Thursday, June 21, 2012

Write On.

Today I will write about writing.

I like to write.  I started writing when I was in 7th grade.  I was a HUGE Beatlemaniac and particularly a John Lennon fan.  He wrote a couple books of humorous essays and I quickly copied his style.  I doubt if they were any good (mine, not John's, his were great), I can't remember any of them, but I enjoyed it and my friends were amused.  The next thing I wrote was, for lack of a better term, a "porn" story.  Which was funny, considering I had no idea what I was writing about. (After all, I was only in 7th grade and, much like today, not sexually active.)  It got passed around a lot in class but, luckily, never made it to the authorities.  (Who probably would have just laughed at it and said, "She has no idea what she is writing about."  And then kicked me out of school.)  That ended my writing career for a while.

When my kids were little, I wrote a children's book and my best friend drew the illustrations.  I sent it to one publisher, who rejected it.  That discouraged me, so I gave up; cause that's how I roll.  (Hence, my lack of an acting career.)  I still have the book/illustrations and look at it every so often.  It ain't no "Where the Wild Things Are", but it's cute.

As much as I love to write, I find it intimidating.  Or maybe because I love to write so much, I find it intimidating.  I would love to write a play or short story or, dare I say it, a novel, but I'm afraid it won't be Pulitzer Prize winning quality, so why start?  Also, I have no idea what to write about, so there's that.  And I'm starting a new job.  And the sky is blue, etc., etc.

Actually, I'm kinda enjoying this whole blogging thing.  It's very stream of consciousness (Really?? We had no idea. . . .) and I enjoy that--impetuous, semi-senile, free spirit that I am.  It's a way of communicating with people without talking to them face-to-face, cause, frankly y'all scare the shit out of me.  (Not because you're ugly or anything, I'm just frightened of social contact, I don't do it well.  Really, it's not you, it's me.)  So, until blogging becomes blah, I'll just stick to that.  And thanks for reading.  I couldn't do it without you.  (Well, I could, but it wouldn't be any fun.)

1 comment:

  1. If you were feeling really feisty, you could scan that children's book and post it somewhere. As a child, I wrote a lot. Now I do more typing.