“Half Empty, Half Full” is a structured excuse to sit on the sofa and write something on Saturdays. I run a rural non-profit, so don’t expect to find prolific posting here. I’m too busy trying to fundraise in an economic downturn.
As you may surmise from my posting about first-grade playground traumas, I’m one to be more concerned with basic survival than with winning. (Note that though I played tennis for a decade, I still apologize when I win a shot. Pictionary is an exception. In that arena, I grow bloodthirsty and gloating).
The pen helped me survive recess. In the third grade, I wrote my first story about a red dragon that loved to play Atari, especially the game in which a poorly rendered yet valiant knight must capture a gold chalice from a fire-breathing reptile.
Soon, I began collaborating with my best friend, another literary recess reject who could produce spot-on Yoda impressions. We adapted our stories for the stage. All of the playground’s prima donnas wanted to be superstars. So, as long as we had a play in the works, we felt protected.
I’ve often allowed every day demands to block me from writing. This is surprising. Considering the mundanity of the everyday demands in my life, one would expect me to use writing to procrastinate, not the other way around. But things have not worked out that way. I now realize the potential for blogging to lend me the focused time & safe outlet I need to reconnect with my keyboard. Perhaps this will help me better navigate the political intrigue and perils I face in the small town non-profit milieu.
Oh, and I also like climbing trees, scuba diving, ghost stories, inner tubing with the Bynum Union of Transcendental Tubers (B.U.T.T.), lemon custard ice cream, weird human tricks, and otters. Also, my central motivating belief is that the proverbial glass is half empty AND half full. Also, visit my volunteer ocean conservation site http://www.seasourcegroup.com.