I loved that show, truly. That, and Loony Toons, was a childhood staple. This admonition might explain a few things about why I am the adult that I am. Ha!
Up until Sunday Ramblings, my blog has been about my writing, The attempts, the success, the failures. The process. So what happened? What exactly was Ramblings? Where did it come from? And…Is it going to continue?
It wasn’t premeditated. It wasn’t a project from The Drawer that just needed some fresh air. It was this random seed of an idea that came to me while I was waiting for Scott to get out of the shower and it didn’t really have any other place to go. Yes, I could have tucked it away into an isolated Word document and tucked it away in The Drawer. But it didn’t want to go in, suffocate and potentially die. So I wrote it here, in this mostly isolated, but open to the public, space. I didn’t spell check it. I didn’t word check it. I didn’t proof before I hit the now more familiar Publish button.
Ramblings has been calling to me. Tugging at the back of my consciousness, much like one of its characters and it’s been asking to get OUT.
So this morning, I gave it another run. It’s barely sun rise. The cats are fed. There is coffee in my belly and bread baking in the oven. I actually stood here at the kitchen counter and wrote. There was music piping through my headphones. But I got lost in the writing and couldn’t tell what was actually playing. That, my friends, hasn’t happened in a long time. Gonna run with it!.
Julie M Anderson 