tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78873428845510171962011-04-21T19:35:10.363-07:00Miss Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855938895222557404noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887342884551017196.post-60342704281071853882007-10-05T00:31:00.000-07:002007-10-05T00:38:06.241-07:00I've always wanted to be a writer.<br /><br />I hate when I read stories about poor little girls who need a big strong man to rescue them. Why can't the man need a woman to save him? Why can't the girl be the one who's all rich and worked herself up from nothing and can call all the shots?<br /><br />So lately I've been writing... a lot.<br /><br />But it seems, I get about thirty or so pages into it... and then stop.<br /><br />I don't know why. I have so many ideas floating around in my head, and I want to put them all together... make a heroin that everyone could fall for... but I end up with four different stories, all with good potential... all who have the kind of characters any author could be proud of. But I don't know what to do with it.<br /><br />Meanwhile, I keep getting tons of new ideas and want to start new stories... AND continue new ones. I feel like I'm being pulled around in so many different directions by my own imagination.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887342884551017196-6034270428107185388?l=dirtyrags.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Miss Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855938895222557404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887342884551017196.post-22974526234595137252007-09-17T20:48:00.000-07:002007-09-17T20:58:04.302-07:00Relaxation remains fleeting.<br /><br />I don't know what it is, but I feel so restless. Like I should be out, dressed in my cute little spandex tights, with a flaming pink shirt (one that shows <span style="font-style: italic;">just </span>enough cleavage to make things interesting) and a long flowing cape attached at my nape, running - or flying - around and saving the world. But instead I'm stuck here.... dreaming about great things.<br /><br />I've tried many things. I've tried writing a book. I've tried cleaning and reorganizing my house (which wasn't a great idea because it means that there's a huge mess now since I'm not into the whole arranging and cleaning up business), I've watched movies, I've read... gosh, I've even resorted to doing my homework. And yet... restless.<br /><br />Go figure.<br /><br />There's something missing. Something vital. It feels like if i find it... everything will come together and my puzzle will be complete.<br /><br />And now I'm freaking out because I've never been good at puzzles. I always lose pieces or break them trying to fit them in to where I want them to go.<br /><br />And really, what's going to happen when and if I DO complete my puzzle? Then what? Do I lose a different piece? Do I start a new puzzle? Or do I just get to float through the rest of life?<br /><br />I'm more frustrated then ever because there are things I could be doing. I want to get my book done. I need to get my homework done. But I just can't sit and focus.<br /><br />I guess it could be worse. I could be OJ right now. At least my problems will temporarily be solved by cake.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7887342884551017196-2297452623459513725?l=dirtyrags.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Miss Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05855938895222557404noreply@blogger.com0