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Aug 17, 2010 22:28

I feel like sometimes, when I put my mind to it, I have some legitmately interesting things to write about and things to say about various topics. Especially after an afternoon/evening of romantic comedies and 3-4 glasses a wine (heyyy who's counting??!). Anyway, it makes me think that I should write a blog that I write in more frequently, that I share with my family and friends, rather than this one that I treat as a diary and hope that only 3 of you read it (Nick, Andrea, and Rachel). Which is ridiculous, because, let's be real here, when was the last time I spoke to any of you in person or even on the phone? Why is that I feel so comfortable bearing my soul to you three? Maybe because you haven't left LJ yet either. Others have gone and grown up, upgraded to blogspot or Facebook or no blogs at all. And yet we are still here. It's like the Neverland of the blogging world. I've been writing here for over 7 years. That's a common law marriage right there. Apparently this will be my 955th post (we'll celebrate for the 1,000). I can't just leave now.

Anyway, the point of this post is that I still want to write something meaningful. I read this blog, http://20-nothings.blogspot.com, and the author, Jessie, has become somewhat of an inspiration to me. She writes 3 times a week and has been working on turning her blog into a TV series. She's moving to LA on September 1st. Now, I've never thought that writing would be my sole source of income, but the idea of writing a novel, more than likely chick lit, is so exciting. Writing a novel and opening up a bakery are my big dreams in life. They are creative, risky, difficult, and incredibley rewarding ventures. Counseling is all that too, but in a very different way. I guess the writing and the baking represents my creative side. I want an avenue to just express myself. I think I do that best in written word and baked goods.

Well, that's all for this evening. I have to get up early tomorrow to babysit my adorable, yet crazy, 4 year old cousin. For 8 hours. Sigh. At least I'm pretty sure my aunt is paying me since she told me she had a "job" for me and said that if I couldn't babysit, then she could get the regular daycare/sitter woman from the school year to do it since my aunt is going back to her job at the school tomorrow. I wish I were going to work at a school tomorrow...

Until next time...
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