kerewin's whine cellar

There's So Much Here, Yet So Little

The other day about 8 topics ran through my head that I wanted to chat about. Somehow many things have prevented me from putting them to paper. In some small part because I gave my weblog address to my 16 year-old nephew last week after he sent me an email praising/criticising some of my fictional writing. So apparently what I should be writing here should be not only perfectly grammatical but also inspirational. Oh yeah, it shouldn't teach a teenager lewd conduct or language. And good luck with that.

So speaking of my writing, the other day my beloved Aunt asked me, "Do you miss your degree?"

So how does one answer that? Smartass, apparently.

"How can I miss it? It isn't like I don't have the degree anymore." (B.A. in Communications from the U of WA just in case anyone was curious.)

"Don't you miss writing?" she asked.

So that's the ironic part of my life. I decided to "out" this weblog to family and friends (which I was doing anonymously), and not a single one of them read it. So, if a tree falls in the woods and no reads about it, does it count as writing? Somehow the answer doesn't matter, because I need this here thing. Sometimes for fluff (maybe more than others), sometimes for outrage, and maybe a new concept; a day here and there for some fiction.

Saturday is fiction day at Whine central. Except this Saturday which will be spent in Oregon with the inlaws for the Hub's birthday. I might tag it as "For Taylor" my nephew who wants to be a writer, too*. I would ask for good short story topics from the comments but I think that anyone who has less than 10 regular readers (wait until this catches on with my family, there are at least five more of them!) shouldn't be asking for something they won't get (Bitter, party of one?).

*A few years ago my brother and his sons drove to the West Coast for a vacation. Kevo and I drove down to the Oregon coast to hang out with them. It was a lovely day and at one point we had the nephews in our car, on the way to the ocean. Taylor (who was maybe 12-13 at the time) told me that he wrote a short story and wanted to read it to us. So he started and talked about these people living in this futile society. On our drive home I asked the hub if he had noticed how intellectual Taylor was, thinking of our society as futile. I was so impressed. It wasn't until several weeks later that it hit me that Taylor had said, "feudal society" and was likely swayed by all of the LotR stuff out at the time. Major smack on the head time.

Unfortunately for me, sometimes I wonder if this little venture might not be a tad futile. Hell, I can't even get my own husband to read it on a regular basis. Let alone a single person from my immediate family. That's what I miss. I miss being interesting.

Posted by kerewin at February 22, 2006 09:47 PM