This is at least the fourth blog I've had. I always lose steam. Now I'm out of practice, writing, and my brain is getting mushier and less sponge-like as the days roll by. Here's my latest stab at having a creative outlet.
The irony is I'm not creative.
I'm really not. I tried crafting something for my girls recently. It was all well intended, but I burned myself with the glue gun and actually glued the shells on wrong anyway, thus ripping the scrapbooking paper I'd already shellacked down, and when I was finished I realized I'd done the whole thing upside down, and well ... you get the point. I don't even need to tell you WHAT I was crafting to get the point across that it did not go well.
But I am a writer. I like to write. Sometimes I have amusing things to say. Sometimes I'm Insightful. Sometimes I'm witty. Other times just bitter. But I most often think the best of people until they look at me funny, at which point I reserve the right to criticize. (Only to take it back later if I find out they were having a bad day, having a bad hair day or constipated.)
So let's try this out, shall we? There is nothing particularly interesting about my life but I am a Noticer (aka "stalker," according to my husband) and a Thinker, so there's always something brewing in my head.
Tomorrow: thoughts on consignment sales. See what I did there? I bored the shit out of you. Just wait ...
