I really feel blogged out. Since my blog began I have told my readers about my childhood, my adulthood, pop culture, basically my take on everything. I have a mistress though---my book, my story, that I am still trying to finish. It consumes most of my days, unless I take a break.
Playing card games used to be my break, watching TV, now it has become Face book and that requires more use of my finger, my book writing finger. Not good. I stopped my blog once, just hit the "delete" button and that was that. Then all Hell broke loose in my liberal world: a woman and black man were running for president of the U.S.---back to blogging.
There was an episode of the TV show House this week where a writer needs a brain aneurysm removed, but she insists on putting it off for her reader's sake. She just HAS to finish the story she is on. Now, when I started this blog I doubted anyone would read or care about my musings, but you surprised me. Now, I too feel a duty to my readers. However, there is a story bigger than this blog to be told.
For those of you who have not heard about 'my story," (I once published a draft on this blog but have since removed it, an thanks to those who gave me feedback.) it is about a true sexual harassment incident at my job with the city of Seattle. I will name names. People will be angry. If I do it right, the story might open some minds and hearts, and of course that is my goal.
Once I was so close to being FINISHED, then I ordered court documents from the trial and wow, learned a lot I never knew or could have imagined---it changed everything and a new story was necessary. So since then (that was around 2008 right before all Hell broke loose with my health) I have over 100 pages of COURT DOCUMENTS (and if you are at all familiar with them---they are a pain in the as*) that I need to edit and incorporated into my story.
Do I ever say, "If only I didn't have MS!" YES! haven't all of us with MS or some health problem said or thought that? Alas, I do, and so my one finger and I will move slowly along until I expire or I forget what I'm writing about.
Well, here we are. I am writing about writing. Interesting as watching a slug take its last breath. Don't want to pull an Andy Rooney and mean good bye, when I say good bye, but soon the time will come. I am boring MYSELF with my musings and that is a bad thing. New blogs are cropping (cropping?) up all the time. I don't have time to even read my daily favorites anymore!
See, how boring was this? I do promise you that any book I get published will NOT be boring. In fact, no matter how often I read my story about my job and the 'incident' it is never boring to me.
Sun is rising, beautiful red, another gorgeous Seattle day. Cheers!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Blogged Out and Boring Myself
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I really feel blogged out. Since my blog began I have told my readers about my childhood, my adulthood, pop culture, basically my take on everything. I have a mistress though---my book, my story, that I am still trying to finish. It consumes most of my days, unless I take a break.
Playing card games used to be my break, watching TV, now it has become Face book and that requires more use of my finger, my book writing finger. Not good. I stopped my blog once, just hit the "delete" button and that was that. Then all Hell broke loose in my liberal world: a woman and black man were running for president of the U.S.---back to blogging.
There was an episode of the TV show House this week where a writer needs a brain aneurysm removed, but she insists on putting it off for her reader's sake. She just HAS to finish the story she is on. Now, when I started this blog I doubted anyone would read or care about my musings, but you surprised me. Now, I too feel a duty to my readers. However, there is a story bigger than this blog to be told.
For those of you who have not heard about 'my story," (I once published a draft on this blog but have since removed it, an thanks to those who gave me feedback.) it is about a true sexual harassment incident at my job with the city of Seattle. I will name names. People will be angry. If I do it right, the story might open some minds and hearts, and of course that is my goal.
Once I was so close to being FINISHED, then I ordered court documents from the trial and wow, learned a lot I never knew or could have imagined---it changed everything and a new story was necessary. So since then (that was around 2008 right before all Hell broke loose with my health) I have over 100 pages of COURT DOCUMENTS (and if you are at all familiar with them---they are a pain in the as*) that I need to edit and incorporated into my story.
Do I ever say, "If only I didn't have MS!" YES! haven't all of us with MS or some health problem said or thought that? Alas, I do, and so my one finger and I will move slowly along until I expire or I forget what I'm writing about.
