I’m Gonna Try to Write More

I suddenly decided over the weekend to take myself more seriously as a writer. This a big deal. Like, it was the most shocking, slap-in-the-face revelation I’ve had in awhile since my conversion to morning showers. The conversation with Jaron while on our way to a late lunch of steamed mussels by the beach (noteworthy details) went something like this:

Jen: I think I want to write for the rest of my life! I’ve found my calling! Screw selling my soul to expensive business school to learn things I don’t want to learn so I can barely increase my chances of getting into a job that I don’t want! Screw 9-5s, elevators, short lunch breaks, bloody heels and bleeding ankles! I will write masterpieces that will be consumed like french fries by the general public while on my couch, at home, nearby my refrigerator and 2.5 children!

Jaron: Nice! And what do you want to write about? Like, what do you have to offer to your readers?

Jen:

So that was as far as my vision went. But I’m open for suggestions (like “Start an Asian-American blog on cross-bred bunnies and exotic bugs!”) and critical warnings (like “Jen, I can barely make it to the end of any of your posts so please reserve all words and rants for your diary or boyfriend–whichever is less sick of you”) in which case I will smile kindly and then run home crying.

I am grateful, though, that I have readers at all. So genuine spanks to everyone who stops by when Google or Caroline alert them to, and an extra credit for those who comment.

By the way, wordpress sucks in that it doesn’t let me reply to people’s comments. So you guys say stuff like,

“Yo Jen! What are you up to these days? Let’s meet up!”

and I won’t be able to answer it because there isn’t a function to, but mostly also because it would be mean and unwise to answer like this on the internet:

“OMG hey you! So how have I been doing? Well, [copy/paste the entry above]. But yeah, let’s meet up at the Coffee Bean on Wilshire and Beverly Glen at 8:00PM tomorrow evening to talk juicy details. Comment again on my blog entry about nannying and rich people to confirm our date! By the way, my social security number is…”

But really, I appreciate every comment I get because at the end of the day, whether the commenter made it evident or not that they actually read my post, proof of visitation encourages me to churn out the next post. Without you guys, there would be no blog, and then what would I do? Focus at work?