catapulting over the ultimate brick wall!

Right here folks! You’re witnessing history!

Exhilaration tingled throughout my body as I bobbed and weaved through the jungle of I-5 traffic. Destination: Home, after a long and tedious experience of my Daily Life. For the first time in a quadrillion years, I looked forward to today. Perhaps it was because of the semi-decent hair day I seemed to have acquired, or that I scrounged together enough cash to buy a bagel this morning. Well, I’m pretty sure it had to do with the fact that yesterday, I took my first step into the blogosphere.

However, upon returning to my (very) humble abode, I rammed straight into the ultimate brick wall.

What the fuck am I supposed to write first?

I’m sure most bloggers begin with posting something poignant. Perhaps either to prove to others he or she actually knows something about the topic they picked, or maybe proving to themselves they’ll actually follow through with this blogging thing.¬†With so many topics lolling around in my brain, it was difficult to select just one¬†idea.

Review a recently read novel?

Post a status on my WIPs?

And what about tone?

Should it be serious? Insightful? Thigh-slappingly funny?

Similar to picking a favorite child, the choice was impossible and I was intimidated beyond all recognition.

Well, this is me, and this is reality. The Friday of a 3-day weekend comes along and flicks a switch in me, turning me into one of humanities greatest nightmares: a person with Vacation Brain.

Its symptoms are easily spotted by those not exposed to this debilitating and stupefying condition. Unfortunately, those who have been affected by Vacation Brain go through a serious case of “revertigo,” causing even the simplest of functions, like thinking, to become a feat similar to climbing Mt. Everest. ¬†You’ve seen these people. They’re at your workplace, your hometowns. They’re the ones on a tour, standing in front of a sandy beach facing the water. Their guide dutifully announcing, “Here’s the Pacific Ocean!” To which they respond to said statement by pointing out the nearby lake exclaiming, “Oh! So this must be the Atlantic Ocean!”

So how does a newbie blogger attempt to write her first real post with Vacation Brain?

She doesn’t. She leaves home, grabs some grub with the hubby and goes to a hockey game.

You heard me! I threw on my team’s jersey, left the house (ok, apartment), and didn’t think about writing at all. ¬†And, do you know what happened? A flash of inspiration illuminated my work-weary head, cleansing the obscenities about to be expelled from my lips at the referee currently ruining my sport of choice.

I realized I needed help. A guide if you will.  After searching the interwebs, I came across another blog someone posted with a daily writing challenge.

So witness below, my attempt at my first¬†real¬†post with Day 1 of the Daily Writing Challenge below. Under the duress of Vacation Brain, mind you. (No pun inte- … Ok, the pun was intended.)

Daily Writing Challenge

Day 1: Write a biography of your life. Only use a seven-word sentence.

  1. To make a biography now is presumptuous.
  2. With seven words the possibilities are endless!
  3. Refusal to live my life with limits!
  4. Accident prone, plus brutal honesty spawns creativity.
  5. Insomnia plus coffee addiction equals free time.
  6. Friend, wife, lover, writer: all are me.
  7. I am one; but who am I?
  8. Prepare to be assimilated; resistance is futile.
  9. I love all of the wrong things.
  10. I will always end up writing something.

and so it begins…

What the heck have I gotten myself into, now?

This is exactly what is going through my mind at this exact moment.

I have a love/hate relationship with myself. I love to give myself frank, honest tough-love to ensure I continue to grow as a person. (Ok, and also to keep from becoming too boring.)  And, typically, I hate going through every minute of it.

Allow me to explain:

Every so often, I give myself an enormously-heaving shove outside of my comfort zone.

As a child, it was facing my fear of heights to jump off of the high dive at the local pool.¬†(I’m still ridiculously terrified of heights, but at least I did it.) ¬†As a guarded, semi-nerdy college student, it was the decision to make new friends with a more open, positive attitude.¬†(The first person I met was moments after making this attitude-adjustment decision. He is now my husband.)

And now as I gently drop-kick myself out of the bliss-bubble, I’m committing myself to this and forcing myself to put IT out there. For all of the internet masses to see. The highs, the lows, the real, the fictitious.

I just can’t keep it to myself anymore. Not if I have a snowball’s chance in Old Scratch’s homestead of being successful.

“IT” being the need to write.¬†To breathe life into characters.¬†To share a story. (Ok, and to sometimes commentate¬†on my daily screw ups¬†in hopes of learning from them.)

This is acting as the spark to my creative outlet in hopes of accomplishing my dream of being a successful romance novelist.

So join me as I flail out of the bird’s nest. Take a few minutes to read and have a laugh, as I try to grasp life’s lessons, even if I hit every branch on the way down. ¬†Go ahead, pour yourself a glass of your favorite relaxation beverage of choice.

I’ll wait.