There are a few things I do not get.
One, for example, is how a lone man, driving by himself can feel confident enough to honk at a woman walking down the road. Yuck.
I don't get how I have come to look so completely dreadful in the mornings, when did that start? (Could it be Tina Fey was right? Is this the onset of decay?)
I am not sure why I can't return my books on time to the libarary when it is literally a block away.
WHY WORLD?! Why was I born with hair that is genetically incapable of doing a gorgeous, movie star, side-swoop bun?
(So sad. Don't you just feel sorry for the guy? Poor little bun.)
More importantly, why is it that the more I learn about the craft that is to write, the more lost and overwhelmed I feel by the whole dang process? I now look at my stories, which suddenly seem so dreadful and simple, and scan them for point-of-view flaws, rhyming scheme errors (iambic what?), and appeal for children. In most cases, I think, man, what was I thinking?
Let me tell ya, ignorance is bliss folks.
P.S. Argh. (In most cases I don't think "argh". I just like to pretend I'm a pirate on occasion.)
There is one thing I do get, however.
I'm on it. Got it covered. It's in the bag.
And that is the "creative nap". Yes, you heard me right. There is such a glorious thing!
Nancy Lamb's, The Writer's Guide to Crafting Stories for Children, is full of helpful information. I must say however that I was especially taken by the section entitled, "The Creative Nap".
You see, I LOVE naps. If there was a Facebook page for naps, I would be their biggest fan. Actually, I should be probably one of the most creative people out there if we were judging by an hours-spent-napping average (HPNA). My HPNA is quite high.
At first I thought I could attribute my fondness of siestas to my European heritage. But then I realized I was mostly German and that a two hour nap in the middle of the day would not be efficient enough, culturally speaking.
Then I thought, well, I am a new mama. And then a grad student....So on and so forth. I know, excuses, excuses. The point is, I just love to nap. I love to wake up and feel energized. In fact, I am writing this half asleep this very moment.
I should probably just kick up my feet and succumb to the drool fest that will inevitably occur in T minus five minutes. Especially considering I am seated on the "purple-people-eater". In case you have forgotten what she looks like, here is a refresher.
Ahhhh.....How could anyone resist?
As I was sayin....g,....I...zzzzzzz....