I have all of these fabulous ideas when I’m driving. I almost always have country music cranked and the windows down at least a little. You'd think I wouldn't be able to think with all that noise and wind. But I get some of my best (if I do say so myself) ideas while driving.
Here’s the problem..
By the time I get home and attempt to get those ideas into a Word document I have nothing.. Nada.. zip… zilch. NOTHING. I don’t get it. I sit and stare at the computer screen and the keyboard. Maybe randomly tapping keys and backspacing repeatedly.
I’ve thought of carrying some sort of recording device. But I wouldn’t be able to hear myself over the music. Post it notes?? Oh yeah. Ask the man I married how that would turn out. Me frantically trying to find a pen while hittin’ eighty on 422.… not a good idea.
Someone once told me the key to good writing was to ‘write what you know‘. Or… maybe I read it somewhere. I dunno.. But it stuck with me. So.. What do I know?
I know how to change a diaper in under a minute, maybe a minute and a half if it is a particularly vile one. Boy I’m sure everyone is just chompin’ at the bit to read about that.
I know how to read Sam I Am WELL and can do it dozens of times before becoming tongue tied. Interesting but I doubt I can come up with more than a paragraph or two to explain it.
I can do just about any paper craft. With an emphasis on scrapbooking. But those things have been written about ad nauseam.
Pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding, bottlefeeding, to circ or not to circ, blah, blah, blah… I’ve participated in many on line message boards devoted to these subjects and to be honest with you they all bore me. Maybe because none of it applies to me in the present moment.
I know that my daughter and I are going to see my Grandmother today. She’ll be ninety in October. I’m trying to make a more conscious effort to spend time with her. I lost my other Grandmother in January of 2006 to pancreatic cancer. She was diagnosed in October of 05’. So we have a last set of holidays with her before she was gone.
I want to spend as much time as I can with the only grandparent I have left. She’s going to attempt to teach Sydney and I how to knit. Good thing she is a patient woman. She tried with me once before and pronounced me ‘hopeless’ (she really does love me). That was many years ago so we thought we’d give it one more shot. We think Sydney will pick up more quickly than I will.
I'm sure if I spend some time thinking about it I'll come up with more "things I know". Maybe I'll take a drive...