I’ve always wanted to say that, write that. See, I read a small number of blogs written by women who are great writers, in my opinion. They make me laugh, sometimes want to cry (although, I try my best not to because I don’t like to cry), and they cause me to think about things. Some of the things they write about I agree with, some I don’t. But that’s beside the point.
Every once in a while they talk (write) about being a writer and all the ups and downs that go along with that. This is when I play a little game inside my head and pretend I am totally relating to any emotions or obstacles these writers may be facing. It’s kind of a fun game for me because it transports me to a world where I sit at a little desk, with a cup of coffee, typing away on a small laptop (one that isn’t broken, or isn’t the size of a TV). I take a break from furiously typing, take off my glasses with a quick sweep of my hand, scratch my head, and gaze off into the distance for the perfect words…
Then I quickly must put my glasses back on because I can’t see further than 10 inches in front of my face without them. And I have to plug in the laptop we affectionately refer to as “the beast” because it’s battery life lasts approximately 3.2 minutes. Next I am faced with attempting to upload the high quality photos I took on my phone, instead of a DSLRaslkfj;alkhfwieuh;k camera…whatever.
All that to say…as a writer. I can now check that off my list.
