by matilda crear (soon to come)

i was enjoying my good friend fabiola's blog when i stumbled upon another blog she frequents called a bourgeois existence. http://a-bourgeois-existence.blogspot.com/. i was in ahh of this women. she's 24. 24 and a writer! she's a writer of naughty adult fantasies but a writer non-the-less. how is this? how is that i am am 29 and still not a writer? i know how. i just like to ask the question out loud hoping to find a different answer. like the time that i first learned that trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity, i realized i am insane. i am not a writer because i just haven't done it. the first time i entered a UIL writing event and totally bombed, i became discouraged and have only given halfassed efforts ever since. another time i wrote down the beginnings of something i am interested in writing about. my boyfriend, now husband, found it hidden in the couch cushions. he was uber mad because it was mostly about his problems. he made me sware never to show that to anyone and to stop writing my things down for people to find. i promised at the time but all i really wanted to know was, "was it good?", i mean "was it something that kept you entertained and intrigued?" only it was a tad inappropriate to ask while he was shaking it at me and yelling unpleasantries. several years later he granted me permission to write his story and even agreed to be my c0-writer. only. . . i've done nothing except read other authors work on the subject. i call that "research". so now little miss Bourgeois Existence your my inspiration to write. hopefully i'll follow through this time . . . or at least one of these times in the near future.