Hey poops, how are you all doing? I don’t know about you guys, but it’s been a crazy week so far in my poopie world. I certainly won’t bore any of you with the details at this time. Let’s just say poops here is facing some major changes in her life. And while it’s taking time adjusting to the idea, I am looking very forward to the weekend and will be relying on several of you (you poops know who you are) to provide me with a steady stream of cocktails tomorrow night : ) When the month of November comes to an end and my literary whirlwind is over, I will no doubt be sharing with you all the latest and greatest highlights of the emotional, funny,crazy, witty, sarcastic, unpredictable and, sometimes (hopefully) poignant journey that is Poopie Mommy.
In the meantime, I thought the picture below would provide you with a good chuckle. After all, you should know exactly who you’re dealing with here on this blog and what kind of woman has been sharing her advice with you. Though it’s not exactly the most flattering photographic image ever take of me, it certainly captures the essence of me. Lord knows, I’m not one to just stand there all stiff and smile perfectly. I wanted to add this stupid-faced photo of myself as a reminder to never, ever take myself or life too seriously. I sure could use that reminder right about now. And I hope, poopies, that you can look at ridiculous me here and feel the same way about yourselves. I’d love to tell ya that I had one too many drinks and that’s why I look like this, but the truth is, this is just me being me, muggin’ it up like a moron for the camera, cracking myself-up. And you know what? 99% of the time I do crack myself up. And I am so thankful I’m able to do that. Life would be a lot harder to take if I couldn’t.
Anyway, I really feel bad that I’m unable to blog as frequently right now, but the novel is going well and according to my stats (on nanowrimo.org – check it out) if I keep up my word count per day, I will complete 175 pgs/50,000 words by November 28th. Some of you may be asking yourself, why in the world, poops, would you want to write a novel in 30 days? And the answer to this can best be summarized in today’s MoMtra. I find that it is not only applicable to why I’ve challenged myself to complete my first novel, but it also applies to everything in life. And it is particularly timely for me and the poopie family right now as well. It is by one of my favorite poets of all time, T.S. Eliot:
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.
Man, if that ain’t the truth, poops, I don’t know what is. Think about it over the next few days. I know I will keep it in mind as I stay up way too late every night working on my book. Why? Because, just as Eliot reminds us, I need to find out just how far I can go. The old saying really is true – without risk, there is no reward. Maybe there’s something that you’ve been dreaming about doing, poopies, but you’re afraid or intimidated or don’t know how to get there or where to begin. If it helps you, think about me and my crazy, literary endeavor. Who knows if I’ll finish? Who knows if the damn thing will be any good? Who knows if anyone will ever even read it besides me? I can’t answer any of those questions right now, but what I can tell you is that I already feel rewarded just by the doing of it – just by setting the challenge, taking the risk and going for it. I’ll say it again: ONLY THOSE WHO WILL RISK GOING TOO FAR CAN POSSIBLY FIND OUT HOW FAR THEY CAN GO. Don’t you want to find out how far you can go, poopies???
I’ll try my best to check-in next week. Can’t make any promises. But you know I’m always thinking of you…