“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.”
And…there you have it. An explanation as to why I’ve decided to title this blog “Socially Accepted Madness.” I wanted to pay homage to my absolute favorite quote about writing, but “Socially Acceptable Form of Schizophrenia” is just a bit too long for a domain name.
In short, I write. I have discovered that I would much rather write for pennies than anything else. Writing is what I do.
My writing is fueled by other things. I recently married my high school sweetheart Devin and we are “Mommy and Daddy” to a grumpy old cat, a happy-go-lucky Lab mix, and one psychotically-pubescent iguana. We hope to give them a human sibling in the near future
I love to read. Adore travel. Take a ridiculous amount of pleasure in kicking Devin’s butt in Mortal Kombat. Eventually I’ll break my obsession to handheld games like Plants vs. Zombies and Angry Birds, but there’s no end in sight at the moment.
The only thing that brings me as much joy as a good book is being able to plunk down in my homegrown garden with said book and lose several hours between the pages.
I probably live more in my own mind than I do anywhere else. I do talk to myself and adore the convenience of sticky notes.
Socially Accepted Madness? Probably. Awesome? Totally.