LIfe is lots of things. I try to not let it be dull. That would be the worst.
So. The is post number two. I’m practically a writer! I think this is what it means. Maybe not. But, I have said that I want to write a novel and seeing that I have only two chapters done in about two years, maybe I should try to start some sort of “writing habit”. I learned that somewhere. One of the “94 Habits to Becoming a Real Writer” or some such article.
I really want to write about the last year or so of my dad’s life. He had a brain tumour and while devastating, it also led to some pretty funny times. That’s stuff for another post or 200 though. Maybe if I started a side blog about my dad I could piece together the stories and have a novel. Voila!
I have started writing a whole bunch…. of times. Probably my first clue that I should write is that my friends kept my notes from high school. Apparently they are super hilarious. Some are. Most make me cringe. I guess I didn’t miss too much of the “teen girl angst”. Still, they made people laugh. Will they ever get published – hah! NO.
I worked for a newspaper right out of Alberta Vocational School. Very important stuff. I called people to harass them about being ridiculously behind on their payments for advertising and then took their order for the next ad. I never understood this operational decision but maybe it was because I was hugely pregnant. My huge pregnant belly freaked out my middle-aged male boss, a lot. People where I worked wrote stuff. Maybe I picked it up by osmosis.
I wrote a lot of papers in university. A lot. Like, so many. Psychology does not lend itself to creativity though. I basically regurgitated stuff I read and then told them who had said it first. That was super fun! I must be good at it though – my grades were pretty good. That’s pretty similar to writing.
So. Now that I have decided that I really should, actually, for real, try to have a writing career of some sort what am I doing about it? This. What you are reading. That’s it so far. Once I decided to put something out there, it is super scary. What if I suck? What if you all hate me? Ugh… I have the biggest list of potential articles and blog posts. I researched writing and now I have to again because it was so long ago that I forgot what I read the first time. At least if I am researching, I am working on it.