1- Write everything longhand first; on Tuesday type up the week’s writings
2- Write every day, no matter what
3- Finish a darned draft of something!
1- No more complaining about writing being hard/difficult/whatever
2- No more pressure to be the wonder blogger who comes up with fabulous posts every. single. time.
1- Smack me when I break blog rule #1
2- Laugh at me when I act stupid or immature
3- Have fun!
Did that last category get you worried there for a second? Sorry. It’s just all been on my mind lately.
To explain blog rule #1: No matter how trying writing may get, it’s nothing compared to the real life battles I’ve been through and survived relatively unscathed. Thus, I am no longer allowed to complain about writing because writing is fun and it’s my passion. Smack me if I complain. Or stop following the blog. That can act as a virtual slap.
Writing rule #1 may actually be eliminated. If last night was any indication, I’ll never get anywhere if I wait a week to type up everything I wrote. You see, I didn’t write yesterday. At least, not in the notebook that I use to write in. I’d written 900+ words the day before. But I didn’t type it out until yesterday. And I seriously changed so much of what I’d written. I added a couple hundred words to what I wrote, but the bulk of what’s in the computer is different from what I wrote longhand. So that rule will probably get thrown out the window. Sigh.
I’m thinking of having a contest but I honestly can’t come up with a prize. So it’s on hold. Feel free to put your cost-free prize ideas in the comments section, if you so desire. The only prize I can think of is entirely selfish and self-serving and I know that no one would want to compete for it so I probably won’t use it.
Fingers crossed I’ll have a job soon. Interviewed the other day. Just waiting. I’ll probably call and follow-up today. We’ll see. Another interview happening on Monday.
Yes, I’m rambling. I’ll stop now.
The best things on earth, the things I really really want:
What’s that? Nerd, you say? Why, yes, I do believe it an appropriate moniker.
Oh, and for the record, my mother really wants a Chia Obama. The commercial cracks her up every. single. time.