I'm Not Very Good At This

I don't update this very often. It's silly that this bothers me right now, considering my past history. I've become quite the blog addict, though, so I feel like I should make an effort to keep this updated...ish.

Also, I'm thinking of starting another blog. Why that strikes me as a good idea is beyond me (points below to show infrequent updating). We'll see. I can't keep you too posted, though, because I don't want my second blog to be so secretive. *shifty eyes*

Anyway.

I can't believe I never mentioned this, but I'm studying off-campus this semester. Hands down the best decision I've ever made. I'm leaving for home in about 48 hours, and I really couldn't be less thrilled. Things I don't want to go back to

- homework

- my job at the paper (uh oh...)

- small towns

Last weekend someone (my pastor, actually) asked if I had been bit by the big city bug. I lied. In church! To my pastor! ON EASTER SUNDAY. It's a wonder I wasn't smote right then and there. I said no to my pastor. The real answer is yes. Yeah, I like my small town values and my small town prices. But MAN do I like city livin.

I'm gonna miss this town.

Inspiration

This has to be quick, because I'm at work and have a story that needs to be written. But something pretty awesome just happened, so I want to share it.

I write for a magazine. I received an article assignment earlier this week and have just felt extremely lazy about it all along. I dragged my feet trying to find a contact person, I delayed contacting that contact person, I took my time getting in touch with the subject of my article, and now I've put off writing the article until the last day. I've been at work for almost two full hours now and have done nothing to start the article other than reading over the information I have and writing down what I feel are important points. I've procrastinated with every website I can possible think of. But finally I was like, all right, this needs to happen. Let's get crackin. So after reading over the past two articles that I've written for this same department to look for some inspiration, I turned my attention to my notepad, where I traced over the letters of "Lead" many, many times, trying to come up with something, ANYTHING, remotely worth starting my article with.

And then literally out of absolutely nowhere, it hit me. I wasn't actively trying to come up with something, at least not really. I was mulling over something completely different in fact--how I could make a money amount an interesting lead. And then all of a sudden I realized what my lead would be (nothing that had to do with money) and it was just SO COOL. It was like my brain just magically pulled a perfect lead out of thin air. I have no idea how these things work. It really is hard to wrap your mind around. How can these things just happen? How does a story begin to write itself? I have no idea. But it's things like this that prove to me that I'm a writer. Unless, of course, this happens to everyone, but I'd prefer to think it's something magical that only the privileged few get to experience. Those of us who were born to write. Writers. With a capital W.

I'm a Writer.