Well, here we are. I am writing about writing. Interesting as watching a slug take its last breath. Don't want to pull an Andy Rooney and mean good bye, when I say good bye, but soon the time will come. I am boring MYSELF with my musings and that is a bad thing. New blogs are cropping (cropping?) up all the time. I don't have time to even read my daily favorites anymore!
See, how boring was this? I do promise you that any book I get published will NOT be boring. In fact, no matter how often I read my story about my job and the 'incident' it is never boring to me.
Sun is rising, beautiful red, another gorgeous Seattle day. Cheers!
I really feel blogged out. Since my blog began I have told my readers about my childhood, my adulthood, pop culture, basically my take on everything. I have a mistress though---my book, my story, that I am still trying to finish. It consumes most of my days, unless I take a break.
Playing card games used to be my break, watching TV, now it has become Face book and that requires more use of my finger, my book writing finger. Not good. I stopped my blog once, just hit the "delete" button and that was that. Then all Hell broke loose in my liberal world: a woman and black man were running for president of the U.S.---back to blogging.
There was an episode of the TV show House this week where a writer needs a brain aneurysm removed, but she insists on putting it off for her reader's sake. She just HAS to finish the story she is on. Now, when I started this blog I doubted anyone would read or care about my musings, but you surprised me. Now, I too feel a duty to my readers. However, there is a story bigger than this blog to be told.
For those of you who have not heard about 'my story," (I once published a draft on this blog but have since removed it, an thanks to those who gave me feedback.) it is about a true sexual harassment incident at my job with the city of Seattle. I will name names. People will be angry. If I do it right, the story might open some minds and hearts, and of course that is my goal.
Once I was so close to being FINISHED, then I ordered court documents from the trial and wow, learned a lot I never knew or could have imagined---it changed everything and a new story was necessary. So since then (that was around 2008 right before all Hell broke loose with my health) I have over 100 pages of COURT DOCUMENTS (and if you are at all familiar with them---they are a pain in the as*) that I need to edit and incorporated into my story.
Do I ever say, "If only I didn't have MS!" YES! haven't all of us with MS or some health problem said or thought that? Alas, I do, and so my one finger and I will move slowly along until I expire or I forget what I'm writing about.
Well, here we are. I am writing about writing. Interesting as watching a slug take its last breath. Don't want to pull an Andy Rooney and mean good bye, when I say good bye, but soon the time will come. I am boring MYSELF with my musings and that is a bad thing. New blogs are cropping (cropping?) up all the time. I don't have time to even read my daily favorites anymore!
See, how boring was this? I do promise you that any book I get published will NOT be boring. In fact, no matter how often I read my story about my job and the 'incident' it is never boring to me.
Sun is rising, beautiful red, another gorgeous Seattle day. Cheers!
I really feel blogged out. Since my blog began I have told my readers about my childhood, my adulthood, pop culture, basically my take on everything. I have a mistress though---my book, my story, that I am still trying to finish. It consumes most of my days, unless I take a break.
Playing card games used to be my break, watching TV, now it has become Face book and that requires more use of my finger, my book writing finger. Not good. I stopped my blog once, just hit the "delete" button and that was that. Then all Hell broke loose in my liberal world: a woman and black man were running for president of the U.S.---back to blogging.
There was an episode of the TV show House this week where a writer needs a brain aneurysm removed, but she insists on putting it off for her reader's sake. She just HAS to finish the story she is on. Now, when I started this blog I doubted anyone would read or care about my musings, but you surprised me. Now, I too feel a duty to my readers. However, there is a story bigger than this blog to be told.
For those of you who have not heard about 'my story," (I once published a draft on this blog but have since removed it, an thanks to those who gave me feedback.) it is about a true sexual harassment incident at my job with the city of Seattle. I will name names. People will be angry. If I do it right, the story might open some minds and hearts, and of course that is my goal.
