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Writers Are Weird, and We Like Butterflies

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June 6, 2013 by Renee

So, THE LEGEND OF JACKSON MURPHY is officially “out there” and ready to buy. I’m excited and nervous, again, but this time because I know his antics aren’t for everyone. I’m very curious to see how many readers get the message of Jack’s story, and how many can’t get past his dirty deeds. Stay tuned.

I know I promised a sample of a WIP, and that will come, but later in the week. (Not because I don’t have one, but because I haven’t gotten it ready yet. Sorry.)

In the craziness of the past few months, I’ve shoved down feelings of loss and grief over the passing of my Dad because I’ve just had too much shit to deal with. I knew I’d have to deal with it at some point, but (perhaps mercifully) I just couldn’t pause to indulge in things like crying or missing him. Kurt moved to B.C. to work, we started renovating the house so we can list it for sale, moved out of the house and into an apartment so said work could be done and thus packed everything we owned up before we could do that, got rid of about 2/3 of our crap, and cleaned and fixed whatever needed cleaning and fixing at the house. On top of that I launched two books and worked, cleaned, mothered, etc. It’s been a long few months of too much shit to do and not nearly enough time for one person to do it.

BUT…I’ve done it. The house is listed, with a few odds and ends I still have to do, but they’re minor. (Thank God) Within a couple of weeks, my days will be somewhat less full, and I can work and write a little more. So now that I finally have time to breathe, I find myself missing my dad more and more each day. It’s not a terrible feeling; just sad. Lonely.

So, anyway, my mom started talking about how she’s always wanted a tattoo, and I was all, “You know, so have I.” We discussed and agreed we’d go together to get one. Making the decision of where said tattoo will go and what it will be wasn’t easy. I mean, this shit’s there FOREVER so you want something that is either kickass or really special. The whole “forever” concept is going to make my decision seem batshit, but not to anyone who truly knows me.

I thought Dad would find the whole process pretty cool, and I wanted something that reminded me of him. However, I didn’t want something that was all cliché. You know, the ones with the name and date of birth and death, or a giant soppy heart with “Dad” through it. Gag. No, that’s not me and that’s not my dad. Besides, we writers avoid cliché at all costs, right? So what did I do?

This:

tattoo

How you like them apples? I think they’re pretty damn awesome, but I’ll explain why there is an f-bomb permanently painted on my skin. My dad used “Fuck it” to express many things. Someone pissing you off? Fuck it. Not worth your time. Wish you had more time, money, etc.? Fuck it. Do what you need to do to get it. Not sure if what you’re doing is right or wrong? Fuck it. If you’re happy, it’s always right. The list is really endless. Worried someone might be offended at the f-bomb tattooed brazenly on your back? Fuck it. Bunch of pussies.

The most memorable fuck it moment between my dad and me was my wedding day. The march was playing, my bridesmaids were making their way to the front of the church, and Dad stood with me in the little alcove inside the doorway. He touched my arm and said that I didn’t have to go through with it. I was all, “Dad, it’s kind of late for second thoughts. I’m doing this. What about all those people sitting in there?” He was all, “They don’t matter. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Fuck it. Fuck them. We can take off right now. You don’t owe any of them anything.”

Part of me wishes I was the woman I am today. She’d have agreed with him, but I wasn’t quite there yet. So I smiled and told him to stop being an ass. And we walked down that aisle.

Every time I hear, say or see this phrase, I hear my dad and THAT makes this tattoo more special than any other I could have done. The two butterflies soften the blow for the pussies. They also represent (for me) freedom, creativity, and love. The big blue one is symbolic of my oldest daughter and the little pink one (can’t see the pink in the picture, I know) is symbolic of my younger daughter.

Basically, I got the special meaning without being cliché. Okay, so maybe butterflies are cliché, but…fuck it. I like butterflies.

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4 thoughts on “Writers Are Weird, and We Like Butterflies

  1. OH MY GOD I FUCKING LOOOOOOVE THAT TATTOO !!!!!!!!

    The best motto to have, and it’s SO YOU, and it’s special to you, and it’s deep and dismissive at the same time. GENIUS.

    What did your mom get?

    Also, CONGRATS for Jack!!! I’ll be late to get & read this one, but I will. You can count on that, and on my review to follow.

    Hugs and fist-bumps from one tattooed badass to another. But you know, I’ve got 4 tattoos (two of them really big) so you’d better catch up. 😉

    • Renee says:

      Haha. Catch up? Jeeze I can see how it might be addictive though. It really didn’t hurt all that much and the process of creating the tattoo speaks to the “artist” in me. Very cool.

      And my mom got a really pretty rose on her leg. I’m not allowed to share it…because she’s a nutter.

  2. […] for women that aren’t cliché” which made me think of the post in which I revealed my “Fuck it” tattoo and I wonder how that was received. It’s not cliché, but is it what this searcher was hoping to […]

  3. […] about life and what he’d do if he’d been given more of it, he inspired me to say “Fuck it” (and I committed to that ideology completely) and I stepped off the hamster wheel of querying and rejection. I published In the Bones and The […]

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I like to write stuff. Sometimes it's funny. I've published some novels and short fiction. I also battle an addiction to cake and potato chips, and I sometimes have inappropriate fantasies involving Kevin Spacey.

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