The impossibility of finishing things.
I am convinced there are two types of people: those that finish things and those that don't. Those that do finish things must have at one point finished something, and then they thought that wasn't so bad, let's keep on doing this. They become successful, accomplished people even if what they produce is brilliant or just mediocre. Those Magic Treehouse books remind me of this. A formula that works, now I know how to finish, let me keep producing!
Some, like J.D. Salinger produce a few good things, but the pressure gets to them. There, I did it. Can I ever finish anything again? I doubt it, so leave me alone.
Many of us just produce and never finish. Let me start something new, and I will never have to finish anything ever. The never-ending novel blog-- a writer with conclusion block's dream.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
First post
What I have determined: this blog will not be about food. Like most American women, I have in incredibly complicated, antagonistic relationship with food, so I will not be posting gluttonous recipes.
I could wax glorious about coffee, however. I used to say that I did not trust people who didn't drink coffee, and then I met my best friend who did not. I had to change my tune.
I know what my husband's blog would entail: the dangers of plastics, vermiculite, and other environmental hazards. I have really become quite a paranoid person after living with him, and my daughter is developing quite an alarming hand washing habit.
My daughter's blog would be about fairies. She is currently tracking their existence in a very detailed notebook. Shells, pebbles, half-eaten acorns-- all proof of those mischievous beings.
My son's blog would be about Lego's, the most ingeniously designed toy, ever. Put them together once, perhaps twice at the most, and it's all over. Time to buy a new one. I actually aim at Lego pieces now with my vacuum.
My youngest daughter's blog would be about clothes. She is into the Kardashian look, and she is only four. It is really quite alarming for a Gap jean and white shirt momma. (Buttoned all the way up please. Although I do love a ridiculously high wedge sandal or two.)
Maybe tomorrow I will find my theme, my voice-- right now, I'll just post. You can erase these things, right?
I could wax glorious about coffee, however. I used to say that I did not trust people who didn't drink coffee, and then I met my best friend who did not. I had to change my tune.
I know what my husband's blog would entail: the dangers of plastics, vermiculite, and other environmental hazards. I have really become quite a paranoid person after living with him, and my daughter is developing quite an alarming hand washing habit.
My daughter's blog would be about fairies. She is currently tracking their existence in a very detailed notebook. Shells, pebbles, half-eaten acorns-- all proof of those mischievous beings.
My son's blog would be about Lego's, the most ingeniously designed toy, ever. Put them together once, perhaps twice at the most, and it's all over. Time to buy a new one. I actually aim at Lego pieces now with my vacuum.
My youngest daughter's blog would be about clothes. She is into the Kardashian look, and she is only four. It is really quite alarming for a Gap jean and white shirt momma. (Buttoned all the way up please. Although I do love a ridiculously high wedge sandal or two.)
Maybe tomorrow I will find my theme, my voice-- right now, I'll just post. You can erase these things, right?
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