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In which i’m not a writer

Just the other week I was way, way far ahead in posts and now I’m about to run out.  I blame it on Keely.  Or Kevin. Or possibly on all the activity around here.

 

I’m not sure but as you know, or you would if you read this blog, I need certain circumstances to write these posts.  Actually, I wouldn’t even refer to what I do as writing but the other day Keely did just that! Refer to this as writing that is.

 

We were out to dinner (because I had no dishwasher and no hot water so making a mess was out of the question) and we were discussing the difference between people who “write” and “writers.”  Keely didn’t think there was a difference but to me there is.

 

You see, Keely is a “writer.”  She has a plot and a premise and she makes an outline and maps out her entire story before even beginning.  I couldn’t do something like that to save my life.

 

She then edits and fixes the punctuation and grammar and if you read this blog you certainly know that I rarely do that.  As a matter of fact, just last week I got an offer from someone who assumed that I was “too busy” to edit and that she’d be happy to be my editor.  Of course, I would have to pay her.

 

I assured her that I was NOT too busy to edit, that it just wasn’t all that important to me.  If somebody points out a mistake, I’ll fix it but for the most part, once I write something I’m totally bored by it and I rarely proof it.  For example, I can see that there’s a word with a red squiggly line up above so of course I’ll fix that but I can’t worry about all the little chopped up sentences and shit.  I’m not writing a novel here.

 

Anyways, back to the point.  I basically have a brain dump.  I walk into the office with either a story to tell or a point of view to share.  Normally, this is after my workout where instead of focusing on what I’m supposed to focus on, I daydream.  Then I come home and write about whatever I was thinking about.  Well, I attempt to do that.  Sometimes I forget.  Well, mostly I forget.

 

That’s why all you people who read my blog basically get the ramblings that spill out of my mind.  It’s not like I don’t have opinions and real stuff to say.  I do.  I rarely write about them though.  I don’t know why.  I suppose that involves a bit more thinking than I normally do. Hmmmm…I would, however, be happy to offer my opinions if someone asked me.

 

Not political though…I can’t stand all this bipartisan shit.  I do have opinions on everything else though.

 

Ok, that’s enough of my bullshit.  I’m going to call it a day.  See ya!

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3 Comments

  1. Julie
    November 5, 2012

    I am very interested in your opinion regarding the holidays. Are you as sickened as I am by the holiday displays already up in the stores — especially the ones that went up before Halloween?

    • Lynn
      November 5, 2012

      hmmm…perhaps i shall write a post

  2. Jester Queen
    November 5, 2012

    Read Anne Lammott’s bird by bird.

    Brain dump is good.

    I have no idea your religion. Or politics. But she’s a liberal as hell Christian who loves you no matter what your religion is. I’m a liberal as hell agnostic. A college prof said I should read her, but warned me about her religion, which permeates but does not choke. And it doesn’t show up as much in bird by bird. But it’s an awesome book. She encourages shitty first drafts. You may think differently about your own writing from reading it.

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