I wanted to write

There have been so many things I’ve wanted to write, so many things I’ve wanted to share. I saw a lot of good movies, read a LOT of books, and wanted to share so much.

But there’s never enough time. I plan things in my head, what will I write in my blog? I’ll start it like this, with this sentence. I’ll conclude with this. I’ll add this funny anecdote.

But there’s never enough time.

And now here I am, staring at a blank screen, with nothing to say.

I wanted to write about books, how I have been a reading spree. I can’t even keep them updated in my side list. I read all His Dark Materials (yay Golden Compass!) again, a whole bunch of Lemony Snicket (I’m at The End), and a bunch of other good things.

I wanted to write about friends, how I feel like I have made a few new ones this year, and I feel like I’m in a good place right now.

I wanted to write about movies, and how Dan in Real Life is my new Little Miss Sunshine.

I wanted to write about T.V., and how much I love Chuck and miss Veronica. And how Joss Whedon has a NEW SHOW coming out (whoo hoo!). And about this crazy strike that's happening.

But most especially, I wanted to write about my family. It's been on my mind a lot lately. I even started several drafts.

I started to write about what my family means to me. I started to write about my brother’s gig, and how proud I am of him. I started to write about my niece and nephews and how they are getting so big and old and getting to be real people. I started to write about my siblings, and how they doing all these amazing things; running marathons, raising kids. But it all sounded so fake and phony, and didn’t express the wonderfulness of my family, and how proud I am to be one of them.

I wanted to write so much.

So this is what I came up with.

Maybe next time I won't wait so long to write.