Obviously, I did NOT get back in the saddle. But when I don’t write, I feel like something is missing. Then I think about writing and I want to write but I can’t think of what to write, so I don’t write. I also don’t write when I think of all those people out there blogging about important things- issues and concerns, political or environmental, or telling really funny stories about stuff that has happened to them, and I’m just me, blogging about me and my feelings or my day-to-day goings-on. Which don’t seem that interesting in the grand scheme of things. But here I am anyway, ready to write again. Settle in. It could get interesting. Or not.
I guess first and foremost, the biggest change since the last time I wrote is that we announced that I’m pregnant. I feel funny saying “we’re” pregnant- while I get fatter, Dave is working his butt of getting skinnier. Hmm, that kind of pisses me off. But I digress. This is really beyond-super exciting for both of us and I’m glad we can finally talk about it other people. It was a bit of a struggle, but that’s neither here nor there at this point. We’re having a baby. In March. There is a person growing in my stomach. This week, it’s the size of a navel orange. Weird to think about.
On another, less interesting note, I got bit by something at school yesterday and my left ankle is the size of a navel orange, too. Ironic? Maybe.
Nanowrimo starts in a month and a half. I wrote a novel last November and I fully intend to do it again. I don’t know what this one will be about yet. I’m hoping to jump-start my creative juices before then. This year I vow to stay on top of things- 1667 words a day, come hell or high water. It doesn’t take that long when you do it each day.
As I’m writing about Nanowrimo, it got me thinking- what do I want to be when I grow up? I like teaching. I really like teaching in Guatemala. But is this what I want to do with my whole life? I don’t really think I’m good enough to do this forever (not looking for ‘yes you are’s’, just being honest). I’m a little too sarcastic and definitely not patient enough. I think that, given sufficient resources, I would like to direct theatre. A community theatre-type thing, like The KLT. I would really love that. Yes, that’s what I’d like to do. Anyone want to pony up the money for me to make this dream a reality? Anyone? Hellooo…?
I’m having a baby. Just thought I’d throw that in, one more time.