The problem is that life gets into the way. I want to get organized. I would like nothing more than to have everything contained at least in a semblance of control chaos. But if I remember correctly, I believe a creative beginning was one of the topics.
I’m going to go with that one. Why? Mainly because most creative people I know aren’t organized. Creative people tend to be free thinkers which can be a problem. When I create a story, it has to come to me. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever sat before a blank page and stared at it wondering what to write. When I sit down at my computer, I already have in mind what I’m going to write. Some people write from notes or an outline. I have my ideas in my head. I think on my way to work, doing housework, on walks, and sometimes if I’m being totally honest, while someone is talking to me. Maybe it’s the reason why I never know what my husband tells me.
One of his pet peeves about me is my habit of talking to him mid-conversation. Of course, I began the conversation in my head. Randomly, I begin talking to him like he can read my mind. Somehow I reason he can just know what I’m
thinking in the same manner I expect him to know where I’m at when I’m lost. Oh, that’s never happened to you?
I’m so bad with directions that if I was on the Amazing Race I probably would be booted at the first airport- before we even get the chance to take off. I can be some place fifteen times and still not know how to get there. I don’t know how my husband does it but somehow when I call him he’s able to tell me how to maneuver back on track-except once when I was going to work (I work overnights at a hospital). Now don’t tell me to get a GPS. Have one. Sometimes those things just don’t work especially if you are getting around in a city like Boston. The way Boston streets are aligned they can confuse the best GPS money has to offer. This night, I was detoured off my path by a police officer that had absolutely no sympathy for my lack of directional skills. I ended up in God knows where. Called hubbie. He didn’t know how to tell me to get back to where I was going, but he did inform me that I didn’t need to be there (like I hadn’t figured that out). I have always been one to stop and get directions (done it quite often), but this wasn’t a place to ask directions. Just kept driving until I got to an area I could use the GPS. Kinda late for work…
But men haven’t changed when it comes to getting directions. Granted hubbie usually knows where he’s going, but he has these shortcuts which usually add about half an hour to our trip. Another thing is how they give directions. Hubbie always goes “Take Rt. 53’s exit.” “Okay, what number is that? Exit 16, exit 17.” “Don’t know. It’s Rt. 53.” Now see. I go on exit numbers. It’s like when someone tells me to take a right at MacDonald’s. Couldn’t tell you the name of the street, but I know how to take a right at MacDonald’s.
I guess most of life is about perspective. Or like one of my girlfriends told me- Life is like a country song.
Now where was I?
This month over on Novel Works and my blog I’m hosting Spring Fling With Books. Remember Octoberfest and the book give-a-ways. Think Books, books, and more books. For your chance to win copies of books from some of your favorite authors, drop by…even some of our favorite Roses!
Almost showing support for Brenda Novak and her Online Auction for The Cure Diabetes this month of May.
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4 comments:
Hi Jerri,
Great blog. Actually I thought I was reading about myself. We must be clones of each other. I am absolutely hopeless with directions. Hey, I even get lost in the big shopping malls (if they are on more than one level).
Cheers
Margaret
Oh, you made me laugh until the tears ran. My Calvin is directionally challenged, too. If he gets turned around twice in Walmart, he can't find the registers. As for never staring at a blank computer screen, I am so with you. Thinking of my story while I drive, shop, clean and talk to someone? Oh yeah. For sure. Great post. Loved it.
I liked the reference to The Amazing Race. If my husband and I went on it, we'd be one of the bickering couples. Both of us always think we know the best way to get someplace. Of course I'm usually right... LOL Good luck with your Spring Fling!
I'm completely visual, so I need to see a map. Written directions or GPS just annoy and confuse me. Even when I'm driving someplace I've been many times, I always visualize every landmark and turn. Maybe that's why I have so much more trouble driving in the dark.
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