It’s a, I don’t really know why, but, I want to do it anyway, blog.
Sometimes it’s about quilt making.
Sometimes it’s about jewelry making.
And, sometimes, but not often, it’s about writing.
Right now I wish it were about photography.
Why is Mickey so small!
O.K. that’s marginally better. Don’t ask me how I did it, I’ve already forgotten.
I did it once before, with this instagram,
but, you can call me Lizzy Arbuckle if I can remember how I did it.
Anyway, back to the writing.
I’ve noticed recently that when I approach something knowing I will fail, I give up.
Not big news to everyone, I know, but I’m kind of just getting it here.
The nano thing mo went out the window after a few days. I know, I said it wouldn’t this time, but, you see, I can explain.
O.K. I can’t explain, but, I really feel I must fess up because it’s been eating me away, because I said I’d do it and I didn’t, because I wanted to do it, and I just don’t get what happened, because, this time, my little book was going to make it big, and, because there are many, many more becauses. (I wanted to use semi colons there, but, I just couldn’t get my finger to brave it).
It was going oh so well.
I laughed, I schemed, I fretted over the story line.
I talked in strange voices to myself. I pondered the logistics of being a hag in today’s society. I cracked myself up.
I enjoyed every moment and didn’t want to leave.
Why did it have to end so brutally?
What did I ever do to me to deserve this?
Am I going to give up on everything just because I don’t think I can do it?
No d^*# it!
As Gandalf says, this too shall pass. Hang on, it was, you shall not pass, wasn’t it?
Oh well. Whatever’s going to, or wants to, pass needs to do it now because it’s enough already.
I will finish my book if it’s the last thing I do!
See, there’s the problem, right there.
Steer away from them at all times as they will gobble you up and spit you out, defeated, despondent, depressed, and all the other d words you can think of, except dessert, and, dogs, and daffodils, because those are nice things, except if you’re trying to lose weight or the dog bites you or you suffer from hay fever, then you can add those d words to the list of bad d words so long as you keep it on your side of the complaining.
What does this all mean you ask?
Nothing really, except sometimes I want to just do things because I love to do them and not because I think I will be good at them.
(Remember the semi colon dilemma?)
Sometimes I want to give myself a break and just enjoy myself.
(Still worrying about the semi colon).
Sometimes I don’t want to live by the rules I’ve so precisely written up for myself.
(Or what the semi colon has written up for me).
this is why you should finish your book people.
Don’t give up just because you think you will fail.
Get out there and do the things you love and quit complaining.
(When I’ve figured out how to do that I’ll let you know …)
The reality is, I’ve still got five days to make my fifty thousand words.
That’s only 46,372 words to go
– if we’re talking absolutes of course.
Oh, and by the way, James didn’t quite save the world, but, he did look rather stunning as he didn’t do it.
(How come he get’s to be bigger than Mickey…)