I’m back to ye olden times when I was known to post up to twice a day! I wasn’t even hypomanic nor manic but simply high on the novelty of blogging.
I’mtickled pinkthat that I was able to persuade my pal Blahpolar, who’s halfway across the world in South Africa, to include my song “More Than Bipolar” in her latest post.
She calls me “Dyane Disorder”, which I think is hilarious, but she has also christened me as “FRYANE” due to my rather sycophantic, nay, make that groupie-ish devotion of Stephen Fry. So please read her missive – she has all kinds of goodies in this post and I think something will appeal to you!
In which I spoof, parody, rip off and fuck up the following songs:
Loser Closer (NIN) Anhedonia Barcelona (Freddie Mercury and thingummy) Panic Manic Monday (the Bangles)
You’re simply depressed the best (Tina Turner)
But first, an original song by the blogger who threatened to sell me to the $¢ientologists if I didn’t include it. Introducing Dyane Disorder featuring DJ Dog…
I read online that bloggers who maintain their blogging habit for more than a year are likely to stay at it for the long-term. (I believe everything I read on the internet – just kidding!) Seriously, today’s post is short; it’s not necessarily sweet, but I’d rather keep up my blogging momentum and publish this “StalePressed” post than skip a week. If you want something brilliant, go see my friend Blahpolar Diaries. (I have many other blogs I could refer you to, but hey – it’s 7AM and I’m not awake yet! I’ll share those links in future posts.)
Blogging/writing is kind of like an exercise routine. (I was an American Council on Exercise certified personal trainer for several years, so I can’t help but use an exercise/writing analogy.) Once you start playing hooky here and there from your workouts/writing time, hooky becomes every other day, and then every day. Before you know it, your routine that you worked so hard to get off the ground melts away.
Writing, at least for me, seems to work the same way as exercise – I need to keep it going – even if it’s “only” blogging once a week or working out for a few minutes instead of thirty-sixty minutes.
On a separate (musical) note, I’m re-posting my song “More Than Bipolar” just in case any of you missed it last week. I promise next time (and there will be a next time – I’ve written four other mushy love songs that have nothing to do with bipolar. ) Lucy will have a stunning solo.
Lastly, I’d like to share a relatively new blog. It was created by my former writing boss at Good Times/acclaimed author Greg Archer. (His latest book Grace Revealed deserves to be on the New York Times Bestseller list, but sadly its rightful place is taken over by a Wrong Brothers I mean Wright Brothers-themed book that’s full of cliches and lies. Please see my husband’s book Quest for Flight – John J. Montgomery and the Dawn of Aviation in the West for a true take on aviation history.)
I digress. Sorry! Greg Archer’s writing is hilarious, insightful, hopeful, sometimes a little bit profane (which I love) and so much more. Greg had the guts to upheave his life and move to the hideous island of Maui for three months to babysit an olive grove. Sadly I couldn’t convert Greg to WordPress, so his blog “Know Place Like Home” is on Blogger. That’s okay. It’s worth the trip to this link – check it out:
Be good to yourselves, eh? See you next week, my dears!
Much love,
Dyane
“More Than Bipolar” by Dyane Leshin-Harwood
I don’t know – why should I care?
About all the times that life was unfair
It’s so different now, I need to let it all go
Or else I’m gonna blow
So don’t call me bipolar ’cause it’s not my name
Can’t you see I’m a person – there is no shame
And we have stigma that’s to blame…
I’m more than bipolar
I’m more than bipolar
It hurts sometimes
And I feel all alone
What can I do?
Don’t want to pick up the phone
Time to break a sweat, cause this mood’s not over yet
And all you need to know…
Don’t call me bipolar ’cause it’s not my name
Can’t you see I’m a person, there is no shame
And we have stigma that’s to blame
I’m more than bipolar
I’m more than bipolar
Dyane’s memoir Birth of a New Brain – Healing from Postpartum Bipolar Disorder with a foreword by Dr. Walker Karraa (Transformed by Postpartum Depression: Women’s Stories of Trauma and Growth) will be, fingers & toes crossed, published by Post Hill Press in Fall, 2016.
Dyane Harwood 
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