Skip to main content

Get your priorities straight


I know I've been on the computer too long when Ashlyn climbs onto my lap and puts herself between me and the keyboard. It's already happened twice since I sat down to write this.

It's important that I pay attention to these hints she drops, because they get more and more destructive the longer I ignore her -- hence the Koolaid stains on pages 578 and 579 of The Order of the Phoenix. (Reading also is scratched from Ashlyn's list of approved activities for Mommy.)

I set out with the best of intentions today to write and be brilliant, but Ashlyn had a different plan.

"Hiya Mamma," she chanted repeatedly, tossing Lotso Huggin Bear at my computer screen three -- now six ... eight, nine times since I started this sentence.

We spent some time at the park, which I thought would run down her batteries and improve my chances of writing Something Wonderful this evening. 

She did sleep briefly, but now she's running her usual route around the kitchen and living room. In fact she's standing on the counter right next to me screaming "Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine ..." (I'm not sure what she's talking about, because I'm a bad mommy, and I'm still ignoring her.)

ENOUGH already. Sometimes you have to sacrifice your art for the greater good.

Comments

  1. Hey, i love your blog.I'm an english lit student in Malaysia. I was wondering if you have any tips. Thanks.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Wow, thank you. My advice is this: don't take life too seriously, don't be afraid to laugh at yourself, don't be discouraged if people roll their eyes when you tell them you're a writer -- we're and undervalued class, but the world can't function without us -- read a lot, people watch, and eavesdrop. Thanks again for following.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Thanks, I'm trying to convince my dad that english lit is not as easy as everyone thinks especially in my university where we have to take a bunch of other unrelated courses that contribute to our CGPA. May I ask how long you've been writing?

    ReplyDelete
  4. My parents tell me I've always been a writer. I don't remember wanting to write until I was 14, and then I sucked -- really, really bad. I felt confident enough to call myself a writer in my freshman year of college, and then I sucked too -- I didn't know it at the time, but I was still really bad. I started making my living as a writer in 2002. So I guess I've been a writer for 10 years minus a couple, because I wasn't very good when I started -- but I didn't suck anymore.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Wow, 10 years. Have you written any books? I suck because all I ever write is my diary which isn't very often and I haven't read anything in a while but i'll have to change that.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

I showed you mine -- it's your turn now.

Popular posts from this blog

The insecure writer's support group

The ground is important -- for several reasons.

Among them

Gravity makes no sense without it -- there's no mandate that science be logical so long as our scientists are the smartest smartypants on the planet, in which case "because I said so" is an acceptable explanation. The ground is important, because it's something to build on -- a starting point, a foundation.

I respect the ground, because it has on occasion fallen out from under me, and it's rather unsettling to watch your life in free-fall mode -- to see your accomplishments disintegrate in an instant or a decade in some cases. It all depends on how fast you're falling.

Most of us drop in slow motion. We'll catch a ledge or an up draft every once in a while and think "this is it!" But then we go on falling. Or do we? Is the "bottom" just a figment of our imaginations? Can we lay new ground wherever we choose?


Ask Alice

None of my friends growing up were impressed with Disney's…

Writers get laid

Writers get laid -- or they would if they tried -- because people -- especially women -- are impressed by the phrase, "I'm a writer." It's romantic.

Introducing yourself as a writer insinuates substance and depth of character; people like that. They don't know why, except that one-dimensional characters on T.V. sitcoms and big-screen romantic comedies prattle on and on about the whole package -- a good looking, funny, intelligent single with rock-solid values and money.

People admire the skill and dedication it takes to be a novelist or a journalist or a screen writer  -- "I always wanted to be a writer," they tell you with stars in their eyes.

Whether they know it's a myth or not they imagine us in rich, thrilling lives with sports cars and beach houses and Louboutin shoes like Carrie Bradshaw. So the woman at the grocery store doesn't feel bad when she puts back the US Weekly she read cover to cover before she checks out.

Or downloading unauth…

My favorite geeks

Imagine a little girl in pink granny glasses. Her haircut gives her a boyish look and she’s dressed in a purple checked sweater with red high waters and electric-blue duck shoes. A couple of kids on the playground tell her how cool she looks, and -- not comprehending their sarcasm -- she smiles brightly and thanks them.
That was me -- the dork in ginormous glasses. I answered to many names in elementary school -- loser, duck feet, four eyes and a few others I'd rather forget -- smart, pretty and fashionable I was not. It felt like the end of the world back then. All the popular girls braided each other's hair during story time at the library while I picked my nose and talked to myself. 
I'm not ashamed to admit it. I was a dork -- as big a dork as it's possible to be -- and it gave me character. I think Lester Bangs said it best : "Good-looking people don't have any spine. Their art never lasts."
No one called 4-year-old Paris Hilton -- or Lindsay Lohan or B…