I love when I'm sitting on the subway reading a book as I was yesterday and the day before and last week, thinking about how talented the author of my book is and how I wish that I was able to write like that. In fact, then I begin to think about the storyline and how I could have thought up those characters and that plotline, if only I had had the chance. Hehehe. So jealous. I want to write a book. I want to be creative enough to think up my own characters and storylines and I want it to be compelling enough to get published and make me lots of money so that I can quit work and just be. But for now, when I think about writing a book, all I can imagine writing is my memoir, and I wonder how many people would hate me after I published that! Not that I have a lot of enemies or dirt to expose but it ain't all pretty and so out of respect to my family and friends I don't think I could ever publish an exact story of my life. Although I have thought about the possibility of writing something under an alias...what is it called when authors do that? They have some fancy phrase for it. And I don't think it would be a literal "memoir" so much as a playing out of my life in action...perhaps I could add a few fictional plots, but there again, I have the problem of the missing creativity...or maybe not missing altogether, but rather MIA (missing in action). Work drains all my energy. I lose the energy to even update my blog. So here it is, 6:45 in the morning and I am sipping coffee and writing my first blog entry in nearly five months (sorry and thank you to those of you who have asked me to update...I appreciate your continued readership and support).
Just watching CNN...apparently there was a shootout in some pizza parlor over night here in NYC. Don't worry Mom. I hardly ever go eat pizza in the middle of the night. Lactose intolerance.
Gotta get ready for work!!!
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Writing basically consists of throwing a whole lot of thoughts onto paper (or a screen), then walking away for a week, then coming back, looking at it, and berating yourself for putting such crap onto your paper (or screen), throwing it away, throwing more thoughts out, walking away for a week, looking at it again, and berating yourself for throwing away what were obviously brilliant thoughts the week before... it's fairly easy to do, especially if you have copious amounts of wine at your disposal.
By the way, I believe the term you were referring to is nom de plume which is French for either "pen name" or "pretentious sounding title that doesn't really mean anything but it's in a foreign language that a lot of people don't know, including myself, so it really could mean anything and I would be none the wiser, like when people get Chinese characters tatooed on their arms, thinking the characters mean something like 'heart of dragon steel' but in reality it means something more like 'butt that is expanding like ripples in a pond after a boulder has been dropped into the water at high velocity' but you don't know Chinese so you paid $250 and walked away smiling..."
Laughing really hard and trying to get control.
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