My friend, Deb, is a fellow writing group groupie. We’ve been meeting in various configurations of 6 – 7 people for six years, if memory serves. Maybe it’s time I send her flowers.
Deb is a really good writer. She’s funny. She can be light but also thoughtful.
We’ve both had essays published in a couple area magazines. But alas, essays are not in great demand these days so when she brings her terrific pieces to the group, I tell her, start a blog.
I figure she can at least post some of her work there. Have a public record of her writing abilities. Display initiative. Get some feedback from readers. Etc.
The problem with blogging, or the thought of blogging, is that bloggers/writers (or maybe it was just me) think or hope or dream or fantasize that blogging is a short-cut to fame or success or at least getting noticed.
However, success in writing seems to come through a lot of little steps that over time add up to something that can be summed up as real progress.
And yet, there’s always another mountain to climb filled with a million little steps.
Here’s my advice to Deb or anyone who’s aching for success in a creative endeavor: don’t fixate on the mountain. Instead, take the journey one step at a time, said the wise old woman, Pam. I feel a Jordin Sparks song coming on.
All that to say, check out Deb’s blog, What (a) Debbie Does.
Wait! I’m not done!
I was going to get out and see the The Sapphires this afternoon, by myself. It’s a based-on-a-true-story movie about four Aboriginal girls who tour Vietnam as a Motown-inspired girl group back in the late ’60s. But alas I think my to-do list is too long today, plus I have to get to Target to buy sensitivity toothpaste for me, and a special kind of dental floss, one that doesn’t require two hands, for my son who had wrist surgery last Thursday. I know, I know, you envy my lifestyle as a woman whose primary focus today is dental floss and toothpaste.
If you are looking for a funny book and don’t mind bathroom humor, I really enjoyed Sarah Silverman’s memoir, The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption and Pee. However, if you are an uncommonly good and virtuous person, I would not recommend you rush out and buy her book. She indulges in so-called dirty humor, but in such a silly way I think she’s funny.
The National Geographic channel is doing a three-night, six-part documentary series on the ’80s. I watched one hour of it last night, and taped the other hour. It’s quite well done. I hated the ’80s when I was in them; they were the complete opposite of the ’70s, that decade when I dreamed of becoming a social worker who helped inner city kids learn how to read. But watching one hour of it last night, I have to admit I was feeling a bit nostalgic. Was it because technology hadn’t yet splintered our attention in a billion and one different ways?
What are your thoughts on the ’80s? Or anything else? Anything! I’m listening!