I was thinking about Facebook and Twitter today, and I realized that lately my writing consists of 1-2 sentences at a time. And with Fbook, these sentence-long blips are in the third-person. As in 'Samantha is blogging about twittering'.
So to be honest, it's a bit of a challenge to face that big white screen and start writing on my blog again. I think that's where my storyteller nature is going to help kick-start the writing. My parents always told my sister and I stories when we were growing up. Stories about their childhood, stories about their family and friends, stories about my sister and I.
My dad always told great stories about hanging out on the boardwalk in Coney Island with his friends, getting into trouble. Hmmm, must have gotten my troublemaker streak from him. Alot of the stories he told me I still tell to my friends. How he broke his nose 4 times (yes, 4 times!). One nose break was when he was walking really fast with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and he tripped. His jeans were so tight he couldn't get his hands out fast enough, and fell flat on his face. I used to go ice skating all the time when I was younger, and he never wanted me to skate with my hands in my pockets for fear I had inherited the nose-breaking gene. (I haven't so far, knock on wood).
My mom told stories about hiding grass snakes in the root vegetable bin at her parent's house and scaring her babysitter. She also told a fair amount of stories about climbing out of her bedroom window when she was a teenager. Boy, both of my parents were troublemakers! Hey, at least I never climbed out of my bedroom window.. way too high, I would have fallen in the front hedges. Ouch.
Plenty of the stories I still tell are from when I was growing up, like the time when my best friend Andy and I decided to have root beer floats. We walked from school to my house, and grabbed the half gallon of vanilla ice cream that was in the freezer. Then we walked to his house, and he had me pay him 10 cents for a 2 liter bottle of root beer. We proceeded to consume way more root beer floats than a person should consume in a sitting, and as I recall neither one of us was sick. I love the fact that I supplied the ice cream and I paid him for the soda. Andy, always an entrepreneur.
And while I always tell stories, I chose to study poetry when I was in college. Being a wordy person (if you've ever gotten a voicemail from me you know what I'm talking about), I have always liked how poetry can express so much in so few words. Which, interestingly enough, brings me right back to Twitter. Expressing myself in short bursts, as opposed to novel-length stories.
Anywho, I'm looking forward to writing more. I've been going through my occasional existential crisis about what I want to be when I grow up, and I think writing will help me find my own voice again. I've also been doing a huge amount of baking the past few days, which also really helps center me. But boy, I have too many treats at home now. Better give some of it away!
As some of you know, I've applied to be a delegate, representing my state and Barack at the 2008 DNC Convention in Denver. The caucus is tonight, and I'm getting myself ready by listening to speeches and songs. Wish me luck!