For some reason, this year I feel like I should be going back to school. Which is funny, since the last time I went "back to school" was six years ago. I feel like I should be moving all my meager possessions into a dorm room, plastering my wall with pictures and enjoying the general brouhaha of fellow students re-getting to know each other after a long summer break. As boring as it was, syllabus day was always one of the best. Your slate was clean and your work for the semester was all spelled out. Classes and professors hadn't lost their charm. You were on the cusp of being overwhelmed, but the feeling was just like that of riding to the apex of a rollercoaster before tipping over the edge. Oh, and all of your supplies and notebooks were new and fresh.
I am glad that I am done with school, but I do miss the excitement of starting a new year. Being an adult brings a massive amount of sameness to your year; every week is generally the same as the week before. I'm sure things will change when my kids start going to school, but until then, I have to live vicariously through back-to-school commercials on tv.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Aspiring, Perspiring
I have a goal. Or a dream.
To write.
I tried to make it practical in college, by becoming a journalism major. I had even been encouraged to go into journalism because the media needs good, solid Christian voices. However, I hate the media, and have no desire to be swallowed up in that world. So I kind of gave up on the idea of writing, because trying to make it as a non-journalistic writer is very hard and unpractical.
But then I became a stay-at-home mom. I'm not pulling in any income anyway, so what have I got to lose by trying to earn money by writing? Nothing but my pride.
Apparently I have more pride than I thought, because even now I hesitate to put things out there, lest they be rejected.
Anyway, to be a writer, the most important thing I've learned so far is that you have to not not write. For some reason that is easier for me to understand than by just saying you have to write. When I sit down to write, I get slammed with writer's block. When I sit down to not not write, words flow like a mighty Colorado creek.
This blog is dedicated to not not writing. We'll see what happens.
To write.
I tried to make it practical in college, by becoming a journalism major. I had even been encouraged to go into journalism because the media needs good, solid Christian voices. However, I hate the media, and have no desire to be swallowed up in that world. So I kind of gave up on the idea of writing, because trying to make it as a non-journalistic writer is very hard and unpractical.
But then I became a stay-at-home mom. I'm not pulling in any income anyway, so what have I got to lose by trying to earn money by writing? Nothing but my pride.
Apparently I have more pride than I thought, because even now I hesitate to put things out there, lest they be rejected.
Anyway, to be a writer, the most important thing I've learned so far is that you have to not not write. For some reason that is easier for me to understand than by just saying you have to write. When I sit down to write, I get slammed with writer's block. When I sit down to not not write, words flow like a mighty Colorado creek.
This blog is dedicated to not not writing. We'll see what happens.
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