I want to write a novel. I have no ideas though. None. I thought mabye if I started blogging some ideas would come to me. I think I'm a half-decent writer. I know my grammer and I can say things in a clever way (well, not so far on this blog but...). I just don't have anything to write a story about. I'm not an expert on anything but I suppose one could write a book on just about any subject they chose as long as they were willing to do the research, which, I suppose I'm willing to do and capable of doing. But not only do I not have a story, I don't even have a subject to research to find a story.
So what does one do? I always wanted to BE something. Well, not always. I could have been something if I started at that something a lot sooner than now but I didn't know what that something was so I didn't start at it. And now, I'm at a point in my life where my life, in and of itself, limit the things I can BE. Novelist seems within reach. Certainly more than say, brain surgeon or top-ten pop artist. Top-ten pop artist is what I've ALWAYS wanted to be but never persued it because I didn't have the self confidence. Now I have the self confidence but I'm too damn old and too damn married and too damn settled down.
I've never done this blogging thing before. So far it's pretty fun. I'm not sure who it is I'm talking to but I do feel like I'm talking to someone. Maybe just myself? I ask because I really don't get the whole blogging thing. Can others read this? Can they seek me out to read it? Why would anyone want to? Well, with those questions out there for people to read or not to read, respond to or not to respond to (can anyone even respond?) I have to stop for now.
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