Writing is a lot like child birth. Granted, I haven't had a child (really, my only follower on here that has is Kelli), but from what I understand, they're a lot alike. Perhaps when I actually have a child, I'll be able to update this with more detail.
-You carry it for a long time. (You might carry an idea for a story for a while, and then you carry a child for 9 months.)
-Many do both while they're on some kind of drug. (Many authors were drugged the heck up.)
-You push and push and try and try. (Sometimes you get nowhere with either.)
-Each push gets you a little closer, but not quite to the end.
-It is painful and dreadful, but pays off in the end. (Be honest. Both hurt, but in the end you either have a beautiful baby or a beautiful work.)
-Once you're done, you cry. It cries. Everyone cries. (Well, somebody cries.)
-You're very protective of the result. (You know, the baby or the work. It might have a cone head, but you don't notice. It might have a comma splice, but who cares?)
-It doesn't matter how much you learn and hear about it, you're never ready for it to happen. (You can hear what you're supposed to do when you have your first child, but I don't think anyone is ACTUALLY prepared before they go through it themselves. You also learn all about the writing process, but until you do it, you really have no idea how to create an actual decent piece of literature.)
-The placenta comes out afterward. (Yeah, maybe not.)
Kidding about that last one. But seriously, I was trying to think of something that was similar to the process of writing the other day. Don't ask why. But the only thing that came to mind was child birth. At the time, I had plenty of more examples, but I can't think of anymore that I originally came up with.
I decided to drop a class this semester. I went from classes every day and 16 hours to classes only on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and 13 hours. I just couldn't handle another class. I beat myself up over it for several days, but I've come to the realization that I am an adult and I have to make that decision. If it wasn't going to work out, then I needed to remove myself from that situation. I just hope it doesn't jeopardize my graduation plans. May 2012, baby! It better happen or I'm giving the heck up.
I spent my first Saturday off (in months) at my friend's house. Amber Crews and I have known each other for as long as I have worked at Best Buy in Florence. She is married with two kids, but tons of fun, not to mention I absolutely adore her kids. We just hung out at her house, eating quesadillas and cheese dip and drinking margaritas and talking and playing with the boys. It was a relaxing and enjoyable way to spend my Saturday. I don't think she believes I really think that either. Ha!
Crap. I've ran out of momentum to keep up this post. I'm going to go to bed so I can be at work at 6am tomorrow. I'll try to post again before summer. Ha!
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