So who cares right? Well, I am headed back to school to continue my Masters in English and, well, I haven't done much writing. Quite simply, I need the motivation to write everyday. I used to write three pages of long-hand free-writing every morning and completed The Artist's Way a few dozen times. Since having my son those habits have dwindled to say the least. An anonymous blog seems like a good return to writing.
Typically successful bloggers have a theme or a shtick of sorts. What would mine be? Mommy blogger?Multi-media wannabe artist? I could talk about my heavy past with drugs and booze and my recovery. I'm also true infertile, so I could talk about my IVF journey. I have a friend with an amazingly successful and popular blog that blossomed from her journey with that stuff. She probably inspires thousands of women a day. I don't know if I have anything to offer in that way. I guess I don't care about being read as much as I do about making the effort to learn how to express myself better and find out what kind of writer I am. Maybe even finding out who I am all over again. I also need to be reading other writers of course. Learning from the pros.
So I come from a family of writers. I wont expose the living ones as they have no idea I am even blogging. But to illustrate the caliber of writer I am talking about check out this guy.
No pressure there right? I did one semester of an MLA program at Penn before moving out this way. Not getting a post-bach degree from that school was my one and only regret about moving to California. Now I will be going to a tiny state school fighting for funding to stay open. That sounds a bit snotty, I know, but it is a change.
So why Schmasome Town? I use awesome so frequently in conversation that instead of kicking the habit I just started saying Schmasome to switch things up. A friend during a FaceBook chat recently asked me what the hell it means. I said, it's just awesome with a Schm in front of it. She really dug it and started using it. The other day she mentioned that it is all over FaceBook now and I may have started something. Chances are I didn't and can not be credited with "Schmasome." Someone else somewhere else probably came up with the same thing. Or maybe I heard it before and subconsciously buried it only for my mind to think it concocted the word on it's own years later. Even if that is the case, the feeling I got when she said I started something stuck with me. Her laughter stuck with me. Life is pretty Schmasome right now.
Recently I cut up all my credit cards. Anyone ever do this? It is kind of like admitting you have a problem with alcohol. It kind of sucks that you got to that point but it is a relief when you take the first step to change. Also you kind of temporarily have an excuse to pick up a new lesser destructive habit to keep your from returning to the old one. Smoking again, pornography, whatever. I guess in my case I am going with social media. So I traded the credit cards in for a blogerican textpress.
