HAYLEY E. MEIBACH
A Journey Through Writing:
My relationship with writing has been a rather notoriously… tumultuous one. I had always perceived of writing as a conduit for my self-expression; a means of translating the vaporous ideas of my imagination into a tangible, shareable reality. However, writing soon came to be considered an impediment, or an arduous, necessary process that inexorably failed to adequately represent the true breadth of the sentiments that I envisioned and intended to perspicuously convey. My mind was an industrious idea-smith, forging and molding amorphous images into solidified concepts upon the incendiary spark of inspiration, that was constantly tempered by exasperation until my interest inevitably smoldered, lost its fervidity, and ran cold.
In childhood, I was the struggling kid who had to be removed from class while an assistant helped me to disentangle and transcribe the sinuous threads of my errant thoughts. I was the middle school-er whose assignments were forcibly pried from my timorous, reluctant hands, as I was embarrassed to turn in work that I felt came short of attaining the quality I demanded of myself. I was the high school-er who was wracked with paralyzing anxiety when I couldn’t find the right words to complete an assignment and was consequently chastised for making my teacher wait impatiently for me to finish long after class had already ended.
In recent years, writing and I have endeavored to confront the numerous issues in our relationship. Though attempts to implement the “perfect” words will perhaps always be unsuccessful, writing remains the paramount medium through which I can synthesize and channel the thoughts that would otherwise languish, unspoken and forgotten, the in recesses of my memory. I suppose that’s why I try so desperately to stretch the inner elasticity of my mind to be amenable to inducting new words into my vocabulary and learning from the mistakes and experiences of my past. After all, I am etched into every rutted, tremulous line drawn by the brittle point of my over-sharpened pencils, and I am pressed into the gentle rhythm of each staccato keyboard stroke. I am always found somewhere within my words.
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Random, Weird Facts About Me:
I created a comic book series when I was eleven that was a fourth-wall breaking parody of superheroes, action movies, and other comics. I tried to send in my sassy protagonist, Adrianna, to a contest held by Nickelodeon Magazine, but I guess they didn’t exactly see the humor in a hero that was essentially an addlepated stick-figure with no discernible talents whatsoever.
I’m an enthusiastic antique collector, predominantly focused on vintage technology, books, and weaponry.
English Medieval history and the Plantagenet dynasty are inordinately compelling to me—For instance, I’m 99% certain Robert Baratheon from Game of Thrones was based on King Edward IV.
I will quote Shakespeare indiscriminately.
I can rap large sections of Hamilton, and I absolutely adore the theater, both musical and otherwise.
Physics, Calculus, and Math in general are fun to me. They would have to be, since I managed to somehow survive through a six-hour long exam solely comprised of mathematical subjects.
No matter if there come to be thousands in existence, I will continue to learn the name of every Pokemon created.
I still haven’t beaten Super Mario 64 after over twenty years because I’m terrible at games.
I’ve been personally sassed by Loki (Tom Hiddleston).
The Australia study abroad group I traveled with became infamous at my college for our antics, and I’m pretty sure a few Universities we attended refuse to host students from my school ever again. (Not my personal fault, I promise!)
I listen almost exclusively to video game and movie soundtracks or remixes.
I’ve never been coulrophobic, conversely, I had a strange obsession with clowns as a child. I wore a clown costume once and never wanted to take it off, treating it like a particularly funny pair of pajamas. It really is no wonder that the Joker is one of my favorite fictional characters of all time.
I can cry on command. I don’t know whether to consider this a laudable skill or merely a symptom of depression.
I love relying on commas and run-on sentences in my writing, and, as such, I find adhering to Twitter’s 280-character limit, let alone its original 140, to be extremely difficult and often requiring numerous, meticulous rewrites.
The few instances where I’ve had the opportunity to act on stage constitute some of the most memorable and enjoyable experiences of my life. Incidentally, if anyone wants to cast me as the eponymous Richard II in Shakespeare’s play, I would be happy to oblige.
Special Thanks:
To my family, friends, and anyone who has offered me words of encouragement appertaining to my writing; the immensity of my gratitude is ineffable and profound, and without the constancy of your support, love, and affirmation, I could never have considered the mediocrity of my personal thoughts to be worth sharing or promoting. Your kindness has imbued me with the confidence and tenacity that were inexorably elusive when attempted to be internally derived. This blog is dedicated to you.