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DIARY JOKE WHISPER LEAD PRINTER

There he is again.  Same time, same place.  Doesn’t this guy have someplace to be.  Probably not.  Look at him sitting there without a care in the world.  Sitting there in his faded jeans and scruffy high tops.  I wore those shoes when I was in 2nd grade.  Grow up already.

Every day, he is just sits there, relaxing.  Reading his paper, smoking his cigarette.

“I hate you.” I whisper to myself.

Because, I come here every day, too.   But, my demeanor is far from relaxed.  I am pretty much in a constant state of panic because I am looking for a job. And have been since I graduated two month ago.  Pounding the pavement everyday wearing this uncomfortable outfit void of personal style.  But, this is what I am supposed to do.

I scour this paper daily for a job.  At this point, I would do anything. But, there is nothing  out there.  Oh, wait. Here’s something. Wanted:  Printer Repair Man.

That’s it.  That’s the perfect job for me.  If I hadn’t have gone to freakin business school for four freakin years. I am going to be living with my parents forever.  I will be 30 years old.  Still living in my childhood bedroom.  Reading my diary where I portrait my future life as one with a husband, career, children, dream house and a perfect 4 carat asher cut diamond solitaire ring.

You see, this is life’s cruel little joke.  Go to school, get an education, find a job, have it all.  In that order. No one told me that most of the time, it doesn’t happen like that.

And this one here.  He probably didn’t even go to college.  He’s probably one of those laid back, go with the flow kind of guys who will never be successful at anything.  And the worst part is he probably doesn’t even care.  I could never be like him.  Or, could I.

I could.  I could take his lead.  I could sit on this bench all day.  With no worries. No problems.  I am going to do it.  If he gets to do it, why can’t I.

“Hello,” he says into his cellphone.

He has a cellphone. How does slacker boy afford a cellphone?

“Yeah, I am in the park. She kicks me out of the room for a couple hours each day.” He says.

Yep, even his girlfriend can’t stand to be around his laziness.

“There is nothing more they can do for her.”

Is he crying?

“If you want to see her, you need to come soon,” he said, “I gave up everything to spend these last couple of months with her.” He pauses, “Yeah, it was worth it.” He hangs up the phone whips his eyes and smiles at me shyly.

I said the only thing I could think of, “Can I borrow the classifieds section?”

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W – Writing is Work

 

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My flashback blog is from April 26, 2012. I choose this post because it was a turning point in my writing and blogging.  I was nearing the end of the A to Z Challenge and I came to the realization that this writing thing is work.  

The A to Z Challenge has been work!

And I am exhausted.  I am new to this blogging/writing thing.  I say thing because I am not sure what to call it, yet.  It certainly isn’t my job, but it’s not a hobby either.  I think for now, I will call it a commitment.

I have committed to writing every day. I have committed to putting my thoughts and ideas and dumb ass moments out there for the world to read about.

Committing to writing every single day is work. Not only do you have to be creative, you have to be funny, witty and clever, too.  No wonder I am exhausted.

Then, there is the practical side of writing.  You have to plan and research and construct.  You need that structure to be consistent.  There is very little flexibility.  Did I say I committed to this?  Yeah, I guess I did.

Who cares that I have scheduled vacation?  I must get this posted.  I am too sick or too tired to write today.  Suck it up sweetie.  Write! Write! Write!

But, wait, I do have a real job.  A real job that allows me to pay for the latest Mac technology to record my writing and  the internet I use to speak to the world wide web.  I can’t forget about my real job.  *Ironically, I am writing this post while at work on the office internet and I live in a hotel with free wifi.  That’s beside the point.

But, I have to write.  The www is depending on me.  Well, maybe not depending on me, but you get the point.  Fitting in the time for some quality outlining and writing and editing and formatting takes some effort.

Not to mention finding that perfect (legal) photo to illustrate my words of wisdom.

 
These photos in no way demonstrate what I am talking about except for the fact
that I took them all, so I know they are legal.

And, don’t let me forget about the social media responsibilities that go along with being a proper member of the writing/blogging community.

This commitment is not easy, but I believe that this is what the A to Z Challenge was meant to show me. And, my eyes are wide open now.

The A to Z Challenge has taught me that being a writer is work, hard work.

But, writing makes me happy.   I am committed to being happy.  What more can I ask for?

The sign up for this years challenge is coming soon.  It changed my idea of what blogging was all about and it could do the same for you.  

Make sure you go over to The Peasants Revolt and wish Felicia a Happy Anniversary.