So, I'm thinking that Janet Evanovich shouldn't be Satan anymore, so I needed a new post, but man, I'm craving a Ranger fix something fierce. Gah!
I haven't been blogging as I should. I haven't done anything like I should. Ready for my newest excuse? I'm waiting on a laptop. If I only had a laptop, I could write!
I'm on Day 4 of NaNo, in which I was supposed to do 2,000 words a day. How many have I done? SEVEN. Total. Nope, that's not a typo. I suck.
I need to call my awesome webguy John back, but I haven't gotten around to doing that either. I need to do a crapload of things, but am I? Nooooo. I don't know why. Those that have been with me for months now are used to my stupid funks, but this is getting just downright ridiculous.
Monday I AM starting a new schedule. This weekend, tomorrow, to be exact, I'm stopping smoking. God help us all. My brain just feels cloudy, and I can't figure out what I need to do to clear it out.
Good news though - I know who the ever-mysterious D is. And it's rockin' good news, too. Even though he was a butthead to tease me like that for months on end.
So, I'm going to TRY to blog more often. Maybe that'll get my mind rolling in a writing and yet positive direction. I did just spend some time re-reading some posts back from May. That kinda spurred me into really missing the blog and the thoughts that I put down and the freedom of yammering away to whomever is willing to listen, whomever isn't tired of my excuses and my total and complete lack of self-discipline. Ugh.
I do miss my interactions with you guys. I hope you haven't deserted me yet.
~much love~
18 comments:
Funny how writing is both a passion for writers and real work for them. Keep writing! And thanks for a new post.
Jeez, chickie! I thought you'd fallen off the face of the earth!! Or committed a crime and decided to go into hiding... Get off your butt and get back to work. If I have to, you have to!
I just checked out your site. Very slick and cool!
It could be worse ... you could have to rebuild your workstation like I did. :( Long story ... but I'm back up on the Internet and things are nice and clean :).
Except for my humor ... which reminds me ...
Guy is sitting in a plane next to a parrot. The parrot yells out to the flight attendant, "Get me a martini, bitch!" The attendant comes over with the martini and the guy says, "Can I get a coffee please?"
Five minutes later, the parrot yells, "Hey bitch! Bring me another martini now!" So the attendant comes back with a martini and the guy says, "Uh ... can I get that coffee now?"
Five minutes later, the guy has had it. He yells out, "Hey, you insolent cow! I want my coffee and I want it now!" The flight attendant comes back, grabs the guy and the parrot and throws them both off the plane.
The parrot turns to the guy and says, "You know, for someone who can't fly, you've got a real smart mouth!"
Hello, butthead here :) and frankly I think it's time I get mean...
Excuses are like ... well people like me ... everyone gets stuck with one (or several) so get off the pot, put down the fun reading and write.
Write good, write bad, but write. Don't edit, write. Don't go back and read, just write. Don't let that neat book on writing or another’s writing become a crutch, write.
When you've written all that is hopefully bouncing around in bits and pieces, go back over what you've got in front of you, move it around, flesh out the new ideas and move those that don't fit to another document for yet another day.
But as I read once and believe it, the imagination and writing are just like anything else, the more you use them the better they get. If you can’t find a hook to write a story, pull from your past, something your kids told you, the hooters shirt, whatever you need to, no have to, in order to write.
For every excuse you find, you owe yourself another page of writing. An excuse is just another log on the fire of doubt, another nail in your career. Are you a writer or a reader? Write or read. I’m able to do multiple things, but reading a story from a book and writing one of my own is beyond my ability.
Write.
And if you think you can’t
WRITE anyway.
Turn a nursery rhyme into a lewd seduction, the characters now adults and getting busy. But write.
And if you still can’t write…you’ve got only one excuse…you didn’t try hard enough…the rest just delusions to make yourself feel better.
You know who
Much as I hate to agree with a butthead, D is right. Write!
(We have't all deserted your post-less blog. And DO quit smoking. You owe it to yourself.)
Enough advice and preaching. Good to see you back.
John
Man, sounds like this could be my blog. If you don't mind, I think I'll run home and take butthead's advice with me.
speaking of Janet Evanovich ... check this site out
http://chainreading.com/
I don't mind at all. I'm a big enough butthead for everyone *chuckle*
You got that right, d.
Hey Brenda,
Good luck on the smoking thing. I quit and it was hard but very worth it.
And write. Damn it. Write.
Gina ;)
Glad to see your posting again. Never get tired of listening. I enjoy reading what you post and look forward to reading more of your writings too!
Butthead's advice, er, I mean "D"s advice, is right on the money. Seems we've been down this path before, haven't we?
What happened to your promise to blog if nothing else? It's been nearly three weeks . . . where are you?
It's taken me a long time to get into writing something new, but finally I am.
Get writing, Brenda. Or d is right ... you'll have no one to blame but yourself.
(And we'd never desert you.)
Naaaa... we're all still here, and still looking for that new post!!
Happy Thanksgiving Brenda!
Dessert? I'll have the German chocolate cake, thanks!!
Happy Turkey Day
of course, I didn't have turkey :)
I am wondering how you made it through your first thanksgiving without a cigarette after dinner.
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Nothing worse than seeing a Blog die.
Watch out for the cobwebs and dust.
D
What's worse is watching dreams die. At least I'm sparing you all that, right? I'm thoughtful that way.
D, come on mirc. I need you.
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