Solutions for the Over Stimulated Muse
I read because I write, and I write because I read. I could spend 24 hours a day 7 days a week at the local library and never suffer a moment of boredom. As a matter of fact, I walk into the library almost daily and my inner muse still jumps in the air, kicking her heels together like Dorothy in the “Wizard of Oz.” Truth be told, she knows if I am not fascinated and motivated by the ideas of others, She Will Die.
The problem is that although I am an avid reader, I frequently start more books than I finish. It’s not that the books don’t hold my interest because usually these are detail oriented, good books. The dilemma occurs because my mind never rests. It’s constantly conjuring up the next “big idea.” Therefore, I feel compelled to learn all I can prior to leaving this life.
I don’t want the pangs of the what if’s and the had I of known’s looming in the air long after I’m gone. I don’t want the unanswered questions in the next life to be caused by a lack of preparation from this life. Consequently, the urgency to find “some of the answers” is constant. Equivalent to that of a child that keeps going afraid of napping because of the innate fear of “missing something.” Therefore every book on the shelf in the library is a resource and looks like one I should read. That’s the one that possesses the knowledge I’m lacking. Never mind the fact that I have 29 other books stacked neatly in a pile waiting to be read. I need to prioritize. I need quick solutions. Otherwise, I will suffer the loss of having an abundance of well intended projects floathing around in my head, accomplishing nothing. Success is never gained by well intentions.
Desperation has prompted me to stay focused and to find some solutions. Here are some ideas I have come up with so that not every book in the library is screaming, “pick me”, causing my success rate to be mandated by well intentions. One is I joined two book clubs. Not because I do everything in excess but because both of the clubs serve different purposes. In the first group I joined we read more urban fiction. Not only does this club dicatate the books I read, it gives me a deadline for reading the books so I am more apt to read it’s entirety. During the monthly meetings I listen to and share ideas with other members. The second book club is a group of conservative, retired teachers. They choose books they feel have strong literary value. I read the same book so that I am exposed to a variety of genres. Because of work, I am unable to attend the meeting but I read the same books and finish the book prior to their monthly meeting. Again, this allows me to read a book from cover to cover. Outside of the two books I read monthly I have decided to read two other books so that I am reading a book a week. I will write weekly reviews on every book. I will post these reviews on my blog. The book reviews allow me to read, to write and to network with other authors. I will continue to monitor my progress while I hope that these solutions tame and focus my over stimulated muse.
Some people have called me a witch. If I were a witch I would wave my magic wand and turn injustice into justice. As I’m writing this I’m liberating myself from the pain. I am releasing the toxins into the air that if allowed to manifest would cause hatred and resentment. I am allowing my God to fight my battles and I am confident and assured that he will….
Indiana Prosecutor’s Office Child Support Division is a joke. Over the course of twenty years I have seen money disappear. On one occassion a check for 2500 vanished into thin air. Neither myself nor my son saw a dime of this money. When I tried to locate the money the red tape was so thick I could cut it with a knife. Only later did I see on the news that some trusted employee was stealing money. Although credited to my account the money was never returned. So, I guess the prosecutor believed that it was my responsibility to pay for the thieves working in his office.
Believe it or not this was not the worse of the injustices. The worse were all of the times we became homeless because of my inability to pay all of the bills. (Tell me Mr. Prosecutor how Do you compensate my son for this? Which worksheet should you use to calculate back support?) I had two degrees a BS and a BA and only one child but I couldn’t survive. (Surely it must have been my mismanagement of money. The icing on the cake was the more kids my son’s father had the worse our life got. He was now responsible for five kids but he was driving the nicer car with the nicer home. I couldn’t make it. I couldn’t get any help outside of foodstamps because after all it must have been my fault with my one child and my bitter attitude that I couldn’t make it. One of the mother’s of my sons sibilings had been on ADC and because she had the state took the tax refund check which had been promised to my son for back support. That check was promised to my son four years before that child was ever born. The system was tragically failing my son. LOL and this mother resents me. Really?
I did not stop fighting for my son. Although I was loosing energy. The more I fought the harder our lives became. The attorney who was defending my son’s paternal family found a $41 dollar check that I had bounced 20 years earlier while in college and had me arrested. I wasn’t a criminal I was sick and had forgotten about the check. Lucky for me the judge dismissed the twenty year old case but now it shows on my record as having been charged. So now the information has been plastered all over the Internet.
I never imaginedd so many problems would emerge from my wanting to take care of my son. Because I challenged the judge in the divorce court, the sick attorney and the prosecutors office I was now labeled. In addition to being homeless I couldn’t pay my attorney so now he has a personal vendetta. I am now a defiant who deserved to be ostercized. I could say more but because it’s so draining I won’t.
Today, I received a letter from the prosecutor stating my son is of age and is now emancipated. My son doesn’t have a job and will be starting school in the spring. I still cry because of all of the missed years that I worked two jobs and still could not make it. My son suffered. When I had my son I was married and we could afford him. I wasn’t like the other mothers who brought more than one
child into the world knowing they did not have the resources to sufficiently provide. I wanted more children but I never had them because I couldn’t afford them. I would have never been that selfish to take from one child and give to another one. I wrote this not only to explain why it’s showing up that I have a criminal record but also to release my enemies to God. I forgive you for all that you have done and may God bless you as he sees fit.