not a writer girl...

I'm not a very good writer. I know that. And I'm ok with it. I just think it sucks when I actually make attempts to write and it doesn't work out. Not even a little bit. This blog thing isn't a forum for me to show everyone how creative I am or what a fantastic writer I am, it's just to get me thinking about stuff and not forget the little things. Because those are the very things that are worth remembering. Or worth purging. Sometimes it seems like there are no new stories to be told. A romance, a comedy, a drama, whatever it is, it seems like when my pen goes to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as the case may be), my mind goes through all the other writers who have already been down that road. I'm sure good tales live inside me somewhere, but I don't know how to find them and make them speak. So instead, they come out bit by bit. On postcards, notes, and of course in my blah(g). So my task is to figure out how to get things to come out all at once and make it all interesting and compelling. But then, this is for me. No one needs to read this to make it worth my time. (which is good, since the readers are few and far between) I promise I have ideas in my head, no matter what one might infer from previous postings. And I'm sure that once I figure out how to get these extract these ideas, it will yield a veritable smorgasbord of fun and delightful things.