A Mediocre Blog

Last night I had a great idea for a blog.  Then I fell asleep on the couch, and *poof*, it was gone.  So instead of a great blog, this could likely be a mediocre blog but that's OK.  It give me the chance to use the word, mediocre.

I was watching movie trailers this morning.  Two caught my attention.  War Horse.  I watched it and realized that I wish I could do epic.  I don't do epic.  I am less grandiose and more down to earth.  The things I wrote in my novel are much closer to how I speak, and how I think most people speak.  I might have a nugget or two that are noteworthy, but usually, it's real, plain talk.  It is the kind of movie that makes me work to be a better writer....if that makes any sense.

The other trailer I watched, and I highly recommend everyone watch, is for a movie called Salmon Fishing In The Yemen.  Now you might be thinking that it sounds like a bizarre, artsy film, but it's not.  It caught my attention because of the title.  I mean, come on, Salmon Fishing In The Yemen?  How can you not be curious?  That trailer made me wish for a better title to my book.  Though I have pretty well settled on one, I still roll it around in my mouth to be sure.  There is time.  My working title is.....oh wouldn't you like to know?  If I were absolutely positive about it, then I would share it, but like I said, it's still rolling around in my mouth.

We are having a fairly big Christmas Eve dinner at our house.  I'm looking forward to it.  There is King Crab in our freezer and I have plans for huckleberry cheesecake for dessert.  I hate huckleberries but I'm the only one with the crazy "I don't eat fruit" thing so I gather everyone else will enjoy it.  I keep telling myself to quit worrying and enjoy myself.  It's difficult though.  I'm a naturally good worrier.  I worry about clean bathrooms, perfect gifts and having enough food.  I worry about my dog smelling bad and ruining the atmosphere of the perfect Norman Rockwell Christmas at home.  I worry about a multitude of things, but then that sucks all the fun out of it for me.  I keep telling myself to drink plenty of wine and enjoy the moment.

I have a seven year old.  I'm going to blink and he's going to be seventeen.  I think I'd better enjoy now, today, for it's all we have.  Or so I've heard.

Christmas is close and I'm (happily) almost all ready.  It feels an awful lot like a marathon.  I sent Little Man to school today with a gift for his teacher.  I'm hoping the gift made it to her without being broken, left in the snow, or thrown like a football.  Oh well, it's the thought that counts, right?  Right?  Hello?  Tap, tap, tap.  Is this thing on?

Well, I can't delay anymore.  I have shoes to exchange, and two more gifts to buy...I think.  Time for another list I guess.

Make a nice day!