Getting in the Mood for Writing

Good Morning G,

This is my attempt at “getting in the mood” for writing.  I just told my husband last night that ‘I really need silence to write. I will probably have to get up and stay up after my three a.m. bathroom visit.’  Guess what, it was four a.m. and I have been up ever since.

I have attempted several times to write my books, as I wanted to get them on paper, so to speak, whilst I’m on a school break.  I have two months to get them finished.

It’s five a.m. and I’ve been up for an hour.  My husband drowns out the silence of the night with his snoring and breathing, I should say his NOT breathing.  I have to shake him to get him to gasp for air.  It’s ridiculous really.  I don’t know what it is about men that they think they can just live forever without going to the doctor.  I think that’s probably why they die before women.  Come to think about it, women are pretty amazing.  We take on the world and still live longer than men.

In an article (because I know you love them so much), Bridget K. Gorman, PhD and Jen’nan Ghazal Read, PhD wrote that “[t]he most recent data show that the gender gap in life expectancy is 5.3 years, marking the lowest point in more than 50 years. The gap is largest when measured at birth and shrinks dramatically with age. In other words, if men live to the age of 65, and especially 75, their life expectancies approach that of women of the same age. The gender gap shrinks with age because men are more likely to die at younger ages from a variety of causes (e.g., heart disease, cirrhosis of the liver, homicide, suicide), and mortality rates between the sexes equalize in the later years” (Geriatrics & Aging, Why Men Die Younger than Women, Geriatrics and Aging. 2007;10(3):182-191)… read more here.

There you have it.  So, maybe if they frequented a doctor’s office they would live longer.  Only they have the power to do it.  Because, as we know, we cannot change them.

Anyway, this blog post is suppose to be about getting in the mood to write.  I do love to write.  I would love it better if I could use the Dragon Naturally Speaking software to type speech to text.  But then, I would have an audience, because I am never alone.  The brother-in-law lives upstairs and he hears practically everything.  I would have to relocate to my bedroom to get any privacy.

Well, I do appreciate your time, but I’m off to prepare my morning for work.  Husband’s car broke down so he’ll need mine today.  At least we’ll have a few minutes together before I go into work.  I do enjoy our time together.

We’ll talk soon again,



I am OVER this!

Hi G,

Today, I come to you with an update about how I’m OVER this and OVER that.

I’m over-weight, over-50.  My gray hair?  I’m OVER it!

Two months ago I signed up at the gym in town.  I thought, ‘hey I’ll go back into weight training for bodybuilding like I was going to in my late 20’s, early 30’s.  I still have ‘muscle memory’ they say.  That’s all and good, but I’m not as young as I once was.  And, I totally do not feel my age, 53, in case you were wondering.  So, not really old, yet.  It’s the new 30s, right?

I feel young.  When I look into the mirror, I do not see the person that I feel like I am.  I still want to live life.  But, my husband?  That’s a horse of a different color, as they say.  He, doesn’t want to do anything.  No riding bikes, no gym time, no nothing.

I know we’re getting older but c’mon.  We’re not dead yet.

These days I find myself not doing anything at the gym.  I have only walked through their doors twice in the past two weeks.  I’m praying for some kind of brainwashing to happen that will turn on a light bulb that says ‘GO TO THE GYM, MORON!’  I could go on with the self-insulting vocabulary.

I’m not sure if it’s because I’m being lazy.  Or, is it because I have no one to go with?  I don’t have any supporters.  My family lives an hour away.  (I want to move back home so bad).  And, while it is only an hour away, we’re not close.  If it wasn’t for my mom, I don’t think any of my siblings would ever come to see me.  They always want me to go see them (yeah, my friends are like that too).  It’s like they don’t want to put forth an effort.  Oh well!  (tearing up now). It’s tough being alone!

So, it’s Summer now and I have another two months before I start classes for my Bachelors.  My plan was to write two books and self-publish.  Which, by the way, you can do at  Well, I haven’t written not one single word – NOT ONE!  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I can’t seem to get anything done.  My house even needs to have a deep cleaning and I can’t get that done either.  OMG!!!!

I’m overwhelmed with the stuff that needs to get done.  I don’t have anyone to help me.  My husband isn’t interested and he is worn out from working in a sweat box of a warehouse all day.  His brother lives with us and he’s no help either.  Our house is overcrowded with all of our years of collecting and general household items.  I mean, we took three households and forced them into one.  We’re still dealing with the residual effects of combining those homes.  It’s crazy!

My art/sewing studio is my dining room.  I have fabric in boxes and tubs and they’re everywhere.  Whooaaa!!!!

There’s so much more to share, but I’ll leave you now.  I’m a lot to handle.  🙂

Until we meet again,