Though a poorly edited one and with a limited vocabulary, I do consider myself a bit of a writer.
I never said I was good.
I feel my heart of writing missing in the last few weeks, mostly because I’ve been so consumed with my new job, figuring out a new schedule and managing my stress levels. My mojo has been a bit absent in my writing.
Though I’ve been dying for it to come out, it’s been a little overwhelmed lately. “It” being the creative-side brain that needs to chill the fuck out and write something half-way readable.
I’ve poured myself an early Sunday afternoon glass of champagne to chat with you guys about an idea I had that hopefully everyone will have fun with.
I have so many blogs that I love to read. There are Writers who embarrass me with their witty reparte and clever linking of life, love and sarcasm. There are those who are fearless. Those who are funny. The stylish. The brave and the loving.
Amongst many bloggers, there are groups who communicate outside the blog world. We interact with each other. Blogs have convinced me that people aren’t who you think they are are first blush. Blogs have taught me not to stereotype. Blogs have taught me that I have a horrid vocabulary.
As a blogger, and as someone who writes a bit more reservedly now (because all sorts of people read this crap), there are posts that I dream of writing one day. Fantasy posts, if you will. They vary in style.
I dream of being the first to post a cool semi-celebrity wedding. Like, I’d love to have been at Amy Carter’s (President Jimmy Carter’s daughter) wedding. Or Chelsea Clinton. I think I’d love to go to politically charged wedding. And be the first to post about it.
I dream of writing the post of all secret posts that won’t ever get posted. [nevernevernevernevernevernevernevernever]
I dream of writing the post to the boy who broke my heart the worst. [I’ve been mentally writing it for a good decade.]
To the woman who was the biggest bitch. [Naweisniak, I fantasize verbally tongue lashing you to death with sarcasm and a feeling of total inadequacy in all that embodies you in mind and spirit.]
The the best teacher [Mrs. Reyes], the worst teacher [Mr. Voss]. The odd, weird people who permanently changed my life, whose names I can’t remember but whose actions continue to linger around my consciousness, oblivious to the time, long since past. [Like the strange soldier who ‘rescued’ me from the middle of the train tracks in Iwakuni, Japan; who actually scared me more than the train would have since I purposely stopped there to feel the excitement of the nearby train.I wasn’t really in danger. He was acting overly heroic in front of his buddies.]
But unless you are completely anonymous in your blog (this can be VERY hard to do, by the way), there’s no way to write the posts that nip and snap at your writing mind, like an annoying little fucking shih tzu. So I reached out to a handful of my writing friends (blog and otherwise); the ones who I think write like the wind. I asked them to write the post they couldn’t write publicly, the anonymous opportunity to share thoughts with other brides, whether about weddings, or life and womanhood in general.
And they are responding. Slowly. With their own blogs, writing and life getting in the way. I really wouldn’t have it any other way. So aver the next couple of weeks, I’ll be sharing some posts from both the anonymous and the public. About wedding, marriage and life in general. I’m excited to share some writing of some people I truly respect.
Do me a favor and show them some comment love when you read them. Nothing makes a writer happier than feedback. I’m SO excited to share!
If you didn’t get an email from me and you think you want share the Post That You Could Never Post, feel free to contact me. I’d be happy to hear from you.