One Hot Mess

     It is day 15 of the Ultimate Blogging Challenge and NaBloPoMo and for the first time in this mad cap challenge I have felt like I have no words and don’t want to write anything at all.  Still here I am, writing something just to satisfy the challenge and the itch to write.  When this is all said in done, what you are about to read is one hot mess of words spewing from my screwy brain.

      What do you write when you have no words?  What do you write when writer’s block has you tightly in its vice?  Do you just skip the day? Or do you just sit down and let the words flow from your fingertips as they will?  Well hells bells if I should know.  All I do know is that there is 3 more hours till midnight and the clock is ticking.  Really I am amazed I made it this far in this bizarre quest to blog each and every day.  I wonder about my sanity.

      I read a post today that a fellow blogger shared that posed the question about whether bloggers were really writers.  Well, what are they if they are not writers?  Perhaps they have not published books per se, but they have published to the internet and guess someone somewhere has read their words.  They write so they are writers. Whether they are good or bad is beyond the point.  So what is the point if you really don’t consider yourself a writer and don’t fantasize about that 15 minutes of fame a best seller would afford you? Why write?  That is a great question and deserves contemplation.  Why sign up for a month long writing challenge?  Why waste the time?  Do you do it to raise your blog stats hoping that if you post more, you will have more readers?  It is the whole “Field of Dreams” logic that if you build it, they will come.  If you write it, they surely will read and form an opinion.  Either people will think your writing sucks ass or is right on the mark.  Some will agree, some won’t, and some will just figure you are three sandwiches short of a picnic and half past give a shit.  I have actually been there and trust me; it is not a bad place to be!!  I like to keep people guessing and leave them laughing. 

      When I was growing up I always fancied that I would grow up to be an artist.  That was my dream.  I never once thrilled at the thought of writing.  I never imagined or dreamed of writing a book one day or the possibility of being published.  I never in my wildest dreams fancied myself writing a blog daily or otherwise, but here I am getting it done.  Wouldn’t my high school lit and comp teacher be shocked?  I wonder if the woman is still alive.  Well if she is, she would probably be as amazed as I am that I am still writing today and even more shocked that no one has to really force me or threaten me to do it!!!