I just posted my prologue for my first attempt at a novel, "Blood Lust". I actually like it!! I am my own worst critic and usually do not like anything I write.
But this I do. I am stressing myself though, I read all this talk from other writers about how much preperation goes into writing novel. The character prep involved, the plot prep involved and so on and so on. I haven't done a lot of that...it's all in my head. Am I destined for failure? Should I be writing more of this down?
 

We did not win last night...how do we lose to a team by 12 runs that we previously beat by 25? I will tell you...11 WALKS!! I was bored out of my mind standing in leftfield watching the walks. They had more walks than hits and beat us by 12...sad, sad night. Oh well...time for a tired cliche. It's just a game
 

I have another softball game tonight. I played last night, which we lost yet again. Our men's team is terrible...a bunch of lazy guys. My hamstring is finally healed from playing football 3 weeks ago. I still remember when I did it too, man it felt like someone shot me. Anyway, I played outfield again last night for the first time since I injured myself.
So tonight is my coed team...and we are actually good. We are playing the first place team tonight, which ironically we beat them 35-10 the first week. We have lost two games since then. We need this win very badly...I'm excited just to be playing wihtout my hamstring screaming at me. Unfortunately, my big toe hurts...my shins hurt and basically my whole damn body hurts. I am getting too old to play two games in one week. I will check in later though to update.
 

I witnessed the craziest example of apparent road rage this morning. I think you can call it road rage. I was white knuckling the 405 this morning while traveling a whopping 15 miles per hour. Stop, go, stop, go...when by my own fault I left a sliver of space between me and the car in front of me. So as anyone whom drives in L.A. traffic knows, if you do this you will look up and have a car squeezing in to that sliver.
Well this morning, that was the case. But this guy had a more hurried sense of urgency to this cut. Even that wasn't too surprising. It's what he did next that was surprising; he opened his driver's side door...now this definitely peaked my curiosity. So he precedes to stick his head out of the opening and puke. That in itself is odd...but the fact that he did this while still driving and he must have driven a good fifty yards like this...well that was what was shocking. There was this string of vomit half a football field long left for all...as a reminder of what you feel like while navigating through Los Angeles traffic. Only in L.A.
 

I'm an auditor by day, aspiring writer by night. This line though is getting blurrier by the hour. I have a hard time staring at numbers all day...all I can think about is writing. Can I turn these numbers into something? These hospital patients I look at 8 to 10 hours a day, can I turn them into a story? Can I add them to my novel? I wonder if other writers have this same problem. How do they deal with it? I can't turn off my creativity. When I was an athlete I could turn it on and off...but as a writer I can not stop the flow of my creative juices.