I'm really trying to better about posting. I so rarely get out the myriad thoughts in my head. For one thing, to let those thoughts out makes me feel vulnerable. For another thing, I'm way too much of a perfectionist about my writing. This is why I've been working on a novel for over 12 years when I probably could have been done 7 years ago.
Sometimes I fool myself into thinking I would work on more writing if I had more time. But I piss away so much of my off time doing unimportant things. If I had a laptop, I might actually write while at work and primarily have to just be present and assure the children sleep safely and take care of any needs which arise during the night(indeed I have occasionally found a scrap of paper to write down my thoughts while I'm there). However, I have a feeling I would still waste a lot of time due to the aforementioned fear of vulnerability and imperfection.
When I begin school, one thing I will have to get is a laptop to work on papers and such while I'm at work. I guess I can check that theory out when that happens.
I'll be blogging a lot about the book I'm writing about showing God's love to troubled children--hence the title, if you can figure that one. I've worked with emotionally disturbed kids for over 15 years now, and I've pretty much been called every name in the book. So if I'm not too gentle sometimes in my descriptions, it's probably because that's the way things went down. I'll also write about anything and everything else that pops into my head. It is MY blog, after all. Al.
Showing posts with label vulnerable imperfect. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 12, 2008
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