Here is a peek at what my writing process looks like....
Sit down at desk
Check Facebook
Open Word, minimize and Facebook chat
Get up from desk and go make coffee
Sip cup of coffee and stare at cursor in Word document
Type two words but decide they sound stupid and delete
Continue Facebook chat
Get up to pee
Put on Pandora station...Today's Top Hits
Sing loudly to California Girls
Get out of chair and dance to California Girls
Pee
Go back downstairs to reheat coffee in microwave
Check Facebook
Read about how to properly apply eyeliner on glamour.com
Bring up Word document and begin to type until B.O.B. comes on Pandora
Get out of chair and bust a move
Pee again (damn coffee)
Go outside and talk to Dad
Pour myself another cup of coffee and grab a snack
Stalk ex boyfriends on Facebook
Pee
There you have it, folks. The way to conjure up your creative genius.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A Workin' Man
It's Tuesday afternoon, and I am procrastinating doing my writing assignment. Therefore, I have decided to write an enlightening post about careers entitled "The Top 5 Hottest Occupations"...woo!
Here are my top 5...
1) Doctor - OMG swoonnnnnnnnnn. C'mon, isn't this a given? A man in a white coat who SAVES LIVES. So hot. Extra points if he's a pediatrician. Not to mention, if you got married you could be DR. and Mrs. So and So. Classy.
2) Mechanic - The thought of cozying up to a guy with grease under his fingernails might not sound appealing to everyone, but I think its effing sexy. I don't know what it is but seeing a guy working under the hood instantly makes me melt. Plus, he works with his hands....that is also uber attractive. "Baby, can I check your oil and rotate your tires?" YES, PLEASE!
3) Man in the Armed Forces (any and all branches) - Not only is this guy protecting our country (many thanks, btw) but he also wears a uniform (sighhhh dress uniform). He is also probably really fit, strong, and fearless. Oh, and if you get married, you get to walk under the swords, and I'm pretty sure someone plays a trumpet.
4) Writer - Again, I might be partial to this occupation because I'm a writer too. Another plus here is that this guy might actually know the difference between your, you're and there, their, and they're...that's appealing in and of itself. Also, I love the thought of going over a manuscript with a fellow writer, both of us scratching out phrases and circling so-so paragraphs in red ink. Then, we could spend the night creating our own happy ending (ok, ok that was corny, but I can't pass up a writer pun).
5) Artist/Musician/Insert Something Else Artsy Here - I need some sensitivity to round out this list, which comes in the form of an artist, musician, etc. I have no musical talent, so anyone who can play something other than the recorder or the radio is a God in my book. I imagine an artist with a streak of yellow paint on his cheek, pondering the next move on his canvas. We would spend our days hand-in-hand in museums ogling over great works, and then he would paint me a la Jack Dawson in Titanic.
Did I leave anyone out in my list? Please, share!
Here are my top 5...
1) Doctor - OMG swoonnnnnnnnnn. C'mon, isn't this a given? A man in a white coat who SAVES LIVES. So hot. Extra points if he's a pediatrician. Not to mention, if you got married you could be DR. and Mrs. So and So. Classy.
2) Mechanic - The thought of cozying up to a guy with grease under his fingernails might not sound appealing to everyone, but I think its effing sexy. I don't know what it is but seeing a guy working under the hood instantly makes me melt. Plus, he works with his hands....that is also uber attractive. "Baby, can I check your oil and rotate your tires?" YES, PLEASE!
3) Man in the Armed Forces (any and all branches) - Not only is this guy protecting our country (many thanks, btw) but he also wears a uniform (sighhhh dress uniform). He is also probably really fit, strong, and fearless. Oh, and if you get married, you get to walk under the swords, and I'm pretty sure someone plays a trumpet.
4) Writer - Again, I might be partial to this occupation because I'm a writer too. Another plus here is that this guy might actually know the difference between your, you're and there, their, and they're...that's appealing in and of itself. Also, I love the thought of going over a manuscript with a fellow writer, both of us scratching out phrases and circling so-so paragraphs in red ink. Then, we could spend the night creating our own happy ending (ok, ok that was corny, but I can't pass up a writer pun).
5) Artist/Musician/Insert Something Else Artsy Here - I need some sensitivity to round out this list, which comes in the form of an artist, musician, etc. I have no musical talent, so anyone who can play something other than the recorder or the radio is a God in my book. I imagine an artist with a streak of yellow paint on his cheek, pondering the next move on his canvas. We would spend our days hand-in-hand in museums ogling over great works, and then he would paint me a la Jack Dawson in Titanic.
Did I leave anyone out in my list? Please, share!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Dad Knows Best
Even though it's a day after Father's Day, I think this is worth posting anyway.
I'm a Daddy's girl. Always have been. Always will be. I can't deny him, and he can't deny me. When I was born, my Mom took one look at me and announced she had to continue to have kids until one looked like her. I have his trademark blue eyes, sandy brown hair, and smile. We share the same sarcastic, yet goofy sense of humor. We are both stubborn and opinionated. We have the same mannerisms, so much so that I've been nicknamed "little Chris."
Probably one of our biggest similarities is our love for cars...and that love of cars is all his doing. Many of my memories consist of him clad in flannel shirts, work boots, and ripped jeans, leaning over the hood of a truck or peeking out from the underbelly of a car. As a curious kid, I always asked, "What are you doing, Daddy?" He answered in a magical language of mechanical lingo that left my head spinning. Wanting always to be just like him, I vowed to learn that language. As the years went by, I did learn (am learning).
His garage motto is "We fix," though that applies to everything from a broken carburetor to a broken heart. He is my biggest advocate and my number 1 fan. He has taught me all sorts of life lessons, like Listerine fixes all medical woes, beer is essential to any home repair project, and that all boys are evil, except for him and my Grandpa.
