Here I sit at my computer, which has become practically glued to my hands when I'm home. Not a glowing endorsement for a Mother of the Year Award, I suppose, but I try to limit my online addiction to the hours when they're sleeping or playing independently. At this moment, they are surrounding me with toys. I think they're planning a revolt by surrounding the enemy.
Anyway, I've started writing a book. I've always wanted to, always felt as if I had a great story inside of me. I love to write, I've gotten some decent feedback, and I'm tired of the idea nagging at me. So, I finally took the plunge and started it this week. I have no idea what I'm doing, to be perfectly honest, so I started googling some information to see what was out there. But then I decided not to - there is WAY too much information and I don't want to get bogged down in the details. I am just going to write. Period. Let it out on paper, no plan, no outline, no nothing. Just let it flow when I feel inspired. Hopefully one day, I'll have a first draft. I know the chances are minuscule that it will ever be read, much less published, but it will certainly feel like an accomplishment. Perhaps if I'm REALLY lucky, it will be the next Twilight without fangs. Oh, relax, I'm just kidding!
I will admit that I'm not sure what direction to take it. Should it focus on friendship? Love? Finding myself? Finding "the one"? All of the above? Whatever it will be, it will involve all of these, I'm just not sure which one should be the focus. I'm hoping with time, it will flush itself out. I'm using my life as fodder for material, with some of the escapades of my friends thrown in the mix, and Facebook has been a terrific tool for ideas as well. I just fear it won't exactly be the most original book - another one about women, friends and love. Jesus, the market is already flooded with those, right? Whatever. I'm writing it for me first and foremost anyway. All I can say is this - that my productivity at work is going to take a nosedive, because thanks to Google Docs, I can access my draft from anywhere, but let's keep that one on the DL. . .
Tags: addiction, clueless, computer, publish, writing
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