Sandy Adams B4B
Then the ZeroBoss asked his readers to write something.
I stumbled on to the ZeroBoss's site as Blogging for Book 3# happened and quickly became addicted to not just the ZeroBoss's blog but also all of the people who comment on his entries. This crazy person who takes care of the kids, the house, and yet still seems to have a sense of humor fascinated me. Then Blogging for Books 4# came along.
Now I write all the time, sure, in secret. Rarely allowing anyone to read or critique my stuff. "I don't want to do this" I hear myself say. Suddenly I've given the ZeroBoss the thundering voice of God "HAHAHA" laughs "why she doesn’t even know what a comma is used for" I start to mess around comma, or period, comma noperiodnono comma.....urg, well, something like that.
Nothing like feeling like you can't do something to make me angry enough to try. I start to think of all the great crazy stories I have. There's the one about the crazy ex......but really that's his crazy story I just got pulled in. Then there is how my mother drives me crazy, but shoot doesn't everyone's mother drive them crazy? In my head I write about a million transcripts from my life. I'm driving down the street yelling at the people in front of me because they just screwed up and now I can't remember where in my story I was. Then I start getting mad at the ZeroBoss, how dare he presume to ask random people to write in, doesn't he know what he is doing to me? This really pisses me off and I decide I’'m not going to write anything.
Not so easy. I get this inkling in my brain that if I don't write in, it's going really hurt. How many times have I not done something..... .about a zillion. Oh I do the big things like deciding to live overseas or moving halfway across the country with no job and no money. It's the little things that I have problems with, like going to the doctors, or heck someday's I'm scared of the grocery store. When it comes to my art, I usually destroy it rather then take a chance that someone might see it. Burning it, erasing, drowning, I've done it all to my best stuff, the stuff of my soul. AND it hurts, every single time. It hurts like someone stripped the skin off my arms. I'm sick of being sick, I'm tired of the pain, and I'm pretty sure that the ZeroBoss does not have the voice of God. So here it goes.....good luck to myself.
I stumbled on to the ZeroBoss's site as Blogging for Book 3# happened and quickly became addicted to not just the ZeroBoss's blog but also all of the people who comment on his entries. This crazy person who takes care of the kids, the house, and yet still seems to have a sense of humor fascinated me. Then Blogging for Books 4# came along.
Now I write all the time, sure, in secret. Rarely allowing anyone to read or critique my stuff. "I don't want to do this" I hear myself say. Suddenly I've given the ZeroBoss the thundering voice of God "HAHAHA" laughs "why she doesn’t even know what a comma is used for" I start to mess around comma, or period, comma noperiodnono comma.....urg, well, something like that.
Nothing like feeling like you can't do something to make me angry enough to try. I start to think of all the great crazy stories I have. There's the one about the crazy ex......but really that's his crazy story I just got pulled in. Then there is how my mother drives me crazy, but shoot doesn't everyone's mother drive them crazy? In my head I write about a million transcripts from my life. I'm driving down the street yelling at the people in front of me because they just screwed up and now I can't remember where in my story I was. Then I start getting mad at the ZeroBoss, how dare he presume to ask random people to write in, doesn't he know what he is doing to me? This really pisses me off and I decide I’'m not going to write anything.
Not so easy. I get this inkling in my brain that if I don't write in, it's going really hurt. How many times have I not done something..... .about a zillion. Oh I do the big things like deciding to live overseas or moving halfway across the country with no job and no money. It's the little things that I have problems with, like going to the doctors, or heck someday's I'm scared of the grocery store. When it comes to my art, I usually destroy it rather then take a chance that someone might see it. Burning it, erasing, drowning, I've done it all to my best stuff, the stuff of my soul. AND it hurts, every single time. It hurts like someone stripped the skin off my arms. I'm sick of being sick, I'm tired of the pain, and I'm pretty sure that the ZeroBoss does not have the voice of God. So here it goes.....good luck to myself.
posted by Georganna Hancock M.S. | 4:11 PM
1 Comments:
Poor Sandy!
I received this entry as two MS Word attachments to an email. Luckily I was at the keyboard when the mail arrived, because I shot a reply asking for the entry (only) sent again as a text file in the body of a message. Although I have virus protection, I still distrust email attachments from someone I don't know. O.K. Sandy did as asked (I think) and sent requested format right back. I copied and pasted it into a post. Aaaaargh! All those symbols instead of apostrophes, quotes, and ellipses (I think, maybe that's what they are supposed to be). I tried entering the piece as a comment. Same result. I laboriously went through the writing in edit mode three times, changing out all the offending symbols, using two open windows so I could do a server refresh to check if the changes "took". This is the best Blogger and I can do. you see, the piece looks absolutely fine everywhere but in the actual blog!
Sorry, Sandy. This almost drove me crazy!
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