I’m suffering from a new form of W.B. (writer’s block). It’s not that I have nothing to write about, it’s that I have too many ideas at once. I’ll simply refer to this as TMI. Ever since I started blogging, and not just on Milwaukeemoms.com, I’ve always got a hundred ideas running through my head at once. Couple that with friends and family giving suggestions, it’s always idea overload. I write something every day and a lot of the things I write, I don’t publish. Sometimes I write just to get something off my chest and sometimes I write because I think the public might be interested in what I have to say, and then I reread what I just wrote and scratch the whole idea.
This week alone I wrote something called “Down a Sunny Dirt Road.” This paid homage to The Berenstain Bears. In a nutshell, I described how every single life lesson can be supported by a Berenstain Bears book. Think about it (go ahead take just a minute); see what I mean? I wrote something about being alone with Audrey for 3 days since my husband has (finally) returned to traveling for work. I wrote about how our routine changes when “the man” is out of the house. I decided not to publish it because I really didn’t want to announce to the world that I was, indeed, alone.
I began to write a follow up to “Slumbertime Blues”. We have slowly decreased Audrey’s nap time and we’ve have a really great week of going to sleep easily, and sleeping later and later in the morning. I didn’t want to emphasize it too much because I’m a bit afraid of jinxing the situation.
I was going to follow up “I’m Raising a Sailor” with an update about how we haven’t heard “S.O.B” in this house in nearly 6 weeks. Then out of the blue Audrey got frustrated with her new hat and said “This damn hat just isn’t working for me”. One step forward, two steps back.
I wanted to write about my desire to become a published author. I dream of writing and selling children’s books. I’d love to have a syndicated column in a newspaper and get to write about whatever my heart desires. I was going to explain that my mom told me all about “The Secret” and how I should start a vision board with my goal being “Published Author”. My reaction to that was “I hate the woman that wrote ‘The Secret’. Nothing like becoming a millionaire by writing about common sense.” In reality, I’m just jealous of her, but still, I refuse to read, let alone, purchase that book. So instead of writing about how much I wanted to pursue this writing career, I sat down with Audrey one night and told her that she can be whatever she wants to be when she grows up. I told her to never stop dreaming and that if she works really hard, she’ll be very happy in whatever path she chooses. I asked her what she thought she might want to be when she grows up and she said “Mickey Mouse.” Well, my friend is Prince Charming at Disneyland so there is, indeed, a chance for her to be Mickey Mouse when she grows up.
So as you can see, I was really suffering from TMI this week and for the people that asked me when I was going to update my blog, here it is. A lot of random musings about the last six days. I hope to put some clear and less-confusing ideas down on paper this coming week.