Eggs in a basket

March 17th, 2005

This morning, like every morning, I thought about what I planned on writing as I went about my daily business. Bored and unable to think of anything that didn’t have to do with poop, I packed up the baby and headed out.

We get about two stoplights away when it hit me: I will write about Politically Correct People and how they drive me nuts. As I think more and more about this topic, I find myself becoming very agitated. I thought about certain PC people and had a feeling the post would use the words “fuck” and “fucking” more than my average post.

Then I went into the bookstore.

For me, as a writer, going into a bookstore is like a wannabe med student hanging out in a hospital: It is inspiration.

I usually peruse through the “new release” books and read all the titles; sometimes I stop and read the acknowledgements section to see what “little people” the writers thanked. So I pick up the book I want to get with my gift card and head upstairs. I’m walking around, when I stop. I take four or five steps backward until I find what I’m looking for.

I find the spot where my fiction book would sit on the shelf. I find myself getting excited. I then head out and look for the “parenting” shelves as that is where my book will sit if I ever get my book published. (Crosses fingers, legs, eyes, you name it.)

This brings me to a point that I have thought about making for awhile but chose not to. Not very long ago, I got a comment that started with the phrase “not to be rude…”. First, we all know that whatever you are about to say IS, in fact, rude, but you are trying to put a disclaimer on the rudeness by saying “not trying to be.” So this person goes and makes a jackass out of himself by saying that I have no goals. That I’m just living day to day.

Wait. Isn’t that how we people live? Day to day? You wake up, you live? I wanted nothing more than to tell this jackass that he doesn’t know what he is talking about. How do you know what my goals are? How do you know what I think about? Do you think that I put every single damn thought in my head on this little site for you to read?

Do you not think I have things that I keep to myself?

I have not made it hidden that I want to become a “published” writer. That has been my goal for several years now, way before I had a little thing called a “blog.” At the same time, how much can I write about wanting to publish a book without publishing one? I’ve been working at it, behind the scenes for quite some time now and I’m happy to say I’m closer now than I ever have been.

Going back to this person. This person who said I had “no goals.” This person then asked me why I would put my life on the internet for everyone to read? In the comment, there was no blog address, even though I clearly remember this person having a blog.

Let me put it this way: He put waaaay more on his blog about his personal life than I ever do. That’s kind of like the pot calling the kettle black, eh?

Luckily, I didn’t take this person too seriously. Why? From the tone of the multiple emails I have received from this person, I started to believe there were mental problems at hand. You want an autograph, tell me you wish I were your mom, then email me and tell me how rude I am and say how I have no goals. You beg for me to talk to you on MSN messenger, though I have made it very clear in my email to you that I do not talk on IM or messenger.

I’ve got a kid, for crying out loud. My goal is for her to grow up happy and secure. My goal is not to talk to some crazy stalker on IM. Since then, I have blocked this person’s IP address as the emails were just too creepy for me to ignore.

I’ve been working frantically on what I need to work on in order to make this book thing happen. I sit around, freak out, get excited, try and calm myself down. I talk myself down, tell myself that what I’m working on sucks ass, and let the husband read it.

He tells me to stop changing tenses and to fix it. I drink some vodka and get to it. He asks me if vodka is what makes the writing process work.

Hemingway drank, correct? So I must be doing something right.

26 Comments

  1. mrtl wrote,

    Not to be rude or anything, but I’m a little disappointed in you. You indicated, you foreshadowed, that your post would have lots of fuck and fucking (46), and didn’t deliver. What gives?

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 2:40 pm

  2. Sarcastic Journalist wrote,

    I said the post about PC people would say lots of fucks. Since I decided to go the book/writing/stalker route, the fucks were not there.

    Let me think about the PC people a little more and I’ll get back to you. So, for the time being: FUCKITY FUCK FUCK. FUCK A DUCK. FUCKING SHIT. FUCK.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 2:48 pm

  3. JT wrote,

    Hey, don’t be a goal driven nut like me, okay? My hubby is always having to tell me to chill. Just live your life. If I could go back and change anything about my life, I would not have read all those self help books. I woulda just lived and made it up as I went along. You’re okay, okay?

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 2:50 pm

  4. Y wrote,

    I fucking HATE people who say I don’t mean to be rude.. BUT.

    And girl.

    Who gives a SHIT what some stranger on the internet says? I don’t, you shouldn’t either.

    You’re awesome and you KNOW IT!

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 2:58 pm

  5. Kimberley wrote,

    I find vodka essential for some things. In-law dinners, work get togethers, work.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 3:09 pm

  6. Jessica wrote,

    A stalker, huh? Those happen a lot. I could tell you lots of horror stories about that shit.

    And I despise people who start a sentence with that, “I don’t mean to be rude…” line. Although I like what Y told that person at her work. You rock. :-D

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 3:12 pm

  7. Di wrote,

    I find it very weird that people go to other blogs and pass judgement about who they are as people. How the fuck can you know somene by just reading some stuff they post on the Internet?! That angers me, in case you couldn’t already tell.

