6 June 2012
One of best things about going back to school is that I finally get an excuse to have some alone time. My favorite "Me time" is when I am in my home office. It is a quite little room with beautiful furniture that deserves way more attention than I have time to give it. Originally bought with the intent of someday making a great heirloom to pass on to the kids, like they will really need, or want for that matter, an office. I love to sit in my chair, made comfortable by placing two extras pillows that fluff it to perfection, just like Goldie Lock's bed must have felt to the baby bear. The San Francisco 49er’s helmet lamp, always on, glowing behind the computer so it is just enough back ground light to make the mood right. To complete my desired atmosphere, I absolutely must have music, usually Carter Burwell on Pandora, or Liquid Mind on Itunes.
I haven't had the luxury of being able to write with any real purpose in such a long time, I almost forget what it feels like. I did love taking a creative writing class when I was in high school and often remember how exciting it was to express myself in words the way I could express myself when I did my
art. Expressing yourself in any manner seems like pure luxury when your a mom.
Secretly, I always imagined myself writing a book someday. I have a friend that wrote a book, and I love her dearly, but I don't want to write a self serving to book just to say I did. I want to find a real purpose behind the writing. I have so many stories to tell, but seriously, what do I want to write about? I loved to read as a teen and a young adult, especially Steven King. Recently I picked up a few books and fell in love with Stephanie Meyer. I killed the first two books in a matter of three weeks while I was in the last month of spring semester. I guess that makes me a Twi-Head…. I was shocked and...