
The Wannabe Writer: a person that fancies writing but has no dedication to finish a darned thing.
working on: "untitled at the moment" for NaNo 2006
please feel to leave many comments on my inability to spell or make a coherent thought
hungryI heard on the radio the other day (while I spent an hour and a half doing dishes) that it was supposed to snow tonight. Something like 6-10 inches. Goody. But I didn't think too much about it. Back in Chicago I was used to them saying snow all the time then almost never getting any.
But I decided it was time to prepare anyway. The kids all needed boots and snow suits and stuff so we went to Wally World and got the girls new snow pants and boots for Owen and Brenna. I couldn't find any that matched Meagan's winter attire (which is blue). So they are mostly set. All have coats and hats and gloves and scarves and snow pants. Well it is snowing and it is coming down hard and fast. (can snow come down hard?)
I'm hoping it's enough to cancel school. There is only a half day tomorrow and it is the PM Kindergarten's turn to go so Meagan has to be at the bus stop at 8am--yuck. I doubt it though. I'm not that lucky.
So what does this have to do with writing? Absolutely nothing, unless you count the fact that I'm writing about it. I still haven't wrote any more of my story. I just feel too stressed to concentrate on it. If I could just get some peace and quiet when I wasn't utterly exhausted.
I'm having a hard time getting the adult half of the story going. I don't know why, but I'm caring too much what the girls at the fan forum think. I should write this for me, no? Or do you write what your audience wants so they will read it? UGH. Maybe I need to stop reading the forum for awhile because everyone is just trashing the show and I'm still liking it and feel on the outside. I don't know anymore. I'll figure it out and I think it will come down to a mix of both. I'll give them a little of what they want but try to keep it in the realm of where I want the story to go. But, then again, if I feel I'm really losing my interest in it, I'll just write whatever the hell I want.
I am not entirely sure I made any sense in that last paragraph. Do I ever make sense? I rarely think so. My own thoughts are so jumbled I wonder how I dress myself in the morning or deal with the kids all day. I'm hungry. I just ate dinner at 6pm but I'm starving again. I think I'll go warm up another hamburger. The last one was so yummy.