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97 Cents and Other Thoughts

97 Cents and Other Thoughts

Hello, again.  Is anyone out there? I'm beginning to wonder.  Then again, I like the anonymity of the Internet.  I like how the best things we say remain hidden and the worst things we have ever said are out there for the whole world to see.  Our vulnerabilities, insecurities, anything that can draw attention to ourselves.  So, we remain silent.   This blog is almost like a web diary for me.  So, why am I making it so personal?  I don't know, maybe in the hopes that someone out there will read this and understand/relate to where I'm coming from.

 I'm supposed to be editing my book.  I'm supposed to be cleaning up.  I feel like I'm stuck in some stupid bubble that I wonder how long I'm going to be stuck in and then just today, I heard some really bad news.  I won't get into the logistics but it really threw me for a loop.  I began to wonder: How much control do we really have over our true destinies?  Are we forever doomed to live in the past?  I have a lot of different emotions going on right now.  First of all, is anyone else sick of the news or is it just me?  I walk around town like a ghost. It's so depresssing to receive such bad, bad, bad information all the time!  It can really wear down on the writer's soul because this is where we get our ideas from.  This is where we shine, where blockbusters are first thought out and what guarantees actors and actresses the right to fulfill their dream.

 That's right.  It begins with the stroke of a pen, our fingers across the keyboard.  An idea, an image that we see in the streets or even a photograph.   But what is the news? What are the issues? Barack Obama or John McCain? Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan? Iraq or Iran? That's what's going on in the world and I'm going to try not to get too political but don't we all miss the days of when Bill Clinton was President?  Someone sent me an email featuring a picture of Bill and Al Gore and they were both standing next to a gas sign that said ninety-seven cents. 97 cents! Can you imagine that?

Now, gas is almost $4 dollars a gallon.  It's so depressing sometimes.  The growing pendulum between those that have and those that don't.   Unfortunately, I'm in the latter group.  I've learned to buy in bulk when I have the money to buy something but the stress has taken its toll on me.  I find myself mediatating two, sometimes three times a day.    Anyway, today was a crappy day.  One of my New Year's resolutions is to think positively but it isn't always easy.

Thank goodness for online blogs.  I encouage all writers and aspring writers to blog, or even readers can blog.  Why? Because it's like an online personal journal.  At least, that's what it is for me.  Trying to find time to read, write and everything else under the sun can take away hours of precious time and that's what writing is for. Not only does it give me a place to vent when I need to but it helps stir my imagination and keeps me calm.  That's all for this week!

 Thanks for reading and take care,