I’m just being cute. You can catch me. It’s not even that hard. I am referring to my writing work in this particular post, but really it’s the same in literal terms. I am just on the sofa. You wouldn’t even work up a sweat. Tag was never my thing, and look at you… so buff.
I am going to place links below with articles I have written the last month. Please click on them, comment, engage with them if you enjoy them. Heck, even if you hate them go ahead and say it.
Let’s Talk TV
Ok, so I’m freelance writing which has been fun. Also this week I have been watching Breaking Bad. I’m not sure why no one is talking about this show. It’s amazing. Oh, what’s that you say? They were a few years ago when it was new? My bad. I bring up my TV habits to explain why I have slowed down on writing etc this week.
I bring up my TV habits to explain why I have slowed down on writing etc this week. I usually half pay attention to tv the kids are watching while writing/facebooking. Well, this week I discovered Netflix on my phone (not a paid sponsor- but I feel like I should be) and now I watched my show and Charlie and The Chocolate Factory at the same time instead of writing. It was fantastic. Now sure there could have been some confusion. I’m not sure if the Orange singing men were killed off by meth or arrested. They don’t appear in later episodes of breaking bad. I did finally get some insight on the tunnel ride in the Willy Wonka chocolate factory. Meth- it explains that whole scene. I’m on the last season of the show so I’ll be productive again soon. Or like normal level productive. Let’s not think miracles are going to happen.
Stuff To Read by “Me” From Around The Internet
I have noticed lately that my headshot could use some work. If you know anyone that I can use to take a legit picture of me and they can make me look gorgeous… Do Tell.
I’m sure many of you are wondering what my writing process is. No? Oh, can you play along for the purpose of this post, please? It would help me tremendously.
Well, folks a lot of times my best ideas come to me right before I drift off to sleep. In times like that I grab my phone (usually knocking things from my nightstand while cussing) and make a note of the brilliant idea that washed over me. I am able to fall back asleep knowing that my vision was preserved for the following morning when I can return to it.
I have an example from August 12th. Here are the notes: “Wakeup not really good. Syrup on tennis shoes.” This obviously is the makings of a million dollar idea. If I could just figure out what direction I was going with this, I know it would be the apex of my career. The problem is I have never gotten syrup on my tennis shoes. Sorry to the people that have gotten syrup on their kicks. I by no means want to down play your experience. I obviously don’t want syrup on there, but since I haven’t had the experience- I can’t help but wonder why this thought occurred to me. Was I metaphoring half asleep? Did I stumble upon the secret to happiness?
Ok, the real reason I am writing this is to see if anyone knows the other part of this thought. I just don’t want to use the wrong syrup in my shoes or wakeup really good instead of not really good and throw everything off if I was writing instructions.
You know what’s sad is- I made this note and then drifted off into the smug sleep of someone who knew they had the next great thing at their fingertips. I really feel bad for sleepy me and my misguided cockiness. I think it’s a really good lesson in
I have been slacking a tad on my blog this week and I apologize profusely. I have had some excitement with being on the Huffington Post, and I found out that I was going to be included in an Anthology (more on that as it gets closer.) This is by no means is an excuse for me to leave you hanging. I apologize.
Have no fear I have people keeping me in reality. Lovely, lovely people.
Top on the list is my beautiful 5 year old daughter who has started telling me “You are not funny, Mama,” at random times. I don’t think I really am trying to even be funny at the time. I envisioned yelling back at her: That’s not what The HuffPost says, but I have not… yet. I may have said: What do you know, your 5? but I’m not sure. You know how things get when 5 year olds bully you and you cry… it’s hard to remember all the details.
Next my darling husband threw his “support” in. This is how that went: I mentioned that the ideas I try to explain out loud and sound crazy are the ideas that usually get picked up. He said “Wow, you must have a really big ego then.” Meaning that I sound crazy often. I realized what the joke was, but I was hurt by the ego thing. I said “I have a big ego? What are talking about?” He told me he was joking and then said “You have the worst ego of anyone.” And then I had this weird thing where I didn’t know if that was an insult or a compliment. I mean if I have an ego I don’t want it to be the worst one ever. I want it to be a good one. I just, I don’t know now.
All this to get to the flip side:
Thank you so much for all the support. I was truly touched and had my best week ever last week to see friends and family share my post and say such nice things.
Below are links to the things I had published this week. Thank you again: