Rambling on at 2am

These days, I honestly wonder what happened to the girl who thought that she could do anything. Who genuinely believed that the world was her very own oyster. Life has been pretty cruel to me. It has thrown me high balls and curve balls, given me black eyes and cellulite, constantly doomed relationships and massive heartache. All this with a scenic route. I don't know if I am really all that grateful for the scenic route. I think the autobahn would have been just fine for some of the places I had to get to!
Needless to say. Here I am. Chock-full of nothing but experience. I'm not even sure I learned the lessons I was supposed to learn. It sucks that there's no grading on the curve. That in life, you just keep taking the stupid test until you ace it. I must be as thick as a door stump, because I recognize this class. Here I go again.

The Trouble with Thinking

I am having trouble stringing thoughts together. No, stringing ideas together. I have hit a brick wall in more ways than one. Everything has come to a massive stand still. My business, my writing… To be fair, the only thing that's looking up is the job front. It looks like I will finally be earning enough money to feel frivolous again. Oh Joy.

But my stories continue to suffer. I am over thinking it. Thinking too much. It almost makes me wish that I could revert to writing in notepads/books. But of course I can't, because I have gotten so used to the spell check and auto-correction button that I bet I can't even spell my name right! Actually, the English Dictionary always spells my name wrong so scratch that, but you know what I mean. I am lost without the auto-dictionary.

I am thinking very seriously of joining one of those sites that make you write a certain number of words a day or they kill you. Something drastic to get me to sit in front of my laptop and pound at the keys. Maybe I should do it and see what comes out. Should be fun.

 

I am over thinking all my plot lines