Why do you write?
I started writing as a child because I didn’t like the stories being told. One of my first ‘long stories’ (as I called them) was the origin story of the characters on a TV cartoon I loved. The TV show never addressed how the unlikely group got together or where they originated, perhaps it was something the writers were going to address later but never did, but I felt compelled to write their story.
The next long story I wrote was a crazy dystopian future story that was heavily influenced by the cold war and the threat of World War III (it even had Nazis). I wasn’t trying to create a better reality, I think I was more trying to prepare myself for the worst case scenario.
I write now because I have something to say. I write this blog as a warm-up, the daily stretch on my novel writing marathon training. To stay in the habit, to ensure I’m moving forward and staying in practice.
There are so many stories to be told, so many ideas yet to see born on page (or on screen).
I write because I feel compelled to write.
Today’s throwback Thursday is my acknowledgement that I did not always appreciate (or understand) irony.
This is a picture of me a few days after rolling a go-kart sporting 2 black eyes I was incredibly proud of. I’m wearing a shirt that says “Super Girl”, completely missing the irony, I suspect it was not lost on my mother taking the picture.
In response to today’s Blogging 101 task. To pick a prompt and write about it.
Favorite Mistake Is there a mistake you’ve made that turned out to be a blessing — or otherwise changed your life for the better?
It was probably a mistake to defy my parents and work in a record store. Too bad for them it was a lifelong dream. My uncle used to take me to record stores in Pacific Beach during the summers. We’d listen to music and browse the albums for hours. What 9 year old can look through albums for hours? This one. I was born a music junkie and I’ll die a music junkie and in between I will love to thumb through records and spend nearly every waking moment of my life with music playing in the background. (FYI I am at this moment listening to Coin – Run)
Just a reminder that Wicked Word Wednesdays are happening today and there’s still time to participate at http://runninginmyhead.com/2015/08/19/wicked-word-wednesday-2/
The rules are slightly different, 42 words or less, MUST be included in comments on the post over at http://runninginmyhead.com
Go forth and be creative!
Today kicks off what could be a fun Wednesday challenge for all of your bloggers out there who are looking for a weekly feature to add to your site, or just looking for motivation to write. Wicked Word Wednesday there’s no cost or pressure to join, just a bit of fun. Hit the link and read what it’s all about.
Today’s Wicked Word: Wicked
This is what comes to mind when I hear the word wicked. The wicked witch from The Wizard of Oz, a movie I detest. I can’t really give a good reason why except that I watched it too young probably and it scared me. I didn’t get to have the teenage or adult experience of watching it high listening to Pink Floyd’s dark side of the moon or appreciating the camp of it all. Nope, for me it was sheer terror in an evil green woman stalking a girl and her dog, and OH MY GOD what was with the flying monkeys?! OK sure it’s hokey now, but to a 4 year old it’s terrifying!
There you have it, my lackluster addition (but an addition nonetheless) to Wicked Word Wednesdays!
Unless you are using personalization and “tweaking” as a means to keep yourself busy and delude yourself into thinking you are making content for your blog when you are actually just rearranging the chairs in your closed restaurant.
Stop fiddling and start writing.
Mainly the above was said for my benefit, but if you think you may be guilty then by all means I hope it kicks you in the pants. My friend Mart likes to remind me the only thing that makes you a writer is writing. Put your ass in a chair and write.
I think I was lucky to stumble onto this theme and then realize that I could take some of my favorite pictures and use them as headers and suddenly this pre-fab theme became mine. I’m wary of widgets because they can sometimes really distract from the writing and I don’t want to do that. However, if anyone has a suggestion of how to make the site more easily navigated or include some feature you’d like to see, I’m all for that and willing to explore adding new ways to increase functionality.
I blame the heat.
My go-to response when I need to find a cause for any of life’s problems during the summer months. Here are but a few of my recent complaints that I’ve attributed to the heat.
How can I feel this lazy it’s not even the middle of my work week?
How is it possible that coffee doesn’t sound appealing?
Where did the good beer go?
Ugh don’t touch me!
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
The people that you meet each day
I’m not ashamed to say I loved that song when I was a kid and a daresay that it was what I would be singing when I wandered off to introduce myself to people. I heard a few mothers gasp. Yes, I would in malls, grocery stores, the beach, you name it, wander off and introduce myself to complete strangers (usually working) and ask them what they were doing. I always seemed to get a positive result.
I’m Kelli and I’m a Blogging U. addict. Well maybe I’m more a Blogging U. flunky who is taking the course again. Scratch that, I’ll go with I realized there was more I could learn so I want to do it all again!
There is a proverb from Confucius that says “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, first dig two graves”. Clearly revenge isn’t the goal, but that proverb bounces around my head as I recall my search for my birth mother. I feel it’s really important to point out that you will be changed by your search. The proverb feels like both a warning of being careful how you proceed and also knowing that the search and the results will alter everyone’s life forever.