Meh

I worked a double today at the restaurant so I have little to nothing to offer. I'm not really sure if writing two sentences counts as a blog post but what can you do.

Sweet nothings

The thing about writing everyday is what you have nothing to write about? Like I feel like this should be interesting to read, or relevant, or have something do with writing. But I got nothing. Nothing! Is it better to write random nothing or write nothing at all?

I'm guessing random nothing. Even if no one reads it. Maybe no one should read it! And yet I am putting it on a blog. Good times.

I don't have much to contribute sadly. But at least I'm trying, I suppose.

My dad got me a fountain pen. They're pretty cool to write with. Actually I did write something today besides this, I just didn't write it here. So that's something I suppose. Longhand writing.

Dreckitude

I discovered a Top Model marathon of a season I haven't seen yet. I didn't have anything else planned for the day beyond the doctor appointment I already went to so here I am. Watching Top Model. I will probably bust out the Vogue and Elle I haven't finished yet while I'm watching it. I love things about fashion. If I could pick one magazine to be published in it would totally be Vogue.

People are always surprised about that side of me, I guess because a good amount of the time I run around in tank tops and hoodies and jeans or skirts depending on the weather. And I don't look very glam, I know. If I had the means to rock an awesome wardrobe from cool designers I would be all about it. And as I've told several people, all I want out of life is a Burberry trench coat. Well, you know, and other things. But that's up there.

Maybe I could be an unfashioned fashion blogger.

Back in the saddle I wasn't really in.

Well, a year has passed.


OK. A year hasn't passed. But it sounded dramatic. And right as I finished typing it the rain picked up.

OK it was actually several seconds later that the rain picked up. It's not a dark and stormy night.
But a lot has changed. The last time that I wrote here I had an apartment, two jobs, and I was single. But on the verge of not for the last one. Now I live in a house with my boyfriend and I have one job. Two out of three good things is good, right? Right. (The job I do have, not so awesome.)

Now the question is, has she gotten any further on her writing? Augh. Of course not. I did submit the manuscript but, clunk. I also entered (at the very last second of course) a poetry contest that my friend Traci sent me a link to for a British mag that publishes work by women. It's called myslexia, how great is that? And one of the poems that I sent in was about a guy from England! Hello! Anyway. That could possibly fan out. Maybe.

So here we are, in our unpacked messy house. And I have decided that this month is going to be...wait for it...Blogust. (I like to name things.) I have to blog every day this month. Even if it's about absolutely nothing. Back in the habit of writing every day. (Like that was something I did once, of course, in a magical land, far away.) And maybe look into other places to submit poems in the meantime. And maybe write that novel...OK. Let's start with blogging every day.

Sadly this isn't an exciting first post to start with but what can you do, really.
Now I'm going to wait for my boyfriend to get home and read my November novel while I wait. Because oh yes, I never finished reading that either.

Motivation isn't really my thing apparently. Maybe I'll take it up as a hobby.