Dad also has lots of cool talents, like the ability to name the make/model of taillights and/or headlights on a motorhome, sing all the lyrics to pretty much any song from the 50s, 60s, and 70s, and do a really convincing impression of our cat, Gary. He appreciates the humor in Spongebob Squarepants, eats Oreos and milk every single morning, and can't decide whether Airplane! or The Sound of Music is his favorite film.
But most importantly, he loves my sister, Mom, and me with every bone in his body. And on this (day after) Father's Day, and everyday, I am so very thankful that he is my Daddy. I love you, Poppa Bear.
I'm a Daddy's girl. Always have been. Always will be. I can't deny him, and he can't deny me. When I was born, my Mom took one look at me and announced she had to continue to have kids until one looked like her. I have his trademark blue eyes, sandy brown hair, and smile. We share the same sarcastic, yet goofy sense of humor. We are both stubborn and opinionated. We have the same mannerisms, so much so that I've been nicknamed "little Chris."
Probably one of our biggest similarities is our love for cars...and that love of cars is all his doing. Many of my memories consist of him clad in flannel shirts, work boots, and ripped jeans, leaning over the hood of a truck or peeking out from the underbelly of a car. As a curious kid, I always asked, "What are you doing, Daddy?" He answered in a magical language of mechanical lingo that left my head spinning. Wanting always to be just like him, I vowed to learn that language. As the years went by, I did learn (am learning).
His garage motto is "We fix," though that applies to everything from a broken carburetor to a broken heart. He is my biggest advocate and my number 1 fan. He has taught me all sorts of life lessons, like Listerine fixes all medical woes, beer is essential to any home repair project, and that all boys are evil, except for him and my Grandpa.
Dad also has lots of cool talents, like the ability to name the make/model of taillights and/or headlights on a motorhome, sing all the lyrics to pretty much any song from the 50s, 60s, and 70s, and do a really convincing impression of our cat, Gary. He appreciates the humor in Spongebob Squarepants, eats Oreos and milk every single morning, and can't decide whether Airplane! or The Sound of Music is his favorite film.
But most importantly, he loves my sister, Mom, and me with every bone in his body. And on this (day after) Father's Day, and everyday, I am so very thankful that he is my Daddy. I love you, Poppa Bear.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Sometimes Facebook Chat Yields Insightful Thoughts
Today, I was speaking with one of my good friends regarding man problems. In her particular situation, the object of her affection is thousands (yes, thousands) of miles away. She went back and forth wondering if she was wrong to harbor affection for a man who doesn't live on the same continent.
Now, I am not one to give man advice, but I sympathized with her situation. Life is way too short. Missed opportunities are all around us. Isn't it better to have tried then to sit around and wonder "what if?" Sure, putting yourself out there can yield disappointment (and I hate being disappointed) but isn't it better than sitting alone on a Friday night drinking copious glasses of wine and sniffling over a chick flick because you couldn't get up the nerve to text your crush "hello?"
Therefore, I say go for it, girl. Live it up. Love with everything you have. Practicality has no place in love.
At the end of our conversation, Miss Em answered her own predicament with these words...
"I'm learning that you can't control life, so you might as well dream a little bit." Amen sister.
Now, I am not one to give man advice, but I sympathized with her situation. Life is way too short. Missed opportunities are all around us. Isn't it better to have tried then to sit around and wonder "what if?" Sure, putting yourself out there can yield disappointment (and I hate being disappointed) but isn't it better than sitting alone on a Friday night drinking copious glasses of wine and sniffling over a chick flick because you couldn't get up the nerve to text your crush "hello?"
Therefore, I say go for it, girl. Live it up. Love with everything you have. Practicality has no place in love.
At the end of our conversation, Miss Em answered her own predicament with these words...
"I'm learning that you can't control life, so you might as well dream a little bit." Amen sister.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
#1
According to copyblogger.com, the number one thing to do in order to become a better writer is to blog. I hope to one day be a better writer, so I think this whole blog thing is a step in the right direction.
I started a blog in the past but didn’t keep up with it. However, now I am freshly graduated, searching for employment, and in need of some sort of hobby that is not watching 2 hours of PBS telethons. Therefore, Swoon. was born.
I’ve always loved to write. You can ask my mother. She saved all my second grade scribbles. Luckily, my passion f0r the written word has only grown (and I’ve transitioned from writing in crayon). Most of the writing I do now is professional but I needed an outlet for my random musings, jumbled poetry, and occasional sappy love letters to unnamed boys (I may be 22, but I haven’t gotten over the rush of linking my first name with a boy’s last name…bite me, I’m a hopeless romantic).
So, here it is. A blog that will hopefully help me hone in on my writing skillz, jolt my creativity, and provide a bit of entertainment, for you, dear reader.
Happy reading!
-A
I started a blog in the past but didn’t keep up with it. However, now I am freshly graduated, searching for employment, and in need of some sort of hobby that is not watching 2 hours of PBS telethons. Therefore, Swoon. was born.
I’ve always loved to write. You can ask my mother. She saved all my second grade scribbles. Luckily, my passion f0r the written word has only grown (and I’ve transitioned from writing in crayon). Most of the writing I do now is professional but I needed an outlet for my random musings, jumbled poetry, and occasional sappy love letters to unnamed boys (I may be 22, but I haven’t gotten over the rush of linking my first name with a boy’s last name…bite me, I’m a hopeless romantic).
So, here it is. A blog that will hopefully help me hone in on my writing skillz, jolt my creativity, and provide a bit of entertainment, for you, dear reader.
Happy reading!
-A
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