I have always dreamed of being a author.
To be like Danielle Steel. To have a lot of cash. A big house.
And write a million books.
To go to author signings.
To be popular.
I don’t know why I remembered this today, but I did.
Kind of scary isn’t it? Not in a bad way, but in a good way.
What is your author dream?
This is what I want to do in 2025.
To be more of writing self.
Dear Mr President,
Why I am garbage?
This question has been running around in my head for the last two days.
Is it because I have my own mind and I can make up my own mind who I want to vote for?
Is it because you think my self esteem is low and if you call me garbage I will be feel bad and vote for her?
Is it because the democrats are losing and you’re pissed?
Is it because I would love to read a mean tweet right now?
Is it because I don’t believe that she is going to change everything you created?
Is it because we need a businessman to run this country instead of a career politician?
Is it because you put me in a box and assume I am like the millions of other Trump voters?
Is it because you fail to remember that words hurt?
Is it because I want things to go back to way things were 4 years ago?
I am not garbage, Mr. President.
I am capable, smart, knowledgeable, loving, fearless, nice, and many other positive things.
Not garbage.
Remember in the 2016 race when Hillary called Trump supporters deplorables?
She LOST the race.
I truly belive that when that bullet grazed President Trump’s ear and he stood up and pumped his fist God was of showing us our next President.
We will see on Tuesday if enough garbage comes out to win the race.
I think they will.
Until then I am proud to be garbage and I am proud to be voting for Trump.
Sincerely,
Chrisinte “Garbage” Te Stroete
This is my word for September.
What is yours?
Imagine this:
You are on the monorail in Vegas and for a 10 seconds you think you see your first love.
What if it was him? What if he is single?
The car is full and you can’t get out of the car on time to find him. He gets lost in a crowd.
He is in Vegas. For days you search for him, stalking him on facebook, but you are always too late and don’t find him.
I don’t know the end…..
This romance has been dancing around in my head for the last couple of years. My husband and I go to Vegas a couple of times a year and I always think about it when I am there.
That’s all it has been is an idea.
We are going to Vegas in a couple of weeks. At work I walk around Vegas in my head weeks before we leave. I don’t know why.
Three weeks ago at work the novel took on a life of its own. The characters came to life. I know the beginning, middle and end. Its been dancing around in my head and I’ve been the answering the call..
This is what I have been working on. I take notes at work because this is the time they talk to me.
I’ve started to write chapters in a notebook. Not full chapters but what my characters want me to know now.
I will continue to update you on the progress I make.
I’m really enjoying working on this.
Six months ago I said I was going to start writing posts for this blog again.
I didn’t.
I have a list of blog posts that are half done or just ideas that I never followed through on.
I did think about what I wanted to write.
I just didn’t write posts.
This is where I am going to start today, August 4th, 2024.
Yeah right you say and I tell myself.
I can’t say I blame you.
I am embarrassed that I didn’t follow through. That I didn’t put through any effort. That I didn’t make it happen.
Honestly I am going to try again.
I’m scared. Scared to let people know my dreams. Scared of becoming who I have dreamed of becoming forever. Scared of being laughed at.
I have to work through these fears and put myself out there.
Because if I don’t l my dreams won’t come true.
And I want them to come true.
See ya soon.
I promise.
In 2024 I want to figure out where I’m fucked up and how to fix it.
Sorry for the language, but I think it fits.
I need to be a little stern with myself. I want this year to be the year I figure out my writing self.
I’ve tried the last couple of years, but I never completed the task.
That’s another problem. I don’t finish things.
I don’t.
I need to figure this out too.
Oh well. At least I have a starting point.
Happy 2024!
Did you know that there are:
53 Mondays
53 Tuesdays
52 Wednesdays
52 Thurdays
52 Fridays
52 Saturdays
52 Sundays
In 2024?
I would like to make a difference with my writing with my days.
I would like to help people.
I would like to become more of myself.
What are you going to do with your days?
Happy New Year!
Did you know that in 2024 there are:
53 Mondays
53 Tuesdays
52 Wednesdays
52 Thursdays
52 Fridays
52 Saturdays
52 Sundays
I never thought about this before.
My question to myself is:
What am I going to do with my days?
I’m not sure.
I realize they are a gift.
I am going to use them wisely and try not to waste them.
I’m looking at 2024 differetly and I am going to try to live my days differently.
I’ll let you know how I do this throughout the year.
Happy New Year!
Christine Ann Te Stroete 