A Brain full of Nothingness

Poor little blog I'm trying to make you lovely. I can remember a time when I was actually a decent writer. I wrote a 500 page novel when I was in middle school, now granted it didn't make a whole lot of sense because I had a zillion notes in the margins of things I wanted to go back and change. Needless to say I ended up throwing those tattered notebooks out, which I now regret. Not because I think it could have been the next great American novel, simply because it's a funny little anecdote of my childhood. I used to like to give captions to life events that I would call my reader digest headlines. I'm not sure why I called them that, I haven't picked up a readers digest in years, it was fun though. For some reason as I grew older all of that has flittered away out of my head. Now I simply have these epic book dreams, as I call them, that I relay to my husband who encourages me to write them down. I find myself not able to put pen to paper....or type to word document...how would you say that nowadays anyway. I will however make a better attempt at making this blog entertaining and alive. I'm not sure how yet but if you have any ideas, please share.