If you were a child of the 80's you might remember the Tootsie Pop commercials..
"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop??" Asked the deep voiced narrator.
"The world may never know." Was his own dramatic response.
When I get an idea for a blog post I see myself a bit like the wise owl. Me, sitting on my perch in blog land with a fancy hat (ok, really I'm sitting in a broken IKEA chair, wearing Sponge Bob pajama pants and a child's knitted cap) thinking myself very clever.
I sit down to write with the very best intellectual intentions..
I will for once in my life make no spelling errors.
I will spell alot the correct way, a lot. Figure out the whole you're vs. your thing.
I won't use too many dot dot dots (......)
And I will re read the dang post like 55 MILLION times to make sure that it actually makes sense..you know..flows and all.
Then I start licking, I mean writing.
It feels good. It makes my heart beat faster, my fingers fly over the slick Mac keyboard and I unload a pretty big piece of my soul.
By the end I really could care less about how many licks it's going to take, I just want to get to that sweet chocolaty middle.
Hitting the publish post button.
I try and correct it, really I do. I have good intentions. I'm a pretty smart lady. After I have read it over 5 thousand times, all the words starttoruntogether and I'm just so so so focused on the prize in the middle, everything else does not matter.
So please dear reader (and any book publishers out there), forgive my grammar/spelling/use of not real words and too many dot dot dot (...) errors.
You think the wise owl was impatient?
I like to think of him as a creative genius that would not be held back by a sticky sweet jailer.