No eclipse for me...

So, I just ducked outside on my lunch break to see this eclipse and what do you know? It's completely cloudy here and I can't see a dang thing. The moon and I have a love/hate relationship that goes way back. I guess we aren't speaking to each other tonight...

I was really looking forward to seeing the eclipse too... Damn you, moon!

Pound out the writing

One of the first things that I ever remember wanting to be when I "grew" up was a writer. I spent hours as a kid in my own little dream world creating stories in my head and acting them out. My pseudonym was "Emily Wiseman" (why that, I have no fucking clue...) and I dreamed of being a famous newspaper reporter or novelist. When I was a kid, I always assumed that I would eventually grow up one day and the creative juices would flow, and I would write, and people would read it, and I would become an overnight sensation.

Now, I am 25 years old. I work 40 hours a week at nights, pounding out reply emails to people who need help with their printers and fax machines. The work is mundane, and half the time, I can respond to the emails with little or no thought.

I think the bright eyed little girl with the writer's handle of "Emily Wiseman" is still trapped somewhere inside this body. All these stories and book ideas floating around in my head seem to be trapped though. I wish I could figure out how to get them out so the rest of the world can see how imaginative I really am...