Weekend Gone

I understand that there is absolutely no one in the world who actually truly cares how my  long Turkey weekend was. Especially the people that will ask me tomorrow about my weekend; as a matter of fact I am convinced they care the least. However, I am going to write about it anyway. It was a bad weekend. I wrote nothing other this this pitiful bit about my bad weekend. I was sick most of the time, got in a fight with my mother (standard for a holiday weekend I must say so it that disaster was already "penciled in"), and wasted lots of time that could have been spent more productively. I was particularly upset that because I did not have much of a voice due to being sick my performance during the said fight was not as dramatic and spectacular as it could have. Oh well.
I am curious though what would have I done if I was any wiser and more self-disciplined? Hm, the "perfect-me-wanna-be" would have definitely written a draft for a short story, I have an amazing idea and wrote out bits of those ideas on napkins at restaurants while waiting for my food. What else? Gym, absolutely. I am going for sure starting next week. Organize my shoes. Email back to my friends. Read something. Sleep more. Eat less.
But, the weekend was what it was and at the end of the day on this Sunday I am grateful. The turkey was good, my daughter is healthy, my boyfriend is sweet, my mom...is my mom and I am still writing after all for that I am thankful. Happy Thanksgiving.

Living up to the commitment

As my eyes roam around aimlessly in search of something to use a focal point for today's writing quota, I think about the most popular advice those who made it big in writing give to those who aspire: write, write, write. Write about anything: what you had for breakfast, the traffic you sat in on the way to work, the stupid annoying fat guy at work who sits in the cubicle next to you...  My breakfast is a hit and miss and today it was none-existent; traffic is nothing noteworthy and I really ought to stay away from writing about work. Liability and all. I do have something moderately interesting to share, a self-observation of sorts. A lot can be determined about a person based on where that person shops. Last weekend I visited the Home Goods Store, a place that as recently as about three years ago I looked down at as a discount paradise for stay at home moms. Nonetheless, even though not the stay at home kind, I am a mom with a year-old baby, a house an SUV, a job, an unfulfilled dream of being a writer, and lots of other baggage. So, yet again I had a need for yet another baking pan and my fate took me to the Home Goods Store. I got the said goods along with a colorful "a-la modern" looking apron. Last time I was this excited was when I discovered the existence of Hissyfits. A cool apron is hard to come by. Not an easy find I tell you, I dare you to disprove this statement. It is amazing how happy it made me to find just the right one. It is another goal accomplished. It is a small goal but small goals have utmost significance in our lives. I have figured out that if you make enough of these cute seemingly important little goals, one day you will feel like there is a wall of comfort that you've build around yourself with these little "goal-itas" and if you work really hard hopefully your wall is high enough for it to block the sight of the big goal you once had.

will someone anyone please make me write

I want to. Really badly. So badly I am even starting this blog. Took classes about writing,  read books about writing, I think about writing all the time. What have not done is the actual writing. Don't jump to the obvious conclusion and tell me to just do you. I have written a lot in my life but what I am talking about is finding that power within myself to commit to writing every day. Let's start small, not talking a book signing deal here, just make me write a little bit every day. Make me commit to what I truly feel my passion is. With the exception of life threatening emergencies for myself and/or my family, I pledge to post to this blog every day in hopes to reach those who feel the same desperation and have perhaps found the way out of this emotional laziness. Or perhaps reach those who feel a bit sadistic and have experience in helping talented but lazy bums such as myself to find a way towards creative self fulfilment. I will post every day either about the progress of my writing or me whining about the lack of thereof.

Make me write

AK

Today is the day