Theresa and I put our three sons to bed several hours ago and here I am still sitting in the dark typing away on my IPAD. It is only a few brief hours before both sunrise and my deadline.
I am trying without much luck to write my eWeekly lead story. It is simply not happening. Some may call it writer's block, but I have never viewed myself as a writer, so I'm not buying it.
I still smile when I think about walking across the shopping center parking lot in 4S Ranch when I stopped and waived for a vehicle to go past me. The lady braked her car abruptly and stared at me for a moment before yelling out the passenger window in a loud boisterous voice, "I can't run you over. I love your stories too much."
I still have no idea who that lady was or so many other people who have mentioned things to me about my stories. I really don't know why people find them so intriguing. It has honestl
y been a surprise to me.
y been a surprise to me.
Maybe it is because I admit I'm a work in progress, my hilarious journey I love so much with Theresa and our children, or that I just share thin slices of everyday life that resonates somewhere in the psyche of others? I really don't know.
I only started writing stories on a whim about five or six years ago. Then it all got traction as they say and people seem to like reading them. It has resulted in me developing a sense of responsibility. A feeling that each week I need to provide something of value.
In the quiet solitude in this early morning, I can only offer honesty. I just don't have it. Though I often share slices of my life there is a much bigger pie that is rightfully kept hidden. The things all of us keep private and choose not share. And that too is OK.
I wish each of you a great week and promise next week I will have a story hopefully worth your time. In the meantime to the nice lady in the car, be patient as I will keep a keen eye out for you in hopes you will hit the break instead of the accelerator if our paths do cross.
Have a great week.
