I’m a Liar (And 5 other confessions while I’m at it)

I’ve always said that I don’t have writer’s block.  Lie from the pit.  The problem is, I didn’t know it until I was talking to an author friend, Vikki Kestell about how  I can’t start a book without a title.  Can’t write.  What’s that called?  Yeah.  Writer’s Block.  It’s real, folks.

I just didn’t realize I have it.  So it is a lie… but not an intentional one.  But, had I even thought of it, it absolutely would have been obvious.  It was a sin of laziness and a bit of pride, I admit.  Realizing I don’t have blank-page-fright made me so happy I didn’t think about other reasons for not being ABLE to write.  Duh.

 

Oh, yeah.  I promised five more.  So, I’m gonna list ’em out.  My first “tell all” post.

1. My bedroom is always a disaster movie from November 1 through December 26.  It’s October 13 and I can’t stand to look at it right now.  I think it’s practicing for the big day or something.  Anyone got a torch? (I’d prefer Medieval to British flashlights. I do NOT want to see this any clearer than I already do)
2. I haven’t been grocery shopping in four weeks.  We have little food in the house.  I’m trying to figure out how I can make dinner out of leftover baked chicken chests, a bottle of Dijon mustard (that hubby hates) and a bag of moldy bread crumbs that once was a loaf.  Oh, and grapes.  We have massive amounts of grapes for some unknown reason.  Anyone got an infection?  I think I can cure it or make wine to sterilize a wound if it’s in that.  Just don’t die before it ferments.

3. 

   I can quote the movie Arthur with Dudley Moore and Liza Minnelli from beginning to end.  I don’t recommend watching it, but I’ve seen it so many times as a kid that I can quote it.  In fact, many of the “family phrases” that we say in this house are from that movie… and my kids don’t even know it.

4. Unlike most authors, I hate coffee. Total failure,  I admit this.  I do, however, make myself drink it from time to time.  It usually helps me avoid the nebulizer when I feel an asthma attack coming on.  I figure caffeine is better for you than albuterol.
5. I have mad organization and decluttering skills.  Weirdly enough, I also have little motivation to keep UP those systems and decisions.  I think I actually like letting things get into disarray so I have the fun of fixing it again. Oh, and  I just learned this about me.  Like 32.4 seconds ago when I started typing it.

Bonus: 

I am not done with my Christmas shopping.  Hey, I don’t even have lists together. I am not looking forward to the mess.  Truth be told in this post about me being a liar, I just want to wake up and have done it all, enjoyed every second, and not have to actually DO anything.  Weird, right?  Christmas is my favorite time of year. I love wrapping gifts.  Maybe if I go buy wrapping paper I’ll get the urge to figure out WHAT we’re doing this year.  Yeah.

So back to that whole “Writer’s Block” thing.  I need a series title (books’ll have their own titles) for sisters who reconnect, reunite, reignite their relationship after many years.  Right now, I’ve got “Sister-to-Sister.”  Not exactly inspiring.  Ideas anyone?