Not bad for a fat girl

Oh My Aching Brain

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my_brain_has_a_mind_of_its_own_1558315My brain is so swollen with information and inspiration from the writing conference that it feels like it’s bulging out against my skull. Three days of craft classes, information about the business side of writing, and networking have me reeling. There is SO much I want to do! So many things I want to try. So many people I’m excited to have met. Honestly, it’s a bit overwhelming.

Before I forget, I have to send since thanks to the people who sponsored me at the conference. Someone with pull saw something in me that led those generous folks to offer me a place at the table. Receiving a scholarship to this conference has been an enormous gift and one I’m planning to pay forward in some way down the road. I’m a big believer in Karma and the notion that good begats good. Of course, the opposite applies too.

Next, I have to prioritize my writing projects. Naturally I got conflicting advice at the conference, but that’s to be expected. Still, I have to decide where to devote the majority of my writing time. Somehow, in my mind, the time I spend writing BulgingButtons doesn’t count toward that total. I don’t know if that’s “right” or “wrong” but it’s how my brain works.

I don’t see writing the blog in the same way that I see other writing, whether it’s working on a novel or writing articles to submit for publication. Yes, I count blogging as time spent writing, but I don’t feel like I’ve really written anything when I’m done. Maybe because each post is a stand alone entry. I don’t have to develop a plot or entice you to come back. Oh wait. I do have to do those things. Or at least I ought to be doing those things. Jeez, this writing thing is hard!

I think I just need to let my tender swollen brain relax a little bit, and then I can come at this again fresh. Maybe by then I’ll work out why today was The Day of the Cats, and what significance those cats hold. Until then, be well.




Author: BulgingButtons

I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the grown up son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.

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