Now is the time when the battle begin: My bloggy brain says 'stay awhile, in this comfy chair and drown in blog-reading heaven' while the rest of me knows I have things to do. Tangible things. Things that demand getting dressed and going to the school and creating waterpaper apple die-cuts because I said I would for Art Discovery. My mouth said yes and so I am following through. Stupid mouth.
But my mouth has said other things too. (I'm chatty.) Like, I am going to work on my short story and there is a novel I've been dragging my feet on. Here it is October, and I am avoiding writing fiction because I have no idea where to start. It's new and difficult so I took action: God help me, I've signed up for a writing seminar.
I just finished the required reading this morning and the anxiety is setting in. Portland is teeming with hip hipster-type people that write and I can't help but imagine they are going to sniff out my PTA status and scowl. Or maybe that's my burgeoning inferiority complex showing. They (the people I imagine, with all the courage and coolness) will probably be amazing and gracious, scared and nervous too - I'm being a big non-hip wuss. Not that it matters because I am going, I'm taking a step.
I'll be the supergeek up front, taking notes and plotting dinner. It may not be glamorous, but I never imagined my life could be this sweet.
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