Been wanting to write a book for quite some time now. I've always enjoyed writing. I've always been praised for my writing. Its always come very easy for me. Words are fascinating and putting them together to form thoughts and ideas has enthralled me since I was little.
When I was a little boy my grandmother would read my little sister and me Dr. Seuss books. They would make me laugh and laugh. And she encouraged that. She pushed my imagination. I credit her and those early years for igniting a passion for words.
The trouble, though, is that I've been waiting all these years for an idea to come. I've been hoping my muse will deliver a wonderful story to my brain and I'll just sit down and begin to write. Call me crazy, but I don't think that the way it happens. I think that the process starts on a much smaller scale and evolves into something bigger and more complex.
That being said, I've tried to use this blog as a chance to work on expressing my ideas. I've sounded off on elections, candidates, cell phone users, anything and everything that pisses me off. And now that a new year is approaching, I think I might need to start working on something of substance. If nothing else, it could be a great learning experience for me. I've never tried to write anything of any considerable length before. And I've got a pretty good idea of what the books about. Or, at lest I've got an idea of where to start.
I mentioned in an earlier post that I have but one Christmas wish. And that is true. And its such a big wish. And I do wish it would come true. I think I'm due up. I've been good. I've waited patiently. When others were getting their wishes, I've bitten my tongue and smiled. My sister, for instance. Seems she gets just about everything she wants. And now I feel like its my turn and I should get wish granted. And, oh how happy that would make me!
In other news, I found my first ex-wife on Face Book last night. I friended her (a term that means I sent out a request that we be friends... she has to accept... and then we can communicate). The funny thing is that I really don't remember anything about her. I don't remember much about our relationship. Its quite strange, really. I remember before and after, but for some reason our time together is hazy at best. And I've said for a while now that I'd love to catch up with her again. I'd love to go out to dinner with her and get to know her again. I'd love to do all this because it might explain a little bit about how I've ended up where I am. It might shed some light on Angie. And from the stories I've heard from my family, I'd just like to see if what they thought about her was true. So we'll see if she responds or not..........
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I, too, am reconnecting with a long lost ex through Facebook. So, did things go smoothly? Just what did your parents think about her, and did you find those things to be true?
I ask, because I found that everything I thought about my ex was spot on... even ten years later nothing much seemed to have changed. Made me feel a little better to know I wasn't so wrong after all... just wish I had listened to those around me a little sooner.
And thank you for your generous praise....
As far as the ex... well, that's a weird story. I really don't remember much about her. But everyone else does, and everyone else had some choice things to say. Of course, everything was after the fact. Which left me wondering what the hell actually happened. But suffice it so say, in the little bit of communication we have had since reconnecting, she strikes me as someone who I would not have had a future with.