Monday, April 21, 2014

I am a writer

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.

1 comment:

  1. You are absolutely a writer. If ever you hear yourself saying, "I just write a blog," remind yourself that people who may never comment are coming here searching for you to give a voice, words to what they feel but don't have the ability to express. You are an excellent writer and I look forward to your posts always!