A Rant and a Pep Talk

My most confused point about blogging—each post is an independent first draft. The posts make up the blog, which as a whole evolves the message, voice and point of view. An ideology of fast ideation to achieve growth verses methodical revision to produce growth.

It seems no one likes to stop and think anymore. Blogging and Tweeting are designed to bypass the distinguished filters of an editorial process. Don’t wait to get it right—post it and let the people tell you what’s wrong with it.

Having the ability to post and share whenever we want has unleashed an unnerving peer-and-industry-pressured impulse to share our thoughts as soon as we think them, even if they are not complete thoughts but blurts of an emotion.

If I had a nickel for every time someone has publicly apologized for something they tweeted (because the tweet was misunderstood or just a fucked up and unnecessary thing to say), I would have a whole lotta nickels. If those same people had to wait 24-thought-processing hours before sharing on social media, I bet one of two things would happen:

They would clarify their thought and avoid being misinterpreted or misunderstood. (An editorial process.)

OR

They would forget about the mundane, inconsequential thought that they just had to share because they have moved on with their lives (instead tracking the thought through likes, shares, follows, retweets and comments written just as impulsively).

Blogging is definitely not as impulsive as tweeting.

This is all to say that I need to worry about perfection less and start sharing more—fast ideation to achieve growth. If I’m right, and I am a good writer, that will shine through even if they are not the most polished posts.

It will be scary, like practicing in front of an audience. Maybe if I imagined you in your underwear…

 

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How To Be a [Reading, Writing, Working, Loving, Healthy] Woman

That’s the book I am currently reading. How to be a Woman by Caitlin Moran.

I see your question, Caitlin, and I raise you, “How to be a woman writing a book while working full time at a desk job and in a long-distance relationship.”

I’m about a third through the book and only now has she poked the subjects of career and love. (The first 100 pages were dedicated more to what makes a woman, rather than how to be one—periods, vaginas and tits.) So perhaps some pearls of womanly wisdom are just a few page flips away. (That said, I am enjoying the book. Moran is a fluid and fun storyteller, despite the fact that periods are gross.)

But now I am distracted from reading. I am cursing myself for not yet posting in August (It’s already the 6th! gasp!)—It is a constant mental note to not be too hard on myself, You just started this blogging thing. Give it time to take shape and prove it’s worth as both an accountably and marketing tool. Rome wasn’t built in a day, Charlotte. Just keep at it. You’ll see…

“Will I?!” In-my-head-Charlotte, “Will I see?”

And then she says, Time will tell. Which ends the conversation, because she’s right.

Time WILL tell. It always does.

Time will tell if my efforts amount to anything. If my labor ripens into sweet, juicy fruits that everyone will want to bite into and then tell their friends and family about.

If I imagine my book as one of the great pyramids, I’m still building the first level of bricks. But each of those bricks is THE most important brick to the brick that lay on top of it. Jenga had no place in ancient Egypt.

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Mankaure’s (Mykerinus) Pyramid. Photo credit: walkingwithawareness.com

So I keep moving forward… Since my last posting, when I proclaimed, NO MORE TV!, a lot has happened! …a hell of a lot more than what was happening while I watched TV.

I am continuing to make changes in my daily routine to open more opportunities for me to be productive. Last month’s experiments (now the control) were revising my morning commute and quitting TV. This month, I’m focused on improving my reading rate—exploring e-book and audio books—and thus expanding my reading list.

I also, starting today, put my gym membership on hold. The new plan is to do yoga 3-5 days a week in my bedroom, saving me the time and, perhaps even more importantly, the energy of shlepping around San Francisco with my backpack full of books after a long day at the office.

So is that the answer then? How to be a woman with a big dream, a time-consuming job and inter-personal responsibilities and desires?—Brick by brick. Does that even make sense? 

Perhaps Caitlin Moran will explain it better. I should get back reading. Clearly, I have a lot to learn.

“Aren’t You Too Young to be Writing a Memoir?”

My book. Both the bane and spark* of my existence. It is so big. And now my Inner Judgmentalstein* and tired mind tempt me with thoughts of giving up—I am not stuck anymore!

I am unstuck from being financially dependent on my parents.

Unstuck from long winter months of being cold and grumpy.

Unstuck from being so lonely and exhausted, my journals seeming to be my only source of emotional support in the world.

I live in California now! I earn enough money to pay my rent, go on vacation with people who love and support me, and buy new outfits for the occasion.

Going back to labor over my past life now seems…unnecessary? retroactive? 

This thought process confuses me. I am in a new city. Beautiful. Infinite*. Sunday afternoon 3 p.m. It is a chilly but sunny day in San Francisco. However, instead of living, experiencing here, I am at home on my computer, working to conquer my Everest.

Hush, Inner Judgmentalstein.

Too young to write a memoir? Am I not supposed to have learned anything from the last phase of my life?

I wrote my twenties as I lived them—through journal entries, essays and resonating quotes. I have my evolving personality snapshotted through time. I have exact moments captured that I would have never remembered with such authentic emotion, if I even remembered them at all.

I want to share what I have learned to help other people. I am moving forward. I write on.

So how is my book unique? This blog is to help me construct, catalog and organize those ideas into a professional and effective book proposal. Today I have three concepts that speak to the uniqueness of Let Me Out I’m Stuck.

(1.) Structure. The first-person, present tense plot line will unfold through various writing styles, including journal entries, creative essays and scenes with dialogue that work together to create a three-hundred-sixty-degree window into my young adult persona. 

(2.) Tone. It’s funny. I’m funny. Exercises of candor and wit, I tell it like it is. Or at least how I saw it. I believe people will laugh out loud when they read my book. They will also cringe and cry as they connect to the raw, honest emotions of vanity, helplessness and perseverance.

(3.) Timing. Let Me Out I’m Stuck presents a historical account moving to New York City as an aspiring writer in 2007 and being on the front lines as the Digital Revolution changed the way we communicate (and the publishing industry). From flip phones and Facebook going public to iPods, iPads and iPhones, I share a vivid and analytical perspective of the digital shifts in both my personal and professional worlds.

No. I am not too young to write a memoir. Perhaps I was too distracted. But that is changing now.