To Be or not To Be...

I was thinking just now that some of my random thoughts probably are best left alone and not for public viewing. That may be why I have no consistent time when I actually blog. But here is a thought that I would like to share. I attended my writer's club last night and we had had an exercise where we wrote a page anonymously. We all tried to figure out who wrote what. It was a lot of fun and we had a great laugh. We tease each other because, the truth be told, we all have our own unique style of writing. I'm always teased because people don't usually end up mutilated or dead when I write. (Once I actually pricked someones neck with a knife and they bled a little.) Whereas, another writer is teased because they do. Go figure. I'm the Care Bear hugging, "let's have a happy ending" writer. I am capable of writing something totally against my style. (At least, I think I am.) Someone told me that I'll never win an award if I always have a happy ending. But, would I want an award for something that isn't me? Should I go against my grain and totally try and see if I can produce a product of work that completely and utterly screams, "This is not me!"??? What a mess that could make. Should I continue to write predictability or shake things up a bit?

PS: Fellow Writer's Clubbers - I don't mind being teased.

Hijacked

Yep... I have taken over a post on my wife's blog because I have finished a minor miracle - my workbench in my garage. I'm quite happy with it and wanted to share it with the good people of Becky's blogosphere. I started it in late May or early June and was making steady progress until Ben's accident... then it slowed down quite a bit. I built it all completely by myself (not necessarily by choice but I kinda liked it), took my sweet time because there was no deadline, and thoroughly enjoyed the process. Honestly, if I could get paid what I make at work to do this stuff... I probably would do it. Here's the mostly finished product (still needs stain and clear coat, but construction is done except for some pegboard on the wall - drawers will come later):

It turned out quite well with everything level and lined up... not bad for a greenhorn's first major project. I'm hoping that several more projects will happen now that it is finished, but I need to start stockpiling tools so I have what I need when I need it, with the first major tool being a table saw (probably a portable due to space limitations) because they are extremely handy.

Well, that's all for now, just thought I'd share my satisfacation and excitement. We now return this broadcast to it's regularly scheduled thoughts from Becky.

Foolishness

"It is better to let people think you are a fool, than to open your mouth and prove it."

I'm not sure who said this first, but it was running through my mind today. I have found that I'm far better at expressing myself when I write than in a conversation. When writing, if I make a mistake, I can always backspace. If I really mess up, I can highlight the whole sentence or paragraph and hit delete (or backspace.) And then, if I've finished the document and decide, "That's not what I wanted to say!" I don't even have to save it. I can just close it and it's gone for good with no one the wiser.


You will not believe how many times I backspaced and deleted while writing this.

Motto

One of my favorite quotes used to be "Just because you are paranoid, doesn't mean they're not really out to get you."

Well, now I think I've found a new one: "When everybody actually is out to get you, paranoia is just good thinking." by Woody Allen.

Yeah, it sounds like a good motto.

A little bit about me

Let me tell you a little bit about myself, if you don't already know. I'm a mom and my favorite color is green. Green calms me. I love green. I say this because though I love being a mom, it does not calm me. Just ask the most patient husband in the world (that would be mine if you were wondering).

I have twins who will be eight in two days and a one year old. Yes, there is quite the difference in age, but, No, he was not an accident. He was a gift and a very precious gift, thus the name Nathaniel (meaning: Gift from God).

I have two cats (I like dogs, but I'm definitely a cat person): Sam and Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown is an ornery kitten and makes Sam grumpy. Sam is not a kitten and at times barely tolerates the young one. They are quite amusing. Their stories may be told on another day as well.