I.
the icecream truck dilemna
this is a nearly life-long dilemna. i want the icecream, but either 1) my parents wouldnt let us have icecream before or during supper when he drove by, or 2) now i am simply not up for chasing an icecream truck.
so the question becomes: who the heck DOES buy the icecream from the truck? how are those things really still in operation?? i mean, im glad they are, as they are a charming part of american society, which is so lacking in a million other things, but seriously. also, we were sitting on the porch tonight with my newly painted chairs (and so now my hands and feet are still semi-spraypainted blue.) and the icecream man drove by, and he was SO CREEPY. if i had been contemplating icecream, i would have changed my mind. and that is not to say that there are not icecream who are nice. im sure. but still.
II.
things i would rather be doing right now than writing this:
1. crocheting
2. reading agatha christie.
3. eating icecream
4. exercising (hrm.)
5. sleeping
6. watching seinfeld.
7. or a movie.
8. baking banananut bread.
9. or cookies.
10. roller skating
11. driving across the country
12. painting my nails.
13. vacuuming
14. browsing for interesting houses
15. laundry
16. getting a massage.
the end.
III.
we are having a baby.
IV.
observations on marriage, now that ive done it a little while:
1. when they get sick, you probably will. this is kindof a depressing realization, since before you could go sleep at grandmothers or something. now, you dont go anywhere. you are the take-care-of-er. i imagine this will be worse when the baby does come, because jed is at least a good sick guy, and hes been thankful i havent been since pregnant. (knock on wood.)
2. when they leave, or you leave, its weird without them. but sometimes, youre (secretly) glad, but only for about 5 minutes, because after that, you miss them like crap. and its gladder when they come home anyway.
3. huh. i cant remember what the rest are.
4. if i remember, i might edit them back in later. otherwise, they shall be in another post, i guess.
V.
my mom is making me do this because at BSF they said that writers should write to encourage others about God, and life and such, and mom said i didnt write at all ,why not, and i should. and i said it was because i wasnt a writer, but she said i wasnt nurturing it, and i said well, if i was a real writer, then it should just come out, right? i dont know. what do you think?
(huh. that was more than the required 4 sentences.)
Monday, May 4, 2009
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3 comments:
I think your mom is right. I think you have to nurture your inner writer in order for it to come out. I deal with the same thing, though, honestly: thinking that the writing will just come out, and then it doesn't all of the time. But, if you think about it, it makes sense. When a romance is nurtured, it grows. I think the same is true of writing. When you poke at it a little, or do something, even just a little something, it grows. And pretty soon you're writing all the time.
I've missed your writing so I think you should give it a shot again. I don't know why you don't think you're a writer...you're a great writer, in my opinion. And surely you wouldn't rather EXERCISE or do LAUNDRY than write...although I can understand the getting-a-massage part.
write julie write!
i love this post, you are amazing. i'm hung over right now, but i know i would think this same things no matter what. i remember in undergrad there was you and leslie and i was always like wow you are such writers! i'm terribly sad that you've stopped writing, writing is a gift and most people are just awful at it and some of those people want to be or even think they are good, but you are ACTUAL good, and ihope that you will begin to write again even with a baby.
Glad your mom made you up-date your blog... you should do it more often. :)
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