Once I was so close to being FINISHED, then I ordered court documents from the trial and wow, learned a lot I never knew or could have imagined---it changed everything and a new story was necessary. So since then (that was around 2008 right before all Hell broke loose with my health) I have over 100 pages of COURT DOCUMENTS (and if you are at all familiar with them---they are a pain in the as*) that I need to edit and incorporated into my story.
Do I ever say, "If only I didn't have MS!" YES! haven't all of us with MS or some health problem said or thought that? Alas, I do, and so my one finger and I will move slowly along until I expire or I forget what I'm writing about.
Well, here we are. I am writing about writing. Interesting as watching a slug take its last breath. Don't want to pull an Andy Rooney and mean good bye, when I say good bye, but soon the time will come. I am boring MYSELF with my musings and that is a bad thing. New blogs are cropping (cropping?) up all the time. I don't have time to even read my daily favorites anymore!
See, how boring was this? I do promise you that any book I get published will NOT be boring. In fact, no matter how often I read my story about my job and the 'incident' it is never boring to me.
Sun is rising, beautiful red, another gorgeous Seattle day. Cheers!
I really feel blogged out. Since my blog began I have told my readers about my childhood, my adulthood, pop culture, basically my take on everything. I have a mistress though---my book, my story, that I am still trying to finish. It consumes most of my days, unless I take a break.
Playing card games used to be my break, watching TV, now it has become Face book and that requires more use of my finger, my book writing finger. Not good. I stopped my blog once, just hit the "delete" button and that was that. Then all Hell broke loose in my liberal world: a woman and black man were running for president of the U.S.---back to blogging.
There was an episode of the TV show House this week where a writer needs a brain aneurysm removed, but she insists on putting it off for her reader's sake. She just HAS to finish the story she is on. Now, when I started this blog I doubted anyone would read or care about my musings, but you surprised me. Now, I too feel a duty to my readers. However, there is a story bigger than this blog to be told.
For those of you who have not heard about 'my story," (I once published a draft on this blog but have since removed it, an thanks to those who gave me feedback.) it is about a true sexual harassment incident at my job with the city of Seattle. I will name names. People will be angry. If I do it right, the story might open some minds and hearts, and of course that is my goal.
Once I was so close to being FINISHED, then I ordered court documents from the trial and wow, learned a lot I never knew or could have imagined---it changed everything and a new story was necessary. So since then (that was around 2008 right before all Hell broke loose with my health) I have over 100 pages of COURT DOCUMENTS (and if you are at all familiar with them---they are a pain in the as*) that I need to edit and incorporated into my story.
Do I ever say, "If only I didn't have MS!" YES! haven't all of us with MS or some health problem said or thought that? Alas, I do, and so my one finger and I will move slowly along until I expire or I forget what I'm writing about.
Well, here we are. I am writing about writing. Interesting as watching a slug take its last breath. Don't want to pull an Andy Rooney and mean good bye, when I say good bye, but soon the time will come. I am boring MYSELF with my musings and that is a bad thing. New blogs are cropping (cropping?) up all the time. I don't have time to even read my daily favorites anymore!
See, how boring was this? I do promise you that any book I get published will NOT be boring. In fact, no matter how often I read my story about my job and the 'incident' it is never boring to me.
Sun is rising, beautiful red, another gorgeous Seattle day. Cheers!
I really feel blogged out. Since my blog began I have told my readers about my childhood, my adulthood, pop culture, basically my take on everything. I have a mistress though---my book, my story, that I am still trying to finish. It consumes most of my days, unless I take a break.
Playing card games used to be my break, watching TV, now it has become Face book and that requires more use of my finger, my book writing finger. Not good. I stopped my blog once, just hit the "delete" button and that was that. Then all Hell broke loose in my liberal world: a woman and black man were running for president of the U.S.---back to blogging.
