100 Little Reasons
Today marks the 100th blog post. One hundred! Some were short. Some were sweet. Plenty were snarky vents.
Many featured Little Miss Muse in all her purple, glittery glory. Though now she’s in the corner, flicking her Zippo at me, declaring that I still haven’t given her due credit. Muses are such egotistical creatures…
To celebrate, I’ve decided to list the top 100 reasons I love writing. Keep it positive. Keep it sparkly.
And mostly keep away from the negativity bender I’ve been on lately (when surrounded by such a massive amount of worldly downers and family drama, one tends to muck about in one’s own negative attitude).
But, today? I’m celebrating! In no particular order (except maybe that very first one—holding tight to the number-one spot is an introvert’s absolute dream):
100 Reasons I Love Being a Writer
Greg Vance wants nothing more than a bright and shiny life with his wife and daughter, but work and time wear all things dull. The fear of his wife stepping out and the not-so-charming boyfriend his daughter has fallen for creates for weary days. When a new piece of tech promises the ability to hear all and respond in gallant efforts, Greg jumps at the opportunity to expand his understanding of the women in his life… and maybe his own existence.
Greg Vance was nothing special and he knew it. He was a paper pusher, digitally speaking. His grandfather was the lead paper pusher at Omni decades before Greg sat in the windowless cubical. His nothing-special father was a hybrid. Half paper. Half digital. Greg pushed only digital files from one cyberfolder to another. One email to another. One text to another.
All day long. All week long. Until months turned into years and years to decades.
Not a hint of paper, pulp, or ink anywhere in the building. Unless you count toilet paper, but soon, they’d find a way to digitalize butt wiping.
After each day of digital chaos, he went home to a nothing-special wife. Well, she’d been bright and shiny when they’d first met, but soon, she became stuck in the mundane and routine of her similar desk job and the running of the home. Life ruts rub away bright and shiny real quick. Too bad he couldn’t rewire his brain. Fall in love with her all over again. But Amille stopped putting effort into their nothing-special relationship long ago. Why should he waste the energy?
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Beth's passion for writing started in grade school with an epic outer space adventure scribbled on 158 sheets of wide-ruled notebook paper with not-sharp-enough pencils. That manuscript was lost in a basement flood.
Thirty years, marriage, two kids and several dogs later, she's garnered enough story fodder to resurrect her passion—and this time she backs up her work!
She currently resides in Indiana with her family and a couple of meowing fur babies who enjoy walking across her keyboard.