One more for the road!

Since I rediscovered that Blogger is still around and that I have an account, I feel like I have found a new friend I can chat with about the incidentals of my day.

Sure, even though that 'friend' is only myself, it is just nice to have a place I can chat without judgement, a hand-gesture indicating 'get to the point' when I have only spoken literally five words, and where I can let my mind wander without fear.

What do I hope to gain from this experience?

The ability to fall asleep faster and then to stay asleep.



My mind does not shut-off. I wake myself up with all sorts of nonsense. Sometimes there are some great ideas for the shop, the home, etc. But usually it is just something that could have waited to pop-up in my mind in the morning or even better, never! 

Yes, this is yet another distraction for me but it may help me regain some focus.

I am not writing this for anyone but me - here's to hoping this gets me going in the right direction.

I feel the last two days have been very good as I accomplished a few things. Small accomplishments to most but for me, it is a start.

RA, sciatica, fibro and all the other things I have been diagnosed with, screw you! I'm getting myself back on the road to 'get 'er done'! 

After all, slow and steady won the race.

So - on your mark, get set and GO!

Ooh something shiny...I never can keep my mind focused!

I was not even sure this blog and it's blogging platform still existed!

But I have wanted to write for so long, I am glad this old comfortable blanket of a site still existed.

I read some of my old posts and there were a few drafts.

Tonight I am here as I know no one will read this, especially my husband.

Pish posh you say, of course he will, he is your spouse after all so he would want to know what is happening in that quirky mind of yours.

But I know it is safe here, hidden from his eyes. Why? Because I wrote a novel, a complete novel full of characters, dark humor, murder, mayhem, love, hate and more. It has a beginning, a middle and an end. I wrote it over the course of a few years. I had it printed out so he could read it easily and correct my grammar.

My husband LOVES to correct my grammar and everyone else's so I thought he would revel in the chance to correct me. Alas, I was wrong. Yes, it does bother me. Yes, I have told him this but you know when you mention anything more than once in the course of twelve months, it is considered nagging.

So in a box from Staples it sits, some of the references becoming as outdated as...me.

Perhaps one day I shall self-publish.

Or not.

Anyway, I digress, I had not intentions to come on to this long-forgotten diary I had created almost a decade ago to whine about my book.

But now that I am on that subject, it is MY book, so I will do as I always do and take the proverbial bull by those horns and proceed to proofread on my own. I am not a complete grammar-less fool, I can construct a sentence, even a paragraph.

Well, that was a good talk, I am adding 'proofread and self-publish' to my growing to-do list!