    Best wishes for the book :)

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 3:17 pm

  8. Robotnik wrote,

    Hemingway drank like a bull…but never while he was writing.
    Bukowski drank like a bigger bull…and ALWAYS when he was writing.

    You and I share (at least) one goal. And you and I are closer to it than ever. (I’m happy to hear that little clue you just gave).

    Rock on.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 3:18 pm

  9. mrtl wrote,

    SJ, it was a tease either way. Thanks for the laughs!

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 3:55 pm

  10. Emily wrote,

    I just love your blog S.J. and would so buy a box of your books and make everyone read it…your writing is what’s keeping a smile on my face right now!

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 4:11 pm

  11. Ninotchka wrote,

    Goals are like assholes. Everyone has one and they all stink. ha! Just kidding.

    I suppose I have goals but I prefer to act like I just fly by the seat of my pants and that everything that I’ve accomplished thus far has just sort of evolved to fruition. I cannot, no, I REFUSE to set myself up for disappointment. I know goal-oriented people that hate their lives. So, no thank you.

    Keep working on what you’re working on. Your beloved readers know it’s going to be good. And even if it isn’t, we’ll love you and the effort you put forth anyway. :)

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 4:33 pm

  12. MollieBee wrote,

    I’m sorry SJ, that is fucked up. My goal for the day is to have fun and not suck.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 5:04 pm

  13. Badger wrote,

    Dude, vodka is TOTALLY integral to the writing process. Just ask me and my half-dozen unfinished novels. If I had an unlimited supply of Grey Goose, those fuckers would be on the best-seller list by now.

    Hey, wait, does that mean I can write off my vodka habit as a business expense? What about the olives? Is there a CPA in the house?

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 6:09 pm

  14. ginger wrote,

    Well, Poe and Shakespeare both drank themselves to death, so looks to me like you are on the right track.

    You are way ahead of me on the dream, SJ. I’m dying to one day be a published author (read: filthy, stinking rich published author), but I have yet to have the book. You’re WAY ahead of me!

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 6:44 pm

  15. ginger wrote,

    I just re-read my comment, and what was should have been funny (the Poe, Shakespeare line) sounds shitty. I didn’t mean it that way! I just meant that they were famous writers who drank! :)

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 7:05 pm

  16. Robotnik wrote,

    Yo Badger, seems like the vudki is hindering you. Half dozen UNFINISHED novels? Get to work my good man.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 7:46 pm

  17. ANDS wrote,

    yesh i have a goal I would like you to have…..it is to find me a job (that pays real money…not fake “take care of my baby” money)…and hopefully i wouldlike it.! ok GO….i will give you vodka too.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 9:19 pm

  18. debutaunt wrote,

    My goals: keep out of jail. don’t do anything worthy of Jerry Springer. have as much sex as I possibly can.

    So far 2 out of 3 ain’t so bad. Just that I’m not telling which 2 I’ve met.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 10:03 pm

  19. Ty wrote,

    debutant - not to be rude, but (hehehe) based on your March 17th blog entry, I’d say so far you’ve met 1 and 2 :o )

    SJ - keep up the great blog entries. And if your books are as interesting and fun to read as the blog, you’ll have no problem getting them published…

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 10:15 pm

  20. Caitlin wrote,

    Man, that sucks, I’m sure you totally have lots of goals. I do too. Not hitting my snooze button for two hours. Washing my hair at least every other day. Wearing more than lip balm in terms of makeup. Limiting myself to saying things like, “that’s pretty badass” or “that’s so un-metal” to family members only.

    Yeah. Baby-steps, man, that’s alll there is to this “having goals” crap.

    Comment on 3/17/2005 @ 11:18 pm

  21. Autumn wrote,

    Mmmmmm. Vodka.

    Comment on 3/18/2005 @ 12:19 am

  22. Y wrote,

    when your book comes out, I’m going to check out the acknowledgment section to see what “little people’ (or FAT people. HA!) you thank. HINT

    Comment on 3/18/2005 @ 9:53 am

  23. Kristin wrote,

    Reminds me of my mother-in-law, whose favorite way to begin a sentence is, “I don’t mean to be critical, but …”

    If it makes you feel any better, I’m totally jealous that you have a book finished and another one in the works, while I’m just sitting here with fragments.

    Comment on 3/18/2005 @ 11:35 am

  24. Texas T-bone wrote,

    I figure the library is better inspiration for me because it’s free, and I tend to write a lot of stuff for free.

    Comment on 3/18/2005 @ 6:08 pm

  25. obsidian wrote,

    You mean we arent supposed to write our whole lives on our blog????

    crap.

    *runs over to blog*

    eh too much trouble to erase.. eh well..

    obsidian :)
    Good luck on your writing!! always looking for a new good author.. :D

    Comment on 3/21/2005 @ 12:44 am

  26. backgammon wrote,

    backgammon
    The clouds of my grief dissolved and I drank in the light. With my thoughts recollected I turned to examine the face of my physician. I turned my eyes and fixed my gaze upon her, and I saw that it was

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