I seem to have nothing to say, lately. I don't know what's up with me.
Have you ever stomped out on a job? Quit on the spot? Just walked out? (I already know your answer, Zoe, so maybe you could share an example. I'm sure it'll be a good one!)
Wanting to know an author because you like his work is like wanting to know a duck because you like pate. ~Margaret Atwood
(Work with me. With no idea what to blog about, I'm just putting in random thoughts.)
It's not like I don't have ideas. It just seems like I wore out my mental ability to pull together and organize my thoughts into a non-fiction post. I seem to have freaked out my brain with writing a little essay, LOL. Even though it's been done for two weeks.
I have great respect and gratitude for Colin Powell.
So who's doing NaNo? I know lots of you have said, but I don't know where to click to find you. I think I am right here. Zoe and Melanie magically found me, which is cool. :-)
I've decided to "experiment" and try a NY-able novel this time. Finding what to write about that doesn't revolve around Ess Eee Exx (trying to stay G-rated, here) usually causes me a considerable amount of anguish. I promise to spare you.
At Mark Terry's blog, he asked What Do Your Read? He suggested that if you're wondering what you should be writing, then analyze what you read.
I've tried that. Often. I'm too all over the place.
I'm procrastinating, at the moment. I said I was taking all of October off writing so I could focus on reading, but I decided to do NaNo and that means finishing a novella by Nov. 1.
So I ordered Hot Chocolate at Borders but I'm always too shy to double check that they made it with Soy Milk instead of milk. They get a little insulted when you ask. Or embarrassed when you ask and they forgot and have to make it again, and that always makes me feel bad.
Okay, with that insanity, it's time to end this blog post.
Thoughts on anything? The world? Life? Stomping out on a job? Burning a bridge in the heat of passion?