was the one year anniversary of my blogging adventure. Thank you readers for your support.
Last Wednesday, just before I attended my last NAMI Peer-to-Peer class, I applied to volunteer for NAMI Orange County. I probably should give their volunteer coordinator a call this week and follow up on my emailed application. Who knows where volunteering for NAMI will lead (assuming they will take me, of course).
What is your favorite color? Why? My favorite color is green. I spent five years of my childhood, from age two to seven, in Saudi Arabia. Arabia is hot and sandy, not lush, not green with foliage. I always imagined Ireland, the home of half of my ancestors (both my parents are Irish-German American hybrids), as the greenest, most beautiful place in the world. When I turned seven, as we returned to the United States, we spent time in Ireland. It was indeed exactly as I had imagined. Ireland was the greenest, most beautiful place I had ever seen. Instead of sand storms and heat, we enjoyed mists, chasing sheep across fields, and climbing the ruins of old castles. I was home.
If you could have one wish, what would it be? (Be Honest): I wish that my son did not have to suffer from debilitating migraines. Nothing wrenches a parent’s heart more than seeing their child in pain. He takes medication to lessen their occurrence and severity, but they remain, always threatening his enjoyment of life.
Pick a song that defines you. Why that song? The only song that comes to mind is Aretha Franklin’s version of Otis Redding’s song “Respect.” All I’m askin’ (oo) Is for a little respect.
If you could travel to one place, where would you go? France. I studied French in junior high and high school, even taking a course in community college. Living in Southern California, I have little use for the language. I’ve lost my vocabulary and knowledge of grammar. I should have studied Spanish, but loved the beauty of the French language. I would like to some day, some year, some decade, travel to France and use my long dormant language skills. Of course, I’d have to brush up on my French first.
Who is your hero? Why? My son claims that his two grandmothers are heroes. He’s right. They are fighters and survivors. They both battle chronic illnesses and refuse to let their illnesses defeat them. My mother has kept lymphoma from winning the war for thirty years. My mother-in-law doesn’t let progressive multiple sclerosis prevent her from living a full and active life.
What makes you smile? The humor of my husband and my son and the playful antics of our two dogs.
What made you chose the topic you blog about? Hypomania, pure and simple. The words just had to get out of my head. My blog started out in response to a family emergency. My father-in-law abruptly and unexpectedly developed sepsis and was in a coma. The crisis sent me into overdrive. He miraculously survived thanks to medical intervention and the prayers of many people. Almost losing my father-in-law triggered hypomania, and I found myself writing about my mental illness as a way of coping with the stress.
If you could live any time period, when you would you chose? Now. Why not live in the here and now? If not now, then at some future date when we would have greater knowledge of the brain and more effective treatment of brain disorders whether they be neurological or psychiatric (if there is indeed any difference).
If you had to give up one of your senses, which would you chose? Smell, although that would also compromise taste and sensing pheromones, which might interfere in the bedroom. The other senses, though, are too important to me.
What was your favorite movie as a child? Honestly, I do not recall, but I do love Dumbo. Dumbo’s difference, what made him “other,” was his strength. Huge ears and unique differences rule!
What is your favorite way to unwind? Every night before I fall asleep, as my husband sleeps beside me, I read on my iPad in the dark. It is my nightly ritual and relaxes my mind.