So I made a promise to myself a long time ago (in a galaxy far, far away) (okay, not really on that last part) that I would not grow up too much.
I mean, I’d be responsible and pay my bills and hold down a steady job, but all that stuff would never get into my head all the way.
I still wanted my imagination.
My sense of wonder.
My ridiculously happy-go-lucky-i-love-everyone attitude.
(When I was a kid, my mom used to beg me to stop talking to the strangers at the grocery store. I was crazy about people. seriously.)
But it hasn’t been so easy. There are a lot of dark people, places, events that are hard not to get overwhelmed by.
Also, I underestimated the entirely draining power of a desk job.
I used to cry because this was not how I pictured my grown-up self, stuck at a desk, not painting or drawing or writing or making jewlery or exploring parks or hanging out with my family. And I would tell myself, “write yourself out of it, girl.”
So I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Not all of it was good. But I suddenly had a fresh wind on the embers of my heart and my passion flared up and no one knew what to do with me anymore because I was like a hyper-active kid once again.
But sometimes my writing can be really weird. Like really weird. I’m half tempted to cut some of it out of my novel. Where did this come from??? I ask myself.
And then yesterday,
an image popped into my head and I knew.
LADY LOVELYLOCKS. Suddenly, I could see her beautiful, multicolored, rodent-ridden hair.
How had I forgotten how she had fascinated me???
And I loved Duchess Ravenwaves because she was beautiful (evil, but beautiful).
Grown ups are scared of chipmunks and birds scampering through their tresses, but Lady LovelyLocks embraced it!
Whoever thought her up must have known it was a really weird idea, but they used it anyways, building and shaping and elaborating until there was a whole amazing world full of beautiful puppies and ponies and princesses for little girls to fall in love with.
What about Teddy Ruxpin?? (yes, I know I’m dating myself here) HE FLEW IN AN AIRSHIP. His best friend, Grubby, looked like a weird BUG. There were purple and orange and green mushrooms everywhere. GENIUS!
And David the Gnome. HE RODE ON A FOX. THERE WERE TROLLS. magical magical magical. I remember waking up really early to watch it on the Spanish channel because they canceled it on Nick jr. My dad would always ask me if I knew what they were saying. NO. BUT YOU COULD TELL FROM THE PICTURES.
THE REALLY COOL PICTURES.
Can you see where the seeds of my weird ideas were planted?
Fraggle rock. Grownups don’t like the idea of small, furry puppets burrowing tunnels under their homes and linking to other dimensions and sharing dreams. BUT WHEN I WAS A KID IT WAS AMAZING!!!
The worst part is that adult-me had forgotten all about these cool stories until that weird spark of remembrance yesterday when it all came flooding back.
So you know what? I think I’ll let my inner kid have some fun and I’ll keep working on my weird and crazy, fantastical ideas.
Have a beautiful weekend.