Writing My Wrongs

I've been writing my memoirs...

title sounds better than, From California to New York...that would sound Oh So commercial...lol Yet...O to H sounds a little "urban".... I'll come up with a better title another day...right now my imagination is dead...(I haven't eaten lunch)

So, I am writing about me...if you know anything about me, you'd know...everything is ALWAYS all about me.
LoL

I started writing in this notebook.

I usually carry a pad around with me at all times...want to make sure that I don't forget something that pops into my head. Whether they are ideas, memories or someone else's actions. I can be caught writing down a line to a song, a catchy phrase someone has used, a word I've never heard...or used in "real" life. I often write down things that remind me of people or places... just so I can back track to see why those things would give me those particular thoughts.

I started writing about some people in my past and the start to finish of those friendships/aquaintance. Not hitting the surface but detail...detail...making sure that I pay attention to detail....from the look, the slant of the lips, the brightness of the eyes and the little quirks of someones mannerisms. Hadn't realized that I knew or paid attention to details when I was with them or around them. Places that I have been and things that were said, how I felt and what they felt (or said they felt) Words that were spoken, that made my imagination run wild or my desire that much stronger. I am suprising myself because I never thought that I had a story to tell. Surprisingly, I DON'T have a story to tell but I can make one up...lol

I just started on Thursday and already I am ready for a new notebook. A hundred pages of written words is nothing compared to typed work...so I know once I finish I will have to transfer it all to the laptop, then come up with more detail.

This will be fun...even if for no other reason than to have a written accounting of my....experiences.

I have been dreading what would happen if DipSet found my notebook...I have been guarding it like a bitch guards her newborn pups. I take it out of my purse every night before I go to bed and put it in the bottom drawer underneath all my jeans. *I SWEAR, that man has been through my shit AND my purse, not positive but....pretty positive!* Not that it would be the worst thing in history if he read it...after all, I have substituted all names with peoples middle names and substituted my name with my bestfriends name in California...but still...he could put 2 and 2 together and figure out that *XXX* who moved from California to New York is me...lol Either way...I hide it and if he finds it...it's not that big of deal...sorta. He's a big ol' goofball jock...so I am sure that alot of things would go over his head *hmmm, althoooooo, the other day he did use a "big" word...one that I would never think to hear him use.....hmmmmm, he might be smarter than I think* ~smile~

So, I can be found with my head down, bottom lip in a vice grip between my teeth and a thoughtful frown upon my brow *lol*...most evenings and mornings on Metro-North. When he is not home I write... crazy thing about it, I leave off with a thought and go RIGHT back into that thought when I come back to writing. Finishing conversations and thoughts...I have not ran into that writers block thing...yet, it's gonna be a bitch trying to format this and put it into sequential order...after all, I started from New York...traveled back to California and even travelled back to when I lived in Denver and visiting my mother on the "indian" reservation in Utah for summer break
...........thinking now........this might be more trouble than it's worth *lol*