There was an episode of the TV show House this week where a writer needs a brain aneurysm removed, but she insists on putting it off for her reader's sake. She just HAS to finish the story she is on. Now, when I started this blog I doubted anyone would read or care about my musings, but you surprised me. Now, I too feel a duty to my readers. However, there is a story bigger than this blog to be told.
For those of you who have not heard about 'my story," (I once published a draft on this blog but have since removed it, an thanks to those who gave me feedback.) it is about a true sexual harassment incident at my job with the city of Seattle. I will name names. People will be angry. If I do it right, the story might open some minds and hearts, and of course that is my goal.
Once I was so close to being FINISHED, then I ordered court documents from the trial and wow, learned a lot I never knew or could have imagined---it changed everything and a new story was necessary. So since then (that was around 2008 right before all Hell broke loose with my health) I have over 100 pages of COURT DOCUMENTS (and if you are at all familiar with them---they are a pain in the as*) that I need to edit and incorporated into my story.
Do I ever say, "If only I didn't have MS!" YES! haven't all of us with MS or some health problem said or thought that? Alas, I do, and so my one finger and I will move slowly along until I expire or I forget what I'm writing about.
Well, here we are. I am writing about writing. Interesting as watching a slug take its last breath. Don't want to pull an Andy Rooney and mean good bye, when I say good bye, but soon the time will come. I am boring MYSELF with my musings and that is a bad thing. New blogs are cropping (cropping?) up all the time. I don't have time to even read my daily favorites anymore!
See, how boring was this? I do promise you that any book I get published will NOT be boring. In fact, no matter how often I read my story about my job and the 'incident' it is never boring to me.
Sun is rising, beautiful red, another gorgeous Seattle day. Cheers!
I really feel blogged out. Since my blog began I have told my readers about my childhood, my adulthood, pop culture, basically my take on everything. I have a mistress though---my book, my story, that I am still trying to finish. It consumes most of my days, unless I take a break.
Playing card games used to be my break, watching TV, now it has become Face book and that requires more use of my finger, my book writing finger. Not good. I stopped my blog once, just hit the "delete" button and that was that. Then all Hell broke loose in my liberal world: a woman and black man were running for president of the U.S.---back to blogging.
There was an episode of the TV show House this week where a writer needs a brain aneurysm removed, but she insists on putting it off for her reader's sake. She just HAS to finish the story she is on. Now, when I started this blog I doubted anyone would read or care about my musings, but you surprised me. Now, I too feel a duty to my readers. However, there is a story bigger than this blog to be told.
For those of you who have not heard about 'my story," (I once published a draft on this blog but have since removed it, an thanks to those who gave me feedback.) it is about a true sexual harassment incident at my job with the city of Seattle. I will name names. People will be angry. If I do it right, the story might open some minds and hearts, and of course that is my goal.
Once I was so close to being FINISHED, then I ordered court documents from the trial and wow, learned a lot I never knew or could have imagined---it changed everything and a new story was necessary. So since then (that was around 2008 right before all Hell broke loose with my health) I have over 100 pages of COURT DOCUMENTS (and if you are at all familiar with them---they are a pain in the as*) that I need to edit and incorporated into my story.
Do I ever say, "If only I didn't have MS!" YES! haven't all of us with MS or some health problem said or thought that? Alas, I do, and so my one finger and I will move slowly along until I expire or I forget what I'm writing about.
Well, here we are. I am writing about writing. Interesting as watching a slug take its last breath. Don't want to pull an Andy Rooney and mean good bye, when I say good bye, but soon the time will come. I am boring MYSELF with my musings and that is a bad thing. New blogs are cropping (cropping?) up all the time. I don't have time to even read my daily favorites anymore!
See, how boring was this? I do promise you that any book I get published will NOT be boring. In fact, no matter how often I read my story about my job and the 'incident' it is never boring to me.
Sun is rising, beautiful red, another gorgeous Seattle day. Cheers!
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