Last night I watched as Kanye West jumped on stage and took away poor Taylor Swift's moment of glory.
Last week I shook my head in disbelief as a member of Congress spew a spontaneous "shout out" that targeted the President of the United States.
During the weekend I puzzled over Serena Williams outburst at the U.S. Open in reaction to a line judge's call of a foot fault. I'm not sure what surprised me more - Serena's behavior or that years earlier McEnroe and Nastase acted the same way with similar penalties but less fanfare.
Tonight I think about my dreams and aspirations. My continuous edits and revisions to make my writing better. My daily challenge to balance my work with my family's needs and somehow make it all work. My evenings, sitting in front of the laptop, exhausted, knowing I need to write more.
And I think, what a boring life.
I get up and cook breakfast. I go to campus and teach my classes. I work on communications projects for my clients. I work out. I come home. I check in on the kids' day at school. I get them to bed. And I sit on the couch and, exhausted, and try to write some more.
My life is fun. I love what I'm doing. But I'm not controversial. I don't paste manifestos into my Facebook posts. I'm rather polite and professional. I tend to say "gosh" instead of "G-o-d." I rarely go bra-less (ok, that's more because I nursed two children but you get my point.)
Life for a writer comes alive on the page. The stories are where the excitement lives, the essays where universal themes connect a voice to readers. In my real world, away from the page, I need to pay attention and observe. It's where I get my ideas. It's where I pull my characters from. I can't afford to be exciting. Boring suits me fine. Boring lets me see what's out there to write about.
I'll probably never interrupt an acceptance speech by Candace Bushnell. I'll most likely never heckle the CEO of Random House. And I'll certainly never stream profanities at an editor who calls me on a split infinitive. I'm just not like that.
But I am a writer. And as boring as it sounds, I'll just keep moving forward, putting my words on the page for someone to read. Because when those words come alive on the page, well, that's a story.