4.27.2011
4.26.2011
To Write, or Not to Write ... wait, I gotta write, right?
I've been getting increasingly annoyed with myself for not writing anymore, here and just in general, with the exception of anything on the topic of the white hot sexy reconfigurable radio of course (um, yeah, but I get paid for that). Secretly, I almost want to get fired so I can spend my time writing and photojournaling my stuff, not industry stuff. But, that don't feed the kiddos (at least not yet), so I gotta find a way to work around this whole time barrier. The thing is, I know brilliant men and women who make their dough other ways but always find time to write their stuff. It's like an itch they have to scratch or they go bonkers. And me? I am writing all the time, but solely in my head. If only I could transcribe that stuff before it dissolves into the ether ... that way, I wouldn't get so cranky and mentally beat up on myself until I have to pop a melatonin to shut out that voice in my head so I can get some sleep. Hell, I haven't even written any horribly cheesy poetry in almost 5 years (I'm pretty sure this is a record for me).
A friend (yes, that would be you, James) once told me that I could rationalize anything. It's true. I can. It's a gift. I remember when I got my first brand new car, shortly after we moved to Virginia, and I was so excited to announce it to my friends in the office. Questions ensued. Where was it, they asked? Still at the dealership having the necessary items installed. Air conditioning? No, of course not. I don't believe in excess. I never had air conditioning in my cars in Colorado, why should I in Virginia? (The next seven years of my daily two hour sweat-inducing horribly stifling commute taught me that not all states are as dry as my home state, I assure you.) CD changer? No, there's really no need for anything but the single disk player. I only listen to NPR anyway. Then why? Getting a spoiler put on, of course. Improves aerodynamics and gas mileage.
I'm such a dork.
Anyway, my rationalization, or rather one of them outside my time constraints, is that I haven't lived enough of a life to write a worthwhile book. Hogwash. Writers younger than I are hitting it huge. And besides, I don't need to be a bestseller, I just need to get these stories out of my head an on paper, or bytes, or whatever, so I don't lose my ever-lovin mind. So, I'm now publicly declaring to my two blog readers (I lurve you Kat and James) that I'm finally going to make more of an effort. Part of me is thinking that I may just start writing one of my four outlined books here. A little bit every week. The question is, which one to start on? However, I don't like anyone seeing my stuff until I've picked it apart, thrown it in the trash, dug it out, gingerly wiped off all the coffee grounds and reassembled it in a much improved revised form, thank you very much. So, I may just start taking pictures again of things that inspire me, because, let's face it, we all need inspiration every day to keep on going. And besides, maybe the more pictures you two see of Colorado, the more incilined you'll be to come back out and visit me.
Who knows, we'll see what happens together, k?
Love, peace and happiness,
Me
I've been getting increasingly annoyed with myself for not writing anymore, here and just in general, with the exception of anything on the topic of the white hot sexy reconfigurable radio of course (um, yeah, but I get paid for that). Secretly, I almost want to get fired so I can spend my time writing and photojournaling my stuff, not industry stuff. But, that don't feed the kiddos (at least not yet), so I gotta find a way to work around this whole time barrier. The thing is, I know brilliant men and women who make their dough other ways but always find time to write their stuff. It's like an itch they have to scratch or they go bonkers. And me? I am writing all the time, but solely in my head. If only I could transcribe that stuff before it dissolves into the ether ... that way, I wouldn't get so cranky and mentally beat up on myself until I have to pop a melatonin to shut out that voice in my head so I can get some sleep. Hell, I haven't even written any horribly cheesy poetry in almost 5 years (I'm pretty sure this is a record for me).
A friend (yes, that would be you, James) once told me that I could rationalize anything. It's true. I can. It's a gift. I remember when I got my first brand new car, shortly after we moved to Virginia, and I was so excited to announce it to my friends in the office. Questions ensued. Where was it, they asked? Still at the dealership having the necessary items installed. Air conditioning? No, of course not. I don't believe in excess. I never had air conditioning in my cars in Colorado, why should I in Virginia? (The next seven years of my daily two hour sweat-inducing horribly stifling commute taught me that not all states are as dry as my home state, I assure you.) CD changer? No, there's really no need for anything but the single disk player. I only listen to NPR anyway. Then why? Getting a spoiler put on, of course. Improves aerodynamics and gas mileage.
I'm such a dork.
Anyway, my rationalization, or rather one of them outside my time constraints, is that I haven't lived enough of a life to write a worthwhile book. Hogwash. Writers younger than I are hitting it huge. And besides, I don't need to be a bestseller, I just need to get these stories out of my head an on paper, or bytes, or whatever, so I don't lose my ever-lovin mind. So, I'm now publicly declaring to my two blog readers (I lurve you Kat and James) that I'm finally going to make more of an effort. Part of me is thinking that I may just start writing one of my four outlined books here. A little bit every week. The question is, which one to start on? However, I don't like anyone seeing my stuff until I've picked it apart, thrown it in the trash, dug it out, gingerly wiped off all the coffee grounds and reassembled it in a much improved revised form, thank you very much. So, I may just start taking pictures again of things that inspire me, because, let's face it, we all need inspiration every day to keep on going. And besides, maybe the more pictures you two see of Colorado, the more incilined you'll be to come back out and visit me.
Who knows, we'll see what happens together, k?
Love, peace and happiness,
Me
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