Dreams or Goals or Something Like That

The last time I blogged (almost a week ago . . . blog fail), I wrote about wanting more, wanting something different, wanting something that I couldn't exactly name. And you guys . . . y'all, I know there aren't any comments on here, but on Facebook and in person, I've had so many people tell me that they're praying for me . . . that they understand. And the word appreciative doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. So yeah, thank you . . . seriously, thank you.

Writing . . . I've always had a passion for writing. Yes, I know it sounds ridiculously cheesy. I have a "passion" for writing. Me and about a million other people. With the advent of the internet thousands of "authors" were made overnight. But back in the days before there was a computer or two in every household in America and dial up was just dream on the horizon, I wanted to be a writer. And truth is, that's never changed.

But "I want to be a writer" is somewhere up there with "I want to be a superhero, a famous country music singer, or Meg Ryan". Not exactly practical, and good grief where does one even start? And what the heck do you even write about? I've always been a decent writer. I'm pretty good at the non-fiction stuff and okay with the whole world of fiction, but I don't think I'm exactly alone in this. I could probably walk down the street and find ten people that write just as well or better than I.

Still, I have a "passion" for writing. I don't want to write the "Great American Novel". It's been done. No need to mess things up by trying to do it again. Besides I'm pretty sure I have neither the stamina nor the patience nor the organizational skills nor the talent to get it done. But I always said I wanted to be a children's author. Somehow I lost sight of that. I teach writing to children everyday, and I guess by the time I'm done teaching I never get around to actually doing it myself. The other side to this is that I'd love to do freelance work . . . to write articles for magazines.

I don't know if I even remotely have what it takes. I don't where in the world I'd even begin. And obviously, I would have to have to drop the insane overuse of cliches. But I talk in cliches. So much of my conversation is made up of cliches. Maybe that could be my thing? Cliches? No? I really don't see the problem here. Cliches and sarcasm . . . my trademarks. Too bad those don't make great children's books.

Okay, so I have clearly lost sight of my point in this post. My point being, that I've had dreams that I've kind of forgotten about. That I've decided would never happen so why not just let them go? I guess I let them get lost in the day-to-day, mundane-ness (that's not a word) of life. So cliche . . . I know. But I'm kind of over that. I think we were created to dream. It's what keeps us moving forward. It's what keeps us going. So I'm not completely sure what this means. But I will keep writing, and maybe someday, you'll by a book for your kid or grandkid and under the title will be my name as the author . . . because it sure as heck won't be the illustrator . . . I can't draw a stick figure.


I promise I'll actually do a real post soon and stop talking about myself. I need to post pictures showing how to properly avoid the celebration of Halloween by dressing your child in a costume, letting him (or her) have as much candy as possible, and masking the fact that it's Halloween by attending a "fall" festival. Because c'mon, ya'll know we can't be celebrating Halloween.