I’m plumb out of eloquence, so I hope the last few days’ posts are enough to tide you over. I’m just drained. With the news we received yesterday, 3 kids + 1 husband being sick, rain & more rain today, our fireplace being remodeled, the Republican debate last night (yes, we stayed up way too late watching it), and the regular duties required of a wife, mom, & breathing human being, I just don’t have much more to offer. Which is really saying something, because even on a good day, I don’t usually have a lot left over.
I’m really enjoying being a writer, though! After almost 2 weeks, it’s getting less & less scary with each post – and yet there’s more & more pressure to write something fancy, entertaining, and not so stinking depressing. Though I did warn you. This is real.
Possibly irrationally, I’m starting to think I can actually do this. I can be a real writer. And not just for myself. I should hedge my hopes, though, because I tend to get really depressed when I’m let down. Shocker, I know.
I’m dying to write some fictional pieces here. Just haven’t had the time or energy to start a project like that yet. And I haven’t quite figured out how to do it. It can’t be too long – or it would need to be broken into multiple posts, which I think would be fun – and I’m a little trepidatious about other people stealing my work. I’m utterly vain & unrealistic. I know. I know. I’m still paranoid.
This is the part of the conversation where I say, “So, how are you? What are you up to these days? Do you know who you’re voting for?”
Feel free to answer in the comments below 🙂 …