Thursday, January 14, 2010
I hesitate to even talk about it, because it's so cliched. You know, the stay at home mom who turns into a casual blogger, who then decides she's a brilliant writer and wants to write the GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL and land a huge book contract. I don't think that I'm a brilliant writer, although I have fun blogging. I don't intend to write a novel, at least at this point. But I do have ideas and part of articles that are bouncing around my brain, tormenting me.
So I think the only thing to do is sit down and write them. I have at least three articles I need to write, all very differnt, all three are outlined and taking shape. I know exactly where I'm going to submit them, and had a very emotional, spiritual experience that told me I need to write one of them as soon as possible.
But I have a million excuses.
I have no time. (Of course I have time. I have time to sit and waste on Facebook...)
I have a baby who doesn't let me use the computer without screaming. (OK, this part is true. But he takes a long nap in the afternoons and sleeps at night. Once again, this speaks to my lack of time management skills!)
I have nothing unique to say. (Maybe, maybe not. Except if that were the truth, I don't think that I would be feeling so strongly about it.)
I think what it comes down to is that I'm a little nervous.
All right fine. I'm scared stiff.
Scared to put myself out there. Scared to be rejected. Scared of the sheer amount of work it will take with little to no reward.
But maybe if I start getting all of this out on paper it will stop tormenting me and let me sleep at night.
So here's to writing. And a brand new kind of adventure.
Oh, and a minor update. (Because I know you were all sitting around holding your breath wanting to know the health status of my family.) Everyone is well. The viscious stomach flu made it's rounds through our house, sparing no one. We each took our turns laying around the house moaning for 24 hours or so, then we were done. And there's a strange kind of relief in knowing that all five of us were sick, and now there's nothing else that nasty flu bug can do to us! And as a bonus, there were no trips to the Dr, urgent care or ER. Hah! (And if I'm back in 6-8 hours to amend that, you have my permission to mercilessly rub it in my face.)