Sunday Speed Write
There are a bunch of things to tell you. None of them are particularly important but then again, nothing is particularly important is it? Everything is really just a trifle unless you are that thing or are heavily involved in that thing and then it really still is a trifle even though you would like it not to be. There are a bunch of things to tell you but I’m not sure where to start.
We’re probably not going to wait as long to try to start a family as we thought we were going to. The theory is that if we got pregnant today I would still find a job within nine months and we’d be okay. I’m not sure I buy into that theory but I don’t know that I’m going to argue. I think kids are something that’s missing in my life and I’d like my life to be complete.
I considered giving up writing this weekend. I was going to set another asinine deadline, where if I didn’t get published by a certain date I was going to hang it all up. We all know that I do this from time to time and it’s stupid and ridiculous but hey, I can’t help it. I’m insecure and I have an overwhelming need to feel important.
I want to be a rock star. Not really though. I just want to be famous. I want to see my name in lights or at least on the shelf of the local bookstore. Is there anything wrong with that?
I don’t think so.
This entire entry was written in three minutes. I’m going to have to try to do this more often.