bitch slap
So here I am running around town calling myself a writer (it was a homework assignment, "the elevator pitch"...long story.) ANYway...after 3 hours discussing my genius (and the genius of the other women in the workshop), I get the brilliant idea to to stop by the bookstore tonight. WELL, if that didn't just harsh my I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR buzz!
As an aspiring writer, I should LOVE the bookstore, right? NO! I f'n hate it! First, because you can see right there in front of you that everything you want to write about has already been covered--- A MILLION TIMES! --- and second, because I want to read every single one of these books and where the hell am I supposed to find time for writing if I'm reading, and vice versa! EEEEEEEEEE!!!! I ran screaming to the Eastern religions section where I bought every single tome about staying centered and true and focused........what was I saying?...Oh yeah....
By the way, this bookstore foray comes after a head-spinning, heart pounding, mind blowing, confusion causing, ugh, I think I'm gonna vomit, link after link after link, trip into the world wide web to explore the world of blogs; It is NOT a "world"--it's a freakin' UNIVERSE - No! It's 7 Universes plus one medium sized galaxy of INFORMATION OVERLOAD! (Just today it will grow to 7 universes, 12 large galaxies, and 2 newborn planets. Tomorrow - who knows?!).
So, in my infinite wisdom, I thought the bookstore would be more manageable, and, yes, the actual geography of the bookstore is NOTHING to compare to the black hole of the www! Of course, I went nowhere near the "Internet for Dummies" section -- I was too afraid of getting sucked in!!!
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