Ya'll, I've been busy writing. I've been writing everywhere but here. Plus, the internet is time-sucking my life away and I need a twelve-step program. In an active effort to change it up, I have resorted to paper and pencil and scribbled notes crammed in the bottom of my purse. I have outlined and plotted and charted my way through a storyline. And then in a fit of impatience, I went back and read everything that I had so far. And you know what? It's crap. Complete and utter overworked and stale crapola. But, it was practice and got me back in the habit of writing a small bit every day. It taught me to be a little more aware of my surroundings and the everyday language that I encounter.
Maybe I should try writing something less lofty. Lower my standards. Write what I know.
Today's work events and an earlier Facebook thread prompted me to discover my next Great American Novel:
Or How Not To Act In A Retail Enviroment
Chapter One: Please Bathe
Chapter Two: I don't need business or love advice from a guy selling purses out of a van.
Chapter Three: Yes, I look like that girl you used to know, but she didn't like you either.
Chapter Four: Toothpaste and it's common uses.
What? It's a work in progress. Or I need more sleep. It's really hard to say at this point...