The “e” on my keyboard is sort of chipping away, and there’s a definite greying of the white-on-black lettering. I guess I’m a big fan of words with the letter “e” in them. And I’m proud of the fact that this keyboard scar is the result of a year-and-a-half of typing furiously and trying to launch a writing career.
Blogging, more blogging, ghost-writing, script-writing, email sending, and writing about American Idol. If I’ve done anything, I’ve proven that I can stick to this. And considering, since I was much, much younger, I’ve only ever wanted to write and create things, the mere fact I’m doing it still (pretty much daily), feels like an accomplishment.
Have I purchased a boat and named that boat something cleverly veiling that my writing royalites paid for it …something like “Type O Positive” or “The Write Stuff?” Nope. Not yet. But considering I have a big family keeping me busy, a full time job, and a wicked addiction to this thing called “sleep”, I feel pretty good about the dozen or so loyal readers I have and all the positive comments I’ve received.
Of course, you know, I’m still toiling away at spunkybean, writing my American Idol recaps, and trying to contribute at least a few additional things each week.
And then there’s the Mel Robbins blog, which I was going to ghost-write, but it turned out to be easier writing in my own voice, but trying to mostly agree with and compliment the wise and wonderful Mel Robbins.
But when I really, really feel like ghost-writing, there’s the blog at success.com. I won’t say whom I wrote something for, but let’s just say at one point I referenced “my husband Chris and I” and for those who know me, you know my husband’s name isn’t Chris. And for those really, really close to me, you probably know that I don’t even have a husband. Yikes. I hate sharing my personal life this way.
And finally, there’s this blog. An ode to my ego and my inner thoughts. Because my Facebook and Twitter posts just aren’t enough. Not only do I want the world to know when I’m sad about the fact it’s raining, or that I’m ready for the weekend, I also want them to know about my hair, my writing, and, well, pretty much everything I do and think. Thanks for stopping by and clicking around.