How us yarners enjoy spinning a yarn!
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yarn.”
Sometimes I wonder what it is that really set me off on this fascinating path. Perhaps being an only child who spent most of her evenings having conversations with Lulu and Mary. Ah Lulu and Mary, I have never had better companions in my life. They always had time for me, never argued, always let me chose the game or conversation of the day, and listened to my yarns for hours on end.
But as I got older, things changed. First it was “You are too old to talk to dolls.” Next it became “Don’t keep taking to yourself. People will think that you are crazy.” So, the yarns continued, but their location changed. Now it all had to happen in my mind.
Which was fabulous. There was no limit to the characters or stories. I partied with dolls and celebrities alike, went on adventures with explorers, detectives and super heroes. There was no place that was out of bounds for us. I had global visas, and unlimited access to exotic transport. The world was my oyster. I ate only junk food and I never had to worry about my weight; because the best-looking guy in the room always fell in love with me. He didn’t care if I was fat.
That’s the problem with yarns. Sometimes we get tangled in it ourselves.
When reality knocked on my door, I took refuge in a yarn. Say what you will, escapism is a lovely coping mechanism. Unfortunately, really is pretty tenacious. Its knock gets louder and louder until it even starts messing with your mind’s yarns. Light romance stories started becoming dark psychological thrillers and murder mysteries.
When I first started blogging on WordPress, someone even commented that all my stories went the same way – with men persecuting women. That’s me entangled in my yarn. That’s why I named my blog Leaking Ink. This is where my yarns have started leaking to.