I like writing. Documenting my life. Good & bad. Because my memory is awful. But writing, though it may be biased since it’s based on the writer’s opinion & his or her’s life-colored glasses, is real. Writing makes life real. Like pictures. It all exists because it’s captured in either words or images. So if nothing else exists, those captured moments of words &/or pictures exist.
Anyone can write. How many people out there would like to have a published book of some sort out there in their lifetime? I do. I would like that very much. Whether it’s of me over-dramatizing my life or a picture book or heck, recently I’ve been contemplating doing a children’s book. Yup, a children’s book. Why? Because heck, I can’t finish a project. Yes, it’s the truth. On this laptop right now there’s probably at least 3-5 incomplete pieces I’ve started at some point in my life. Not to mention all the others that were scribbled into notebooks or random pieces of paper that I never bothered to type up. Those were thrown out during spring cleaning or whatever random cleaning my mother decided to do whenever. So I had a dream of a children’s book a few nights ago about olives & have been toying with the idea ever since. Even attempted a start at it.
– Shorter than a novel of any kind.
– Barely needs to have words.
– Could just contain a word here or there with pictures.
Cons or well, major CON:
– I can’t draw for the life of me. Not if it involves anything besides shapes. I can’t even draw proper stick figures. Yes, I’m that awful at drawing.
Anyway, the point was that I would like to have some kind of published book, or at this point, just a completed writing piece. Since that can’t seem to materialize, I woke up a couple of mornings ago thinking blogging might not be too awful a thing. It’ll give me practice writing. You know – figuring out where to properly place a comma & all that jazz as well as helping me to write consistently. That’s the hope, at least.
I have no idea what I’ll be writing about. Just random things, I imagine. Because I’m odd like that. Or, perhaps maybe random rants because I am an unnecessarily angry person just going through the motions of the day to get on by. Hmm, angry seems like such a strong … negative word. I’m not a violent person, not physically cruel or anything. I’m perhaps just more of a glass half-empty instead of full kinda gal. I am trying to be a more positive person. Enjoy the little things in life, stop & smell the roses or just simply take the time to notice said roses exist in the 1st place, but it’s really just easier for me to get annoyed instead of cracking a smile or breaking into a laugh. Ask my husband. Or, my brother. Perhaps writing on here will help me in that area too. I can try to capture the good times & not just the annoyances of life. Perhaps writing will be good for my soul. Ha! How cliche do I sound?!
Anywhoways, feel free to join me in this attempting-to-write-consistently journey, or whatever it is. We’ll see what it’ll turn into. Maybe if I manage, all these pieces can be combined into a book of some sort later on … wouldn’t that be awesome? Ah well, we’ll see. My goal is to just write. A piece a day would be ambitious but truth be told, I’m lazy. So realistically, maybe a piece a week?
Feel free to share thoughts, pointers, positivity … &/or negativity too. It’s all a learning process on my part. Welcome 🙂