I read somewhere that if you write every day, even if it's just a diary entry like this, you can call yourself a writer. Well ... guess what?
I am a writer.
I write everyday. I may not post here. Sometimes, it's just in my novel, sometimes it's in a regular bound journal. I write daily.
My thoughts are a twisted jumble inside my head sometimes. My brain has ADD when it comes to organizing those thoughts. I try to focus on one thing and then ... poof, before I know it my brain has gone off on it's own tangent somewhere. I often have to write what's on my mind. It could be a total word vomit just to get stuff off my chest/mind. Sometimes, I just don't feel like venting to people around me. I guess this blog would also be considered a way to vent.
So ... I guess I achieved one of my life's goals. I'm a writer. I'm sort of a published writer. I had two articles published in our local paper when I was in high school. I don't know if that counts. Oh, I'd love to see my book in print, on the shelves in the wild. I think I could die happy at that point. It's a dream I have had since I was a child, the only one still sort of attainable if I hunker down and put my mind to it. Woo! Go me.
In other news: I felt pretty darn awful last night. I had the chills, my head felt like it was in a fog. I slept like a rock. I overslept and missed my workout at the class but ... obviously my body didn't want to hear my alarm going off. I came to work early and have been sucking down the water like I am in a desert.
My throat is KILLING me. The left side nodes feel all swollen. Which is a little unnerving. I haven't had something lumpy like that in my neck since my tumor hung out in there. But, those thoughts will not be taking root. I think I'm just starting to get a cold or something. But, man, it hurts really bad. It's getting hard to swallow.
No. I'm not calling my doctor. It's just a cold.
Yes. I know I need to take different precautions than a normal person but, it's just a cold. I know it's a cold. I don't feel like anything else is going on there that would need my doctor to get involved. This comes from having a very good understanding of how my body feels since I've spent the two years analyzing every little twinge inside me.
I'm off on Wednesday and Thursday. I have a lot of home chores to do so I will be close to home to get the rest that may be needed if I get sick. I can do the most important of the chores and then spend the rest of the time on my ass.
I shake my fist at my body. I had such great plans for this week. Working out daily ... now it will just be walking daily (and my squats). I'm on day 5 no soda. At day 7 the sugar will be going bye-bye. At day 14, bye bye bread! I figure if I do this in sections, it will make things easier.
Do you know what I want to do right now?
Doesn't that look heavenly?
Man, I really don't feel good. Damn you germs!!!! Stay away!!
Anyway, I was just wanting to come here and make this wonderful revelation. I am, in fact, a writer! Maybe if I say it enough, I'll get past this writer's block and get back into that novel so that I can get some rejection letters to frame for my house. After all, J. K. Rowling was turned down a dozen or so times before anyone paid attention to Harry Potter.
Anything can happen if you believe it can.
Now. I need to believe.
I am a writer.