If I were a rich
girl, nanananananaah! That's a lyric from a Gwen Stefani song, if you
didn't know. It is rather ridiculous, the things that are taking up my time
lately. For instance, I was thinking about all the things I would do if I won
the lottery, or Publisher's Clearing House. I made a list. I made a list back
when I was about 16, and truth be told, it hasn't changed much though I seem to
want less stuff. Not that I would want a big party and blow all the money...
No. I am rather frugal and practical. I would probably blow a large portion on
books and movies. I do love both of those.
I'd like to think I would be very generous with my time and
money, and I would probably buy a lot of things for other people, but not so
for myself. Sigh. I'd be rather stingy. Anyway...
I have been working on real things as well. I am writing
Lost Lady. Some parts I love, some parts are okay, and others didn't turn out
quite like I had imagined them. Not that they are bad, only that they need some
work. Then again, I am a perfectionist, though I am keenly aware of my own
limitations. I do believe my writing is
getting better. I'm not sure if its "good," though some people have
enjoyed reading my work. I can't say that they aren't more than a little biased.
I am thinking of a plot for my next NaNoWriMo project, the
next book in the Chronicles of Odde Series. It's called The Knave and the Rose. I
know that I should probably finish the last one before beginning something new,
but I distract myself with new projects and that often helps when I am stuck on
something else. If only writing would make money, some of my RL problems would
be answered!
The reality now is that I need a job. Not want, or would
like, but NEED. We are sinking further in debt, and I don't know how we can get
out. Other people have stay at home jobs and are getting stuff done with some
side income. How does that work? Where can I sign up? Stuff like that never
seems to work for me. Am I looking in the wrong places? Obviously!
Being an adult really sucks some times. More often than not
I want to go back to nap time, story time, and went someone else would cut the
crusts off my sandwiches. What happened to all the plans and dreams I had? Not
just in my childhood, but just out of high school, when the future was full of possibilities.
What happened to the promise of the open
road, the blank page? Are they still there? Perhaps it's because I've come to
see a lot of things as chores, or things I want but can't do because of
arbitrary reasons. Maybe they are all still there, waiting for me to see them
again, in the light of possibility. With Hope.
I'm rambling again. This post isn't really what I had
planned, but I don't feel like making a new one, so here you go internet. Have
at thee!
Good Luck, Good Night, and Write ON!
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