Back to School, Back to Blogging - Week 2

Kludgy Mom
It's that time again!  Week #2 of Back to School, Back to Blogging has begun.  Thanks be to Gigi for getting us all motivated.

This weeks writing assignment deals with the dreaded writers block.  I have this all the freakin' time!  I just don't live a super exciting life.  I know that's a shocker because I am so damn awesome, but it's true.

The reading assignment for this week really had me thinking about the who's, why's, where's, when's, and etc. of me and my blog.  I started blogging because...  well, I don't really have a reason why.  I just started to do it.  I have a friend, Cam, who has been my friend since we were like 11 or 12, who first got the idea going.  She is an excellent writer.  She should be writing novels.  Super ginormous novels full of awesome-sauce.  All these years together and her writing skills have not rubbed off on me.  After blogging since 2007, I don't think I've found my blog voice yet.  I feel I should write with the true me more often.  Though I don't want to scare any current or future readers away, I feel it's time to start letting more of me into the blog.

On to the writing assignment!

Gigi has the best idea going for smacking the shit out of some writers block.  Guess what she's calling it?  The Idea Bank!  Clever, right?  I think it's awesome!  I haven't even begun to come up with any ideas to add to the list, but as of Monday morning at 9AM there are already 310 ideas!  Wowza!  It was hard to choose an idea, but I finally picked one.

#204 - There’s a Delorian in your driveway & you can now travel through time. Where would you go?

Seriously?  Marty McFly is in my driveway?  Sweet Mother of Pearl, let's get the hell outta here!  I sat, thought, sat some more, had a cup of coffee and finally decided that I'd want to travel back to being a teenager.  Not because I love teen angst or zits, but because it was such a carefree time.  Of course, when I was actually there it didn't seem very carefree, but now... jeez, it really was the best of times!

I wouldn't want to change much.  I would want to do more.  I would like to have spent more time with my friends actually doing something.  I grew up in tiny little podunk town where the population was around 1,500.  We didn't even have a stop light.  Didn't have a grocery store either... still doesn't have a grocery store.  What I'm getting at is that there was NOTHING to do in that town.  So instead of being adventurous teens who went camping or fishing, we did things like park several cars in a row in the middle of some random farmers corn field whilst passing a non-government issue "cigarette" from one car to the next.  Sure those were fun times, but we had no imagination.  None.  I mean, we were young!  We should have been more motivated...

I'd go back there.  Spend one day, one night.  Actually LIVING.  Instead of just sitting around thinking about getting out of that crap hole.  We were thinking about living, but weren't actually doing it.

I love my life now so changing the past would be stupid.  Of course, there are things that I'd love to go easier.  Laundry that washes itself, dishes that were magically cleaned, children who were well behaved, and to have inherited a shitload of money... but we all have dreams, right?

So if I swung by your place in the Delorian, where would you go?  Leave me a comment then visit my community in Blog Frog to continue the discussion.

5 comments

  1. So true about doing more.

    Most women would disagree with me, but I'd go back and make sure Jane Austen never wrote pride & prejudice. If I have to sit through the BBC special or watch a movie adaptation of it one more time...

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  2. I hear ya on going back to teen years. There are a few things I would like to change from that time.

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  3. I'm surprised you would choose the teen years. The stereotype is that most people hated all of the angst. But you have some good reasoning. It would be great to live life with all of that freedom! I think I would go back to my early 20s.

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  4. I think you have found your voice. You are funny and interesting! Also, I thought I grew up in a small town...not compared to you. Everyone knew each other but we were about 15,000. It may sound big but no. We would build bonfires in the woods and drink our cheap, bootlegged beer.

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  5. Hmm.... the teen years were okay, but I wish that I had pushed myself more in school and knew how hard it would be to get a job as an adult. I suppose that if I knew that then changing things in my 20's would be a moot point, right??

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