It's not that hard for me to
do
So I wrote half of my short
story the other day, Saturday actually, it's the short story that's coming up
next month, it also came to my attention that I'm crap at not write shit on
this. like really, I write a short story and it's only up, or at least on the
Home for like two or three days, so now, it's going up for a week, which means
you have a week, and probably no longer to read it. 'cause let's face it I love
to write crap.
so anyway, in one sitting I write
6 pages, it isn't that great, really, they aren't, just a story for you all to
read something that shows I'm a writer - since for some reason I can't seem to
call myself a author when I haven't anything published, and a lot of you
probably agree that I'm not 'cause of that same reason, but I have heard people
call themselves authors before they are one, because that's what they want to
be.
and I really want to be one,
doesn't mean that I'm going to become one, and therefore I can't call myself an
author when I'm not published, so I'm a writer, not that I would even call
myself that to someone else. nah, I'm just a housewife - ha, wouldn't even do
that one, even though, technically I am one, I stay home clean, look after the
kids and cool dinner more times than I don't. That’s the definition of a
housewife isn't it? The only difference with me is that I'm not a wife, nor
will I ever become one. Just thinking about walking down an aisle...shivers up the
spin, just thinkin' bout it, and that's cool, I just don't like the whole centre
of attention and all that. I could just down to the court house, but my partner
would wont his parents there, and then mine would want to as well, and, yeah,
the same as before.
My idea of getting married? (And
this would only work if I lived in the USA but I don't, sigh) is getting maggoted
and saying 'I DO' to an elves impersonator, or you know, whoever the hell is
there. Really, that's my dream. Or at least the one I have now, before was
different... and pointless to you all, cause really you don't care about me and
marriage, do you?
I was hoping that I would be
able to finish my short story tonight, but I tried and started reading it - you
know, so that I could finish it off. And I just couldn't....
So here I sit, looking at
other blogs, reading what they have to say from the last couple of days, fixing
up things on this blog. There isn't much, I'm on here way too much. But it's
going to change, though really, it's not like I can really help a lot of
things. But school holidays is coming up. And my kids are going to have a week
off their respected schooling (preschool, family daycare) and I have that week,
and the time that comes up, to get my daughter to use the toilet, she just
doesn't want to. She’ll pee anywhere else, but the toilet, as soon as I ask her
to, or make her, she'll hold it in until she's in pain from needing to pee.
it's horrid, and I can't do what I did with my son - bribery, yeah, he caved,
and my daughter wont, I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad one, for
either of my kids. But there you have it. She’s too old to still be in nappies
(nearly 4) and I won’t her out of them before we head on holidays, really, how
much better would it all be if she didn't use them.
So though I normal don't tell you
this crap - mostly because I write the story in the week that I post them, but
this short story is about Hell, and falling in love (yeah, it's what's
happening), or more so lust. I started writing it in-between book 1 and book 2
of the personal demons series, the one that I didn't like all that much and so
I wrote a story, it was either that or let my mind create a series from it. And
I really don't want that. Heaven and hell are something that I have problems
writing about. mostly because when you go into that you go into the bible and
God and the devil and that's something all together different and something I
can't... well, it's not about my believing or not, and I'm going to get into my
beliefs on this, but I don't like that book (the bible) I don't believe in the
bible, and if you want to go write into that shit, you kinda need to get to
know it a bit, and I can't... even for a book, so I leave it alone and go into
all that threw different religions. I just can't.... I have deep feelings about
That Book, and I'm never going to write about them. But there there and I can't
read it, can't learn the finer dealings of it. I tried and it just pissed me
off so much I--yeah, not going there so I'm going to stop here before I say
(write) something I can't take back but would wont to.
So this isn't at all what I
wanted to talk about, but there you have it anyway, I can't remember what the
original idea was. So... (and so you know, this is how my stories are like too,
I have an idea, have something I would really like the book/story to be like,
but it comes out the way it does and yeah, that's evident in the last story
that I wrote, I wanted it to have love, yes, but also hatred, pain, longing,
hopelessness. it's now Lust. all about lust. how pathetic is that.
Good night/morning/mid
day/afternoon... wherever you are, whenever your reading this, thanks for your
time