It’s been a while since I’ve written anything new and I’m starting to get complaints.
Unfortunately I haven’t been reading much lately so my thought life has been pretty hum drum. I know that some people who read my blog respond most to my thought-provoking posts more than the posts about my daily happenings. I’m a pretty intense thinker, but lately I’ve put the breaks on a lot of my over-analyzing tendencies and I’m enjoying a reprieve from my normal rate of thinking. I really haven’t had a lot of day to day stuff to write about either. We have had things to do and people to see lately, but writing about it doesn’t really occur to me most of the time. I find it unusual that I’m struggling to find things to blog about, but I guess even the most dedicated bloggers experience dry spells.
While sitting here thinking about things I’ve read, I’m now remembering that I just finished a book by Mary Higgins Clark. It wasn’t a novel she’d written, but more of a brief autobiography (complete with pictures which are almost always my favorite part of a person’s story). It was an easy read that mostly included facts about her childhood, marriage and writing career. It was neat to hear the very “every woman” nature of her life. I usually think of famous authors as being born with some magical bent toward writing, but her life was pretty regular until she decided that she could probably write a book. Her first book took several years to complete. I guess I usually imagine authors designating a couple of solid weeks to writing and then BAM! a best seller is born. She admitted that she’s not good at chosing titles for her books, so her first one didn’t sell very well under it’s first title, but after being re-named it went on to become more popular. She then goes on to write another book and once again gives it a bum title. This time the publishers changed the title before the book was realeased and it ended up doing very well right away. She was a stuggling widow with 5 children and money was really tight. Upon the release of her second book she got a call letting her know that they were sending a check for $100,000. Imagine how exciting that must have been! All in all it really gave me an itch to start trying to write the book I’ve been imagining. I think I’ll at least have a better idea of how much time it will take to finish it. Although I doubt I’ll become a best seller like Mary. There’s probably more I’d like to say, but I’m ready to leave work, so it will have to wait.
And I thought I didn’t have anything to write about.