Monday, March 31, 2008

Does Anybody Still Own a Discman?



Wow...with the proverbial bullet between my teeth, I have finally bitten down and found me a blog to call my own! I am, admittedly, joining in at the tail end of this congo line, though. It's kind of like trying to be excited about getting a Discman in a world of iPods...I mean, I'm happy to be progressing past writing in my grade 5 diary with the teddy bear on it but I probably should have started this five years ago to be cool. Maybe I'll get a myspace account in another 5! Facebook and a fax machine will follow a few years after that. Ah well, "cool" is all relative anyways. Stand yourself next to the kid who never showers in school and you get bumped up a notch, I guess. Besides, my mom thinks I'm pretty cool.

Now that I have this space to write in, what do I actually do with it? If you have come here to find something profound, I aint making any promises, honey! I have decided that I won't be happy until I have at least tried to write a novel of my own but I need to practice taking the time to write. As a way of getting into the habit of writing every day, a friend of mine suggested starting a blog. So here we sit...

Great! My first blogging day and I already have writer's block! It's not like I have the Seinfeld syndrome going on where I have covered every topic under the sun and want to go out on top! I have EVERY topic still available to me and I can't think of any blogging thing to say. My husband would be in utter disbelief. I always have too much to say!

A part of me thinks that maybe I should have planned it out before I started but I guess that is kind of the point of this exercise for me. I am always waiting for the "right time" to write. Of course, that never happens because there are always distractions and obstacles in the way of writing for fun. I am going to have to try writing every day, whether I have ideas to express or not.

There is something quite daunting about publishing your own words and ideas. It's one thing to think them...lots of crazy stuff goes on next to that hamster wheel in your brain; but to actually have them read by others is kind of like going into a horribly lit change room to try on bikinis, and having to walk out into the public part to look at the mirror. You still want to see if it fits but you can't stand the idea of showing everyone the spot where all the poutine (mmmm....so worth it!) goes to on your ass and thighs.

So here I go! I am out of the change room, my discman is playing my favourite song and I am dancing around in my bikini, my ass bulging out from the bottom!!

Too bad mixtapes are out though....