Reason #535 I could Never Be A Writer
So I just tweeted how I posted on my blog today (this was yesterday).
I feel kind of like a cheater since I’m writing this post in advance but what can I say? I feel inspired.
But that also kind of ties into the topic of the moment.
So I tweeted how I posted on my blog today and I’m so proud of myself.
Then I tweeted ooh, I have an idea for a blog post.
Pause while I actually write the idea down just in case I forget it while I getting to my point.
Wow, I actually paused and wrote the idea down. Lucky for you. That’s a sad, sad comment on the state of my memory. Or the state of my ramble-y posts. Maybe I’ll look at it that way.
Speaking of ramble-y, I had it in there as rambly, but that looked wrong. Also, WordPress is squiggly lining it with red, but what do you think, rambly? Ramble-y? Ram-Bull-EE(k)??
Ehhhh-nyway, it’s about that time where I should be getting to the point, so I’m going to go ahead and do that now.
So my point was that I think I’m really too self-congratulatory over small nothings to be a writer. There was something about my intense pride at my blog post-yesterday’s (which was really just earlier today’s so imagine how I feel now having written TWO posts!), that didn’t feel writerly.
Oh crap, now I have to have a debate about whether it should be writerly or writer-ly. Or maybe writery?? No, WordPress doesn’t like that last one. Damn you, you squiggly red line.
But back to my point, I guess maybe it goes with the territory since writers have to be good at edits so you have to be a little harder on yourself than I tend to be. I just have to be hard on other people. Sorry, but it’s true.
Anyway, I guess for now, we’ll leave things as is. You write. I’ll do…whatever it is that I do. And we’ll debate all the -y words in the comments.
Oh, and also buy my books.