All Over The Bored

I've been a writer all my life, but I have yet to make it my livelihood. I have journals buried in my closet from the days when Harriet the Spy and Nancy Drew (NOT the sickly saccharin "Look! A secret passage!" Thank-You-Captain-Obvious 2007 version) were my heroes, and I had all day to commit my every thought to ink and paper. There have also been many pregnant pauses in my communication with Self, but I've never lost the urge completely to write my thoughts down. It's hard now to find time to write out all the interesting things that inhabit my neurospace, and I lament missing many trains of thought; but the advent of computers has helped, the small plain paper notebook in my purse has helped, and recently I've determined it's time to get serious about making this into a career. I want to be paid to write, and I want people to get something from what they read.

The trouble comes with deciding which of my musings would actually provide some insight for others, and which are ideas only I am amused with. My solution: I'm putting together a real blog, on its own domain and everything. I'm following my shopping philosophy; if you can't decide which to buy, buy both and worry about returns later. I'm throwing everything up there and see what sticks. It'll be a couple weeks for me to get it together graphically, but I've already got the domain and I think this will be good. And at this point any step towards writing for a living is one step closer than I was yesterday.

UNPLUG ALREADY

I was on my way to work this morning, turning right on red, when my Jeep was given a serious bump from behind. The lady driving the small silver sardine can in back of me was on the phone and wasn't paying attention to the fact that I hadn't actually pulled out of her way yet. Either that, or she isn't familiar with the laws of physics.

Fortunately there was no damage to people or cars, and no need even for information exchange (the spare tire rides pretty low on the Liberty and I think that's what she hit), but this illustrates perfectly one of my pet peeves.

Phones in the car suck. HANG UP AND DRIVE ALREADY.

I love the convenience of my cell phone, but I don't feel the need to be available to everyone 24/7, and I don't understand people that can't make it through a car ride without getting on the horn. Half the time I don't even have mine turned on. It's good to unplug and disappear for awhile. Keeps people wondering what you're up to.

I do answer the phone in the car, but they are short "yes or no" conversations unless I'm on a road trip and/or my headset is on. Technology is wonderful, but it must be used with responsibility.

The lady that hit me was very nice and apologized profusely. I could tell she felt really bad, but I hope she learned something from it as well. (One of my fav quotes: When you lose, don't lose the lesson.) I decided the day could only get better from there, so that was a good thing. I couldn't help thinking about one of the Pooh stories Mom used to read to me though; Tigger falls into the river and says, "I was pushed! :humph:"

It's been a long day though and now I must get a few hours of sleep before I make the same trek again; hopefully tomorrow won't be so bumpy.