OK, I’m sitting here with the laptop on my lap (I know, where else would it be? Well, it MIGHT be somewhere else; I’m not here to discuss the possible whereabouts of computers), and once again, I got nuthin’ (or is it “nuttin'”? I like “nuthin'”) (which is not the same thing as not liking anything, but close).
Where was I? Ah yes, Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I tell you, I am down. I’m not a writer. I write a silly blog, and, as Truman Capote once said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.” Yes, yes, I must stop with the existential crisis, people will think I am merely fishing for encouragement. I am only being honest, in this case. Oh, sometimes I fish for encouragement or even compliments, never fear. Hell, I’m not perfect. I’m a factory worker who takes pen in hand or keyboard under fingers occasionally and words come out. Good words? Useful words? Entertaining words? One can only hope.
I have been trying to take another step towards reaching my writing goals, and I have had little to no success. I know, lift your feet a little higher, push them forward a little more, these things are under our own control if only we would accept responsibility. Very well then, I shall accept responsibility. Tomorrow, or possibly later tonight, I will work on the novel I found earlier today. Ooh, that’s right, I did do one thing today: I found the notebook I’ve been looking for where I had started a novel I thought I would like to finish. It’s a baby step, but it is a step. I shall make further updates as events warrant.
In the meantime, it is Wrist to Forehead Sunday, the day I try to enjoy myself with my husband and not think about returning to work tomorrow (I’ll work on curing the Monday to Friday Malaise another time, did I mention I’m not perfect?). We were watching Halloween movies earlier. I wonder if we could watch another one now. No, I can’t work on that novel now, time with husband, remember? I may or may not ever become a successful novelist, but if I take care to spend time with my husband I WILL have a good marriage. Priorities, people.