Tuesday, January 25, 2011

My Three Wishes of the Day

Yep.  Three wishes.  I would like to have three wishes granted to me today.  Would you like to know what they are?  No.  Because then they won't come true.

OK, I'll share them with you.  Boy my self-control is really not good, is it?  How long was that pause, like three seconds?  Not even?  Oh well. . .

These are in no particular order.  Other than numerical order.  But in no order of importance.  OK?

Wish #1

I wish I could be such a fabulous writer that I will one day get a book published.  It doesn't have to be today.  Next week would be fine.  You know.  I'm not in any hurry or anything.  I have come to realize that my first effort at novel writing was a flaming pile of crap.  And that kind of sucks.  Especially since I entered it in that contest!  I have a feeling a few of you might be saying, "Oh noooo, I am sure it's really good," and blah blah blah.  But I have to disagree.  I've seen it and read it again.  There are pieces parts that I still like, but the book as a whole now?  Not so much.  I like my second one better, but I even question that from time to time.  I hope one day, to be able to write a book that, even when I'm writing it, I just know it's good.  That I believe in it so much, that there is no way it could ever not be published.  I wonder if authors who have been successful feel that way about their books.  Or did they doubt themselves?  Or not themselves as much as did they doubt how good their work was? 

And don't get me wrong.  I am not saying I am doubting what I wrote and whether it's good or not.  I just know that it is not publishing material.  That said, do I think it was a waste of time?  Not at all.  I would think the more a person writes, the better they must get.  I hope that's the case anyway.  It makes me also want to take some writing classes.  But that is not one of my wishes today. . .

Wish #2

I wish I had some paints.  Not water colors.  No.  Maybe some oil paints.  I think they are more forgiving than acrylics.  And some canvases.  It would be nice.  I used to paint in middle and high school.  I wrote about it in another blog post --> (Creativity Rocks!)  And I find that the more I write, the more I miss the other creative outlets I used to have.  Both my parents are artists.  That was my dad's career - he was an artist for Reynolds Metals company.  And my mother, though she didn't really start painting until later in life, has always been a pretty creative lady.  And now she paints.  She's even sold a couple! 

I never felt I was a very good artist, but now I'd like to get back into it.  I don't know that I'd ever try and sell any or anything like that, but I'd still like to try it again.  I think that this blogging experiment has really opened up the creative juices in me.  And I realize how much I've missed them, and how much they are a part of me.  I like being creative.  And now I'd like to have a few paint brushes within my reach to dabble around with.  I dare say it would even help with my writing.  Maybe anyway.  Either way, I know I'd enjoy it.

I think I didn't enjoy it as much in school because #1, they always made you paint what "they" wanted you to paint.  It was never a free for all, as in, here's a canvas, do what you will with it.  And #2, I think also that I always wanted to get the perspective right, or the shades right etc.  Why do they have to be?  Now I'd just paint it to enjoy the experience of painting.  I can paint how I want to and not worry about a grade.  I can paint for me.  That's got to be so much more fun. . .

Wish #3

Are you wondering with baited breath what wish number three is?  I bet you think it will be something along the creative line again, don't you?  Like what?  I wish I could make some cute funky jewelry?  I wish I could have a weekend to knit or crochet on a beach somewhere? 


It has nothing to do with creativity. (But making cute jewelry or knitting and crocheting on a beach for the weekend is a lovely idea.)

Remember how I told you all that I was sick right after Christmas?  As in December 26?  Well, today is January 25.  Guess what?  I'm still sick.  Booooo!  I can't believe it.  I've never been so sick for so long.  I ended up with a sinus infection right at New Year's, and went on antibiotics.  Then I kept thinking, "Surely this is going to end now."  And it didn't.  Instead it turned into feeling good for a few days, followed by a day or two of running a bit of a temperature.  And back and forth I went.  Until Sunday when I really felt pretty horrible.  I finally went back to the doctor's office yesterday.  I had to go get a chest x-ray and everything.  The good news?  It's not pneumonia.  The bad news?  It's not pneumonia yet.  If I don't get good bed rest for the first few days till my new antibiotics kick in, I'm gonna turn this pretty nasty case of bronchitis into pneumonia.  Like a magic trick.  But not a good one.

So I'm trying to be really good.  Of course, I totally cheated last night and went grocery shopping.  Jill, my friend and neighbor was so kind and brought us dinner last night.  But still after all the stuff going on yesterday, I was wiped out by the time Joshua went to bed.  So I am listening today and only cheating once to do one little load of laundry because Joshua is out of pants.  I am propped up on the sofa and using the laptop.  And as soon as I am done with this post, I am taking a nap.  My friend Christine is being so very lovely to me.  She picked Joshua up for school and is keeping him till three today and then is even bringing him home (Christine - thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou).  So see?  I have to rest or her kindness will be a total waste.

And that means wish number three is that I hurry up and get better.  Because I am totally over being ill.  It sucks. 

To cheer me up, post some comments and tell me what your three wishes for just today would be.  Make them good so that I laugh.  But not too hard, because I don't want to cough up a lung.  OK?  Thanks. Happy day to you all! 

1 comment:

  1. Just FYI: acrylic paints suck all kinds of unpleasant things. Mostly because the only true primary color the acrylic paint people pre-make us yellow.

    And who needs that kind of stress?


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