Thursday, July 29, 2004
What to say...
My sister is the real writer in the family. In my silly dream world that plays out in my head before I fall asleep at night I'm an actress, a famous poet, a rock-n-roll singer, a lottery winner, a famous inventor, and of course, a published and revered writer. I won two dollars once in the lotto. I'm still working on the rest.
My mother and grandmother tried to be writers once, producing a seedy Harlequin-esque novel called "Dawn of Desire." I remember clearly as a 1o year old watching my mother type away on this huge manual type writer with stacks of paper all over the dining room table. One publisher was interested, but informed my mother and grandmother that there was already a trashy sex novel called "Dawn of Desire." The publisher also suggested that they needed to re-write some chapters. I don't remember any writing after that.
My father can write very well, but only does so every now and then. For example, when he has inspiring words for his daughter away at college, in a poem about his love for his youngest daughter, or in calm responses to his brother's moronic and frequent hate mail that outlines how everyone in the family, except him, sucks.
But my sister, she's truly a writer. She's the reason I'm even starting this blog, because hey, I want to be cool, too. I want to have a cool blog with genius commentary. So, let's not talk about her.
The first thing you're faced with when beginning your blog is its title. It took about 1.3 seconds to chose "Gin and Soda" because, well, I drink a lot of gin and soda. No, not tonic. Too sweet. Blogs usually have a theme, a purpose behind the entries...like politics, or travel, or some other pertinent topic that results in dramatic entries that inspire and teach. I'm pretty inspired by happy hour. So, I figure my entries will center around the people and happenings of happy hours that I attend in Fort Worth, Texas. Stay tuned, I'm going to one in six hours.
My mother and grandmother tried to be writers once, producing a seedy Harlequin-esque novel called "Dawn of Desire." I remember clearly as a 1o year old watching my mother type away on this huge manual type writer with stacks of paper all over the dining room table. One publisher was interested, but informed my mother and grandmother that there was already a trashy sex novel called "Dawn of Desire." The publisher also suggested that they needed to re-write some chapters. I don't remember any writing after that.
My father can write very well, but only does so every now and then. For example, when he has inspiring words for his daughter away at college, in a poem about his love for his youngest daughter, or in calm responses to his brother's moronic and frequent hate mail that outlines how everyone in the family, except him, sucks.
But my sister, she's truly a writer. She's the reason I'm even starting this blog, because hey, I want to be cool, too. I want to have a cool blog with genius commentary. So, let's not talk about her.
The first thing you're faced with when beginning your blog is its title. It took about 1.3 seconds to chose "Gin and Soda" because, well, I drink a lot of gin and soda. No, not tonic. Too sweet. Blogs usually have a theme, a purpose behind the entries...like politics, or travel, or some other pertinent topic that results in dramatic entries that inspire and teach. I'm pretty inspired by happy hour. So, I figure my entries will center around the people and happenings of happy hours that I attend in Fort Worth, Texas. Stay tuned, I'm going to one in six hours.
