The Problem With Susan

So, I'm supposed to be writing a book. Nothing major; just one of those things to do on my Bucket List. I don't have delusions of greatness. I don't expect to be the next JK Rowling. Just for fun. To see if I can actually do it. I like to think of myself as a creative person. I'm capable, but lazy... and those two things combined are a son of a bitch. I dabble in a lot of everything and have mastered nothing. I don't want to say I lose interest.. I just get interested in other things too.

I know. I suck. Complicated and all that.

The Problem With Miranda started a long time ago as an idea for a story I thought to write with my friend. We didn't write it. In fact, I never even mentioned the idea because I was having so much fun writing the entire story in my head. The problem with that is that now, years later? I can't remember it. So I'm starting from square one, with the basic idea in place, but none of the particulars planned out.

I should call it The Problem with Susan. In fact, that's the name of this post; the first of probably many in my writing journal.

And here begins the first of many To do lists I probably won't complete in a timely manner.


THE LIST

One: Brush up on my grammar. I know the basics. Too, to, two. Than/then. They're, their, there. I got that. Semicolons? What? When? Who? Look it up. I hate you semicolons. It's a new development. Considering I've used some already in this post, I can wager that their presense is probably wrong. I tried. We'll see how it goes.

Two: Name the main characters for fucks sake. You can at least do that much in the cloud of laziness you lounge in. It's not hard. Miranda, there's one. Good. Now a last name. It's not rocket science. Done.

Three: To outline, or not to outline. That is the question. Eh, I say screw it. Have a basic idea, but don't be scared to go off on a tangent. We're not writing for Queen Elizabeth. But just in case, maybe I'll throw in a Corgi in her honor. It will wear pearls. We'll name it Mum. Done.