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Goodbye, October

Posted: November 2, 2015 in Blogging, Journals

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10/29/15
Normally, I love the month of October. The weather is traditionally wonderful – cool but not cold – and the colors on the trees are breathtaking. I drove through the hills of Watchung this morning and they were aflame with beauty. Also, the smell of working fireplaces fills the air and the comfortable boots and sweaters emerge from their closeted hiding spaces.
This year, though, I am very happy to see October coming to an end. Just before my birthday at the end of September a friend challenged me on facebook to write “a page a day” for the entire autumn month. I tried to back out but other people chimed in on the thread and told me I should just do it. Some actually mentioned that they missed my blog and wished that I would post more stories. I tried to tell them all that I was tired of trying to be a writer but they would hear none of it. I really am tired of it though. I’ve been writing – poetry, song lyrics, novels, a memoir, short stories and an ABC book – since I was 12 years old and I’ve had exactly two short stories published. I’m done with it. I do it mostly for myself anyway so it’s enough, for me, cathartic, if I write things in my head and then forget them.
To those demanding people who have said they need more of my blog and that I should post more stories I would like to say, (but never really would), sure, pay my Verizon bill for a month and I’ll gladly write you a tearjerker. Take care of my gas and electric charges for a while and I shall happily write you a sonnet.
I’m willing to bet a thousand bucks (which I can’t spare) that I’m the only one on that facebook thread who actually did take up the challenge of writing a page a day and then stuck with it. Once October is over and the ghouls and goblins have crawled back to their dank, dark, cobwebby caves I will close my journal and sigh. The plan thereafter will be to crack it open only when I travel to someplace interesting. So, there.

“Conventional lives are the perfect refuge if you are a terrible artist.”
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This is my 50th blog post.  Somehow I have managed, lazy writer that I am, to post something to my blah, I mean blog, for 50 days in a row.  Dorothy Parker said something about how she hated writing but she loved having written.  That about sums it up for me, too.  Sitting here, trying to think, trying to type or write longhand, when I’d much rather be out playing softball or riding my bike, is and has always been, torture.  I am a fidgety person.  I don’t do “still.”  Not very well, anyway.  And I cannot even begin to tell you about all the stories, monologues, stand-up routines and poems I have written in my head which never made it to paper or screen because I was just too freaking lazy to get up or stop what I was doing and write them down.So, okay, maybe it’s not actual torture.  There are things I like about the writing process.  Give me a second and I’m sure I’ll come up with a few.  Or one.  Oh, yeah.  I do enjoy the quiet solitude.  And now there’s this new cat in the family who insists on plastering herself to my side as I sit here at the home of my generous friends, stretched out on the sofa, tap-tapping away.  Little Hazel.  Like me, and like Richard Gere in An Officer And A Gentleman, she had nowhere else to go.  So she sleeps, I write, both of us happy to have a place to call home.I am going to take a short hiatus from How To Overthink Almost Everything.  It’s getting tiresome for me.  Remember, I began blogging only reluctantly, after a lot of arm twisting.  I’ll be back eventually.  For now, it’s time to concentrate on finding a job and a home of my own.  For me and my girls.  And Daisy the dog.  And maybe even Hazel.

Thanks for listening.

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