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Sep. 22nd, 2012 01:32 am
It's late. I'm bored. I'm praying the rain rains itself out tomorrow morning because my family is coming over for a barbecue in the late afternoon - if you can, cross fingers, toes, and other limbs for me because there's no way my family can fit into my tiny apartment, so if it's raining, we might be out in it. (Seriously.) Also, beer does not taste so great when you've had a minty flavoured med in your mouth. EWWWWW.
So, that's how this writing thing goes. I write one day, I miss the next. But I am reading my inspirational books. They're making me feel less scared of this thing eating at my soul. Who knows, I'm probably lousy at this whole writing thing, and likely to never make anything of it, but even when I couldn't write, it's all I think about (okay, that and food; fat people think about food with that same feeling of fear and loathing - at least I do).

My plan is to just keep on reading and rereading these books until, well, until. And my hope it to continue writing what bits I can manage until that same until. All I know is that babysteps are working. ...until they don't.
Ten minutes timed writing. Whinging, really. But I did it. And then my hand cramped. I do not forsee longer sessions for a little while.
I haven't written in over a year. And every time I sit down to write I have mild panic. Why am I afraid to write?
It's been ages since I posted anything. I don't know why I find it so hard to blog. I guess my life isn't all that exciting. But I love to read everyone else's blogs (oh, the voyeur in me comes out!).

This is my first post here on Dreamwidth. I'm curious to see if it cross-posts without trouble.

Hrm. The coming year. I don't know what to say about it. I feel I should have some wonderous resolutions or something profound to say about it. Alas, I have neither. I think I'm just going to try and make this coming year better than the last. It would be nice to feel a little more in control of my life. I don't quite know how to bring that one to fruition, but I'll try.

The kid turns 13 this year and she's already feeling her teenagery self. Oh, the hormones! Love her, but there are days. I really don't know how people live through these years - and I still have the bulk of them to go. Aieee!

Anyway, how's your life going?

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