September is going to be a crazy busy month for me. As I write this, it’s Labor Day weekend. But by the time this blog post goes public, the month will be half over. To me, the only thing crazier than this is the fact that although my entire summer has been insanely busy (and expensive), I feel like I haven’t actually done anything big and exciting.
Of course, back in May, I attended my first writer’s conference, and in July we had a surprise 60th birthday party for my dad. My husband and I took the kayaks for a spin a few times, I attended a company picnic at a local amusement park, and also went to an awesome bridal shower where I won three prizes!
September will include a wedding, a writer’s workshop, an alumni event for former band nerds like myself, mine and J’s 5th wedding anniversary, an Ed Sheeran concert, and a photo shoot where the goal is to update my writer headshots and try not to end up looking like Mama June like I do on my driver’s license picture.
Anyway. All of this is leading up to something I’ve been looking forward to since January, and that is mine and J’s trip to London. I’m SO excited – but also nervous beyond words.
In preparation for all of these events, I have to admit that I’ve let my “big” writing projects kind of get pushed to the back burner. I did manage to submit five shorter pieces to various contests or open calls this summer, and found a couple of beta readers for my novel The Month of May, but I found that my attention span with writing has suffered.
Although I’ve made notes and have ideas about how to tackle the rewrite of my novel, the thought of actually doing it is way more overwhelming than I thought it would be, and I simply don’t know where to start.
I’ve also started a list of half a dozen serious or frustrating topics that I want to blog about, but I’ve been lacking the energy or focus to give them the attention and research they deserve.
So for now, here are just a few things I’ve jotted down over the last few weeks that I hope to expand on in the upcoming months …
- What it is going to take for men to start really listening to women? How many articles do we have to write, how many tears do we have to cry, how many hysterical demands do we have to make before they just . . . listen?
For example, there’s this commercial on the radio for a mechanic’s shop that goes like this:
Woman: “Honey, why is my oil light on?”
Man: “What am I, a mechanic?”
Announcer: “Car trouble? Come to Acme blah blah car pros …”
Excuse me? The guy’s pissed because his woman asks him to take a look at the car? Do women ever ask if they’re cooks? Maids? Nurses? Chauffeurs? Secretaries? This needs explored on so many levels.
- I recently starting watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend on Netflix, and I am SO glad I did. Not only is the show hilarious, but its impressive and sidesplitting musical numbers speak to the theater geek inside me. Somehow Rachel Bloom has managed to create a show about the arts, mental health, relationships, feminism, inclusion, body positivity, and mental health all wrapped into one “certifiable cute” package.
- I really want to start writing about snippets of “the good old days.” (Yes, inspired by the Macklemore/Keisha collaboration). These include my days as a band geek in high school and those “wild” crazy nights in my early twenties that involve a friend’s cabin on the lake, skinny dipping, crushes on unsuitable men, and plenty of alcohol.
- Not gonna lie – I had all kinds of “feels” when John McCain passed away and when Presidents Bush and Obama eulogized him at his funeral. I’m obviously a very liberal person, so although McCain’s politics didn’t line up with my own, his defense of Obama’s background during the 2008 campaign and historic vote against repealing the ACA really made me admire him as a person. Seeing people from different political and social backgrounds come together to honor and celebrate such a man just goes to show us that yes, two different parties CAN actually work together in a civil and productive way. These are the inspiring stories that give me hope for this country in such a dark and tumultuous time.
- As thrilled as I am to be going to London and fulfilling a lifelong dream in the process, I am really sad that I won’t be getting to the beach this year, namely the Outer Banks. I still find myself craving the sea spray, the soft sand, the crashing, blue green waves. I want to hear OBX flags flapping in the strong winds of Kitty Hawk, drink rum in the distillery in Manteo, climb to the top of the Hatteras Lighthouse, and walk around Ocracoke feeling like I’m living in a dream. Fingers crossed so tightly we can do it next year.
Let me know if any of these subjects pique your interest! I hope to be expanding on many of them during the dark and dreary days of Pittsburgh winter that are just around the corner.