Thursday, April 2, 2009

Narcissistic Self Expression

I believe I have something important to say. We all do, I suppose. My kids don't think I do. That's apparent because they rarely take my advise for anything. I forgive that. We all have to experience life on our own terms. I still give it out of obligation. If I think the direction they're taking is going to make life a little more difficult, I feel like I'm remiss if I don't let them know. What they do with it is up to them. I rarely say I told you so but I am guilty of not letting go that Ryan didn't go to college and Sona quit playing the violin. Back to why I'm here. I love to write. Always have. When I was a teenager, I had a big box of just stuff that I wrote and kept in my closet. If I dig through the house, I'll find a journal here and a journal there. Life gets a hold of me and I get really busy so I'm not very consistent. I prefer typing over hand writing. I can't write as fast as I think, but typing gets me closer than handwriting. Sometimes it's cathartic. If I have something digging at me and dragging me down, writing is a great way to get it out there and get to the center of it. Jerry is a huge encourager of that kind of writing but I tend to resist it. It's random and not cohesive. Something about it frustrates me. Maybe I should write about it to figure it out. I'm not writing on this blog for cathartic reasons, though. That kind of writing can't be sensored. I really like email when I'm working, especially if I'm working with an agent who is a little shy on professionalism or experience. One of my strong points is how well I can write a direct hand slapping without offending. I do it so well that they are puddy in my hands after receiving one of my correctional emails.Writing here is semi-anonymous. My possible readers are the kids, son and daughter-in-laws, kids friends and boyfriends, and a couple of nieces and nephews. Mostly people who think I'm old and would have little interest in checking my blog. There is a little bit of a theme to what I'm writing. I write to an imaginary friend that knows all of the players in my life but doesn't know much more about me. I do that because trying to explain who everyone is would dilute, be redundant, and bore me. I am the one I'm entertaining here. I keep it honest but somewhat sensored, just in case any of my readers read it. There isn't much new to them here anyway. Anyone who knows me knows most of what I'm writing. I'm not really the secretive type. Most of what goes into my head eventually comes out my mouth. I don't see a spell or grammar checker here, so I'm not concerning myself too much with that. I'm not worrying too much about punctuation or complete sentences, either. Sometimes incomplete sentences and bad punctuation convey a tone better, anyway. As a matter of fact, I'm not even putting a summary paragraph on here.

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