Scribbles

I received high praise the other day from two women my dad used to work with before he retired. They read the Caring Bridge site for Eric and because of my small posts and updates there, they believe I should be a writer. My dad also fell into agreement with them because of some papers I'd written in college.

Well, now. How about that? It's something I've always wanted to be, a writer, a professional. However, I lack ideas. I read novels frequently and never identify with the main characters. I am not sure if that makes me so strange or if the main characters in American fiction today are so off base that we all sit there going... Who DOES that? Maybe it's just me and I am too fussy for my own good.

I also talked to a doctor the other day who was impressed with my medical knowledge and thought I ought to give med school a try. Or nursing school since I can finish that so much faster than med school. Perhaps I shall be the next Cook or something. I can write all kinds of horrible medical mysteries. Or, hell stick to real life. It seems more interesting lately than any fiction I've read.

I've come more and more to realize that marriage is not something I need to have or want. It just seems so much more complicated than it needs to be. Who knows, I could change my mind the minute that sparkly ring appears out of its box. Mind you, there is no box and no sparkly ring, it was just a thought.

Well, my knee hurts and precludes me from typing any more. I do not type with my knees, but I am special so knee pain means that this entry is over. Not that anyone reads this anyway. However, I enjoy putting "down" in cyberspace.