I am a writer.

I am not talking about blogging (I'm a blogger too as if that means anything anymore). I am talking about WRITING.

I have to write. When I get an idea in my head if I can't jot it down at the moment it comes to me it will vaporize and be lost forever. And that kind of sucks. There have been so many stories that I wanted to share or anecdotes or stupid jokes that have died before ever being manifested onto paper (or Open Office. Yeah, I use Open Office instead of paying for fucking Microsoft programs. No thanks. I'm already a slave to the man as it is). It kills me. I'm not saying that anything written by me is worthy of mass production but the stories are at least good enough to share with my husband who has recently expressed interest in writing science fiction.

Did I marry a fucking writer and not even know it? My husband and I don't have many things in common (except for the big stuff) so this? It made my day. We can encourage each other and set goals and read each others stuff. He will need editing help and I know that I will need help with continuity and structure. Strangely enough while I am a bad ass editor (hire me!) I have a hard time editing my own work. I love the stream-of-conscious style (um, no shit Lauren. Your blog is your brain vomiting) and while it's perfectly rad for a blog post it isn't something that a publisher is going to want to pay for. Let's face it - my writing style isn't unique. But ya know, keep that to your fucking self. Maybe the check signers at Random House or Harper Collins will think I give a fresh new perspective on, um, whatever it is I write about.

Do I have a novel in the works? No. A short story? Nope. Not even a goddamn haiku. Other than this blog and the sporadic guest post there is absolutely no new content coming out of me. Every time I get an idea I am half asleep or I don't have anything to write it down on and like I stated earlier if I don't get it down it will die.

So what have I learned? Carry a fucking notebook and quit making excuses.