2 posts tagged “self”

I am unhappy, yet I am quietly happy. The federal government is taking money out of my bank account, which they have every right to do, because I still haven't paid off all my student loans. But it throws what little balance I have achieved into a precarious state. Disaster looms. If the whole spun-sugar cage collapses under its own weight, what will I do then? Not sure. Hard to say, really. But I've got a little side project--a little book project, a self-publishing thing, personal--and when I think about it, nothing can hurt me for long. It's like I'm humming on the inside. If I had known self-publishing could make me this happy, I would have stopped looking down my nose at it years ago.

I couldn't think of anything interesting to say about myself, which is the not the same as saying that I doubt that I am interesting in any way. It's just that what makes me interesting isn't a single, stark detail, such as having had a limb chewed off by a shark. It's more that any given accumulation of my details makes for something notable, incongruous: interesting. Mildly, anyway.

This reminded me that I have yet to really show myself here. It's a time-consuming process, I suppose. So I will start small. I will tell you about myself in increments of words, beginning with five.

Single mother of invention reinvents.

Now fifty words.

I am a friendly but reclusive mother of three trying to restart my career as a freelance writer. Before, I was homeschooling my children and teaching classes part-time, but this summer my marriage imploded. I'm fair, fat, and fortyish; literate and curious, if a bit coarse. I live in California.

Next time, it'll be five hundred words. But I don't want to do it right now. I'd rather do my Christmas cards.