1/6 of the Way There

Yesterday I hit the two-month point of my "366 Days of Blogging" and I nearly quit. But I didn't. So I'm back at my desk today trying not to quit. But it's a holiday. And I took some medication that is rendering me pretty loopy. So I'm thinking in order to keep from quitting, maybe I can re-post something from the past. I found the very first blog I did, which I think might be very appropriate, since it's about starting, not ending, my blog. Hopefully this counts, and it should, since I'm making up the rules as I go. Most importantly, I hope it is of some interest to readers. If it does both, (count and entertain) than I've met my goal. :)

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 2008

So I woke up this morning with a revelation. I had to start my blog. I’d gotten books from the library on how to do it a while back. Obviously that didn’t help, if I just now got the revelation.

I could start by giving my ideas on solving the world’s problems, but then after that, what more would there be to say? I’ll have to save that for nearer the end of this sudden blog phase. Hopefully that won’t be next week.

I will tell about myself instead, as a kind of introduction. I have four nearly-16-year-olds who need their driver licenses. 14 years ago when I was potty training my quadruplets, strangers in the grocery store would ask, “My, what are you going to do when they all start driving?” I blew them off then. I was too busy looking for the nearest bathroom. But now it is upon us. But they can’t drive yet because my husband was laid off from his job a year ago. And I haven’t sold any of my novels yet, so we don’t have any money. Part-time magazine editors don’t make much money. Nearly-16-year-old quadruplets cost a lot of money. Especially when they start driving. The insurance, the permits, the driving school, the new fender, the new fender, the new fender, the new fender, the Valium.

Meanwhile, we get more together time in the car as I chauffeur them around. Which is great, if I’m in the mood to talk. If I’m upset, like two days ago when the new job offered to my husband was suddenly, inexplicitly withdrawn, then I don’t feel much like asking them how their day’s been. I’m just trying not to melt down and crash through a fence or into a light post. Because we don’t have the money for the new fender.

But today is a new day. I’m fine. I’m speaking again. They can tell me how their day is going. We’ll find out together. Today is Saturday, chore day. We sleep in. We hang out. We clean the house. And I start my blog.