There has never really been a moment when I've been uncertain of what I wanted to do in life. To write and teach. To teach and write. These two have always been the top of my list. For a little while I did want to translate - and while I'd enjoy translating documents, I've long since given up my desire to translate while listening. My ears just wouldn't be strong enough.
But I've been teaching for a little over a year and working on getting my certification (I've my degree in my subject) and trying to write on the side. Writing is a joy if frustating. I start writing and get through several chapters when I stall. And I turn to reading instead of writing as my getaway for the day. That is good and all if I would eventually go back to writing, but, as you've probably guessed, I haven't. I'm still reading a book a day (or so) but I've written less than ten words (if even that). Again, I'll say it's frustrating.
While I understand that writers all have times when they are stuck for words, it's not like I'm not creating stories. I dream them; I daydream them; I make up stories all throughout the day (especially when driving), but I can't seem to write them down. The instant I sit with the document open to write, I freeze and can't remember what I wanted to write down. Or if I am able to write, I write something completely different than I what I had planned on writing. That normally doesn't bother me, but when I have a story and can continue it any time other than when I am physically writing, it's bothersome. And frustrating.
But that's life. At least, that is what people say, right? Last post I recommended Sweet K's cookies. As I help out, it makes sense and interestingly enough, I have been writing more since I've begun posting, making flyers, etc. for Sweet K's. But I'll mention something else now: Chandler the Robot. Meg Frampton has the best jewelry that is both quirky and cute. At the moment I am wearing her hot air balloon earrings and feeling as if maybe, just possibly, my writing will let me drift away and relax after a frantic school day.
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