Recently, I’ve been a bit blushy (this is a word) after receiving some highly undeserved praise and encouragement for my writing. I’m never sure what to do with the compliments. It’s a bit like hearing all of your hopes whispered into one ear while balancing it against reality. So, let me first say “thanks” to those folks and then finish with some “bless your hearts”. I admit, I do feel somewhat guilty for not writing, but the truth is I don’t have a good story to tell. Right now, when I think of writing, it manifests into rants. I seem to walk a weird line between telling anecdotes and screaming about perceived injustices – no real middle ground. Unfortunately, I live in that middle ground and when it comes to writing about it I struggle. I just find it boring. It’s the land of the uneventful – the mundane – the grocery store adventures, the long drives between destinations, the day-to-day. I’ve always relied on my knack for tweaking the details to make the mundane more entertaining, but I guess I’m a bit blocked. I blame the rants that are clogging up the works.
So, I guess this is warning of sorts that I may come blasting out on my blog. Thankfully, I’ll only offend a few of my 10 readers. You guys may want to just skip the next few posts. Once I get all of that out of my system, I can go back to topics like:
- Celebrating Dad’s 70th Birthday: A Perfect Rainy Day (Aside: huge love to Ernie for sending Dad a special card that really made his day – that card now has a special place on the fridge)
- Fist-bumping cashiers in Centerville, TX
- Auditions for my upcoming shoot – thank you, ONE guy
- New job!
- There’s Always a Cop When You Need One: Cackling at Other’s Misfortune (well, he pulled out into my lane and just stopped there) – whoops, I think I just told the story.
- Sewing with feathers
Until then, brace yourself for “Who is Your Mother: Why I “Love” Drunks” – the working title of the rant that’s in my head.
I think the winter brought the feverish rants to many. Sun would be great, (dark clouds looming as I speak) but please hold off the furnace heat for a bit.
Get that spring lamb out in front!
A little sunny warmth would be lovely. I spent the weekend in East Texas where the rain came down in buckets and I will say I wish some of that had dropped on Austin. Our sago palm is looking a bit pitiful.