Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Sometimes this is how I feel about writing.

I do it anyway, though, because I love looking back on my own version of a battlefield strewn with dead Persians: a page covered in great words strung together into great sentences. It makes me want to hike up my leather underpants, brandish my steel Zebra pen, and scream, "I AM A WRITER!"

But life gets in the way, and I'm glad it does a lot of the time, because if it didn't I'd have nothing to write about. I love that my baby wakes up ready to play, that I live in a new city that needs to be explored, and that my apartment complex is offering the residents free lunch from a place called Potbelly's to compensate for the gym being closed for a few days. I have important stuff to do! Like lounge on my broken couch, workout with Jillian, and sample every kind of bread available at Central Market.

So writing often takes a backseat in the station wagon of my life. But I love writing, and I want to do it more often. With college graduation a fading memory, I need some discipline to help keep my wits fit, even if nothing else about me is fit (I blame Blue Bell ice cream ... ohh Caramel Turtle Fudge!). And I finally have the time to write about whatever I want. No more article summaries, response papers, or research papers.

I have an over-ambitious goal of completing the novel I started for my thesis by the end of the summer--a complete first draft at least. It feels silly calling it a novel when it isn't published, but "story" sounds kind of juvenile, and "book" sound even more presumptuous than "novel." Maybe "document" is best? "Manuscript"?

Besides that project, I really just want to write about whatever I want. I've decided to heed the advice of Anne Lamott and write at least 300 words a day. Hopefully this blog will keep me accountable and excited about it.

We are Sparta!


  1. Kimber,
    What broken couch? The one we gave you? I like Manuscript.

  2. Alas, they are both broken in one way or another. But still usable!


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