Don’t get me wrong. It isn’t as if I’m only neurotic on Wednesdays. It just happens that this is usually the day on which the pressure from the crazy has become so great it explodes out of me like a volcano. A word volcano of hot, fiery run on sentences, sentence fragments and exclamation points. The focus of my neuroses is usually playgroup, and while we did have playgroup today and there was a point where I was the only one of five mothers not involved in a conversation and felt all left out and stuff, I cannot worry about that right now. I have bigger fish to fry.
Tomorrow I am slated to be the guest poster at my friend Karly’s blog Wiping Up Snot.
A normal individual wouldn’t even mention it to their readers until the post was up and even then, they’d be all nonchalant, like “Hey check me out.”
People, I’m totally freaking out! I can’t possibly write about anything else until I’ve worked all this out.
A normal individual might also pull out one of those, hmmmm…what are those called? Rough drafts? You know, of something they’ve already started writing. But, no! Not me. Rough drafts, schmough drafts. I’m a write-by -the-seat-of-my-pants…um, writer. I know, you’re saying, “How can that be, Leslie? The things you write are so well-thought out and polished?”
Ah. Okay, okay. That was a good laugh, huh? Whew! That’s funny.
As you are likely aware, I write almost daily. If I posted it today, I wrote it today. If I posted it at 3:15 p.m., I had just finished it at 3:14 p.m. And yesterday at 3:15 p.m., if you asked me what I was going to write today, I’d be all, “Huh?” Because I’m very academic about all of it, really.
The idea of a draft sitting in a folder somewhere bothers me, anyway. When I have something to share, I do it right away. Some people call that impulsive. I call it enthusiastic. I’m also one of those people who will call you up to say, “Hey! Sharon! I just saved a bunch of money on car insurance!!!” Those commercials were made about people like me. It’s no coincidence that they’re only 30 seconds, if it went on for 45, you’d see that I’ve forgotten all about the insurance because, hey! The mail is here! There’s something for me!
So this guest posting thing. You may suggest that I ask Karly to simply do it later rather than sooner. Good advice. Thank you. However, I can assure you that I’d be going through this very same thing, just later. Again, the write-by-the-seat-of-my-pants thing. Even if I wrote something I perceived to be brilliant, I couldn’t wait to post it. It’d be up right now.
Now I am sitting here and I can’t think of what to write about. I want to do Karly proud. I want her readers to like me and I’m worried. I don’t think I’m a win-you-over-in-one-post kind of girl. It takes some time for me to grow on you. It is possible I could destroy that blog’s entire readership in one entry just by being me.
So, what should I write about? How long should it be? How long is too long and how short is too short and holy crap, I don’t even know what to write about to think that far ahead. Ugh! I just don’t know!
But, I do know this: you, the people who come here and read what I publish, you all inspire me. Sometimes reading through your comments is all I need to juice up to write a post and for that I am thankful because if I didn’t write stuff, I would have spontaneously combusted by now. Writing stuff feels good. And when writing stuff makes people write stuff back, that feels even better. And while I know I may never pen a novel or be a published author or earn money for what I write, even by doing simple data entry because my typing sucks (remember the great SOX debacle?), I do know that this interaction, this sharing of ideas is really what it’s all about. Even if those ideas are about poop.
Okay. I think the spewing is over. If you have any advice for the guest post, I’m all ears. Or eyes, since I’ll be reading them.