Why can’t I write? All day, that’s all I can think of. Even at work, I’m devising my plan for an early night in the hope of doing some writing. There’s also the evening ritual… ‘After I cook dinner, I’ll write. After I wash the dishes, I’ll write. After I shower the kids, I’ll write. After I read them a book, I’ll write. After they go to bed, I’ll write…’ Well, here it is, exactly one hour since they’ve been in bed and not a single word on the page…that is, until I started writing this!
This doesn’t count though. This is just me having a rant, a whinge, a gripe. This isn’t writing my book. This isn’t completing Chapter 16, so that I can move forward and begin Chapter 17. No. This is wasting precious ‘writing time’.
What should I do?
Well, I should just write, but for some reason I can’t. I’ve checked Facebook a thousand times. Instagram has pulled me in too. What about Pinterest and Twitter? Yes, checked them. Everything is up to date. I’ve read everyone’s posts, tweets, Instagram’s and more.
Now, that I’ve done all that, my eyes are getting tired. The cat is now quite comfortably sleeping near my feet. She can feel the electric blanket warming her through the quilt cover.
Hmmm, I wonder if there are any more posts to be read…
Hey, what about my website? I could check that out perhaps.
Yep. That’s all up to date as well.
Seems like there’ nothing to check. Come on…now look! My guitar is calling me, ‘Play me, Play me…’ I must go…I must go, but I’m way too comfortable.
How about, I just put the computer away. Take that expectation of having to write away and just relax. That would be a novel idea wouldn’t It?
My question to the blogosphere is… ‘Is it ever okay to ask someone to pay to attend your own birthday gathering?
This was brought to my attention recently. My friend and her family were invited to her husbands’ extended family birthday gathering. It all sounded good until she read that it was going to cost her family (two adults and two children) at least $150 to attend.
She was shocked as she re-read the invitation and then called me to ask my opinion.
‘You’re asking the wrong person’, I said. ‘You know I how feel about these things.’
We had had this conversation many times over the years, but she was rather rattled by this invitation.
‘Why?’ I figured probing was the answer.
“They make such a big deal over how much they spend on things and then they ask US to pay to attend their party. I think it’s a bit rich. Excuse the pun.”
My response was simple, “Well don’t go.”
“But won’t it look rude?”
The silence that preceded that remark, answered the question. I didn’t need to say a thing.
Generally, people understand the situation. If they are close enough to the person, then they would be happy to spend the money. The other things that got to my friend were: the birthday was not a significant one, you know, like turning 21 or 50 or 100. It was an ‘insignificant’ birthday age. The other thing that my friend was grappling with was the fact that in order to celebrate the birthday, not only did they have to fork out $150, but they had to drive at least an hour and a half to get to the event.
I asked her if the venue and menu would be worth it. ‘Hmmm, the venue would be fine, but the menu was limited.’
I’m sorry. In all fairness, I am backing my friend on this one. The insignificant age; the fact that they had to pay to attend; the distance to travel; bragging about their expensive things and the limited menu.
This gets a thumbs down.
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