Saturday is Gone, Baby, Gone

Dearest Saturday,

I didn’t write yesterday. Which means that I have effectively broken Promise #1 (see below).

There will be no excuses given. I was simply too busy to get to the old laptop. Nevertheless, lest I seem too blasé and whatever about it, I did experience some guilt. (Clearly not the kind of guilt that pushes a girl right over to her laptop and commence with writing). And so, to repeat, I will do my best to write every single day, every solitary day, from this very moment…

All right. The Delusions of Grandeur end here. I’ll just do my best.

My apologies.

Sincerely,
GirleyGirl

So I Don’t Forget

Welcome? Not really, because I doubt that many eyes will visit this little nook within the web world. Anyway, that’s not entirely a concern–I’m doing this as a form of self-discipline. You see, I’m a “writer.” (Get used to the quotes.) But I hardly write anymore. Therefore, in an effort to somehow keep at it, this is a little exercise to keep what’s left of my creative brain–largely burned to a crisp after years of technical writing and utter boredom–going. So I Don’t Forget: forget my love of words, of prose, of putting it all together.

Promises I’m going to hopefully keep:

1) Write something every day.

2) Don’t be frustrated when what you produce isn’t worthy of an A+ sticker, much less a Pulitzer or The New Yorker (applicable for times when I feel like sharing my work).

3) Yeah, about Promise #2: be realistic. You’re not going to win a Pulitzer next month. The chances that you’ll make it to the New Yorker are, well, currently slim. (One day, one day…) Right now, re-develop your love for writing; work on the craft, then think about those other things.

4) Seriously, Girley, write EVERY DAY.

And so, I’m going to express myself in the ways I know how (journaling, thinking aloud, getting my thoughts out there) and in a few other ways (mild ranting and raving, presenting my work every once in a while). Let’s hope this thing works.