When one who likes to consider herself a writer has an image she can't shake, her mind turns to how can that image be used, or perhaps what said image means.
The recurring image for me is a broken teacup -- just cracked really.
Finally, an idea came to me. "Maybe the teacup is your life, and the tea itself is the day-to-day goings-on of your life. Sometimes your life, like the cup, is very full of sweetness; sometimes you don't like what's going on. Something can happen to the cup and cause a little crack, or sometimes the day-to-day goings on get boring."
I decided I needed somewhere to share my cracks, to release pressure and vent. Someone reading this is going, "There's a place for that. It's called therapy." I know what it is. 3 p.m. every Tuesday is what it is. :)
A friend said, "Maybe you should say it's more like a percolator. You let the pressure build up until the truth is forced through the daily grinds of your life."
I suppose as I write this now, there are three things this blog will be:
1) Finding the sweetness in life;
2) Sharing the cracks, even if it's just with me.
3) Getting me to write, which is one of the cracks I see.
#2 means I may come off judgmental, opinionated, self-righteous, and high-strung. At least I'm willing to admit that can and will happen. There are two things you can do: don't read the blog, or tell me when I am.
It seems I'm already addressing #3, as I am qutting talking about writing and actually writing. And perhaps that leads to #1.
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