I wish I was a writer
By melaflin on September 05, 2013
I wish I was a writer? What kind of writer? No idea.
I wish I could take all my jackassery on this blog and in my crazy head and write a book of crazy-assery.
I’m not sure if you can fathom the depth of the crap in my head. The stuff that pops in and I think “I need to blog that” or “damnation, that’s funny, I need to write that”. Seriously…I keep a list on my phone of possible ideas.
I realized, today, that I haven’t been able to write. Really anything. My writing just stopped. I struggled. I wrote dedications to my Daddy and his progress. That sadness had to come out….blogging helped. I did a much better job of writing it than I could have said it. It hurts too badly to read aloud.
I remember I liked a big ole soap box entry on jackassery. A nice steaming diatribe of the crap I encounter daily. Some funny? Yep All ridiculous? Yep.
Like the new addition to the Animal Shelter…Baxter. We made it a year and a half before we took in another stray. After I SPECIFICALLY said “NO. MORE. PETS”. Then comes Baxter, the partially Ginger cat.
And the crazy thing? He’s GOOD. He’s sweet. He snuggles. He’s APPRECIATIVE that I gave him a damn place to live…UNLIKE the Jackass and Hexi, FYI. He is a soft snuggly lovey cat. He comes and lays on me when I get sad or upset. He snuggles with Ryan and licks his cheek. So, the 7th (yes, 7th) pet is a keeper. I know damn well every single person that SAW me BRING that cat here…and ask for a home for him, KNEW he would stay. I’m a sucker.
I’ve got to get some writing mojo back — it is very theraputic. My kids have started a new year of school, which has already led to a heated debate with Ryan regarding “why I have to do AR if I hate it?” Which WILL become a blog. And Owen has started soccer and been advised “it isn’t kickball”. Because he boots the ball to the moon. This too shall become a blog.
Maybe this is Hateful Joy turning a corner….and trying to write. Not GOOD writing….but telling a stories.
Mojo Returning Soon