Mind Body Mama: Half Drunk and in My Pajamas
Taped onto my monitor is this quote from Ellen Snortland: “There is no wasted writing.”
When Sweetiebabyhoneylicious first noticed it she deadpanned, “But there is writing when you’re wasted.”
My new best virtual friends Jen and Sarah think this is a good thing. That’s why they’ve created the Half Drunk Challenge. And I’m in. I’m all in.
Don’t think this means I’ll be drinking this week. I already toasted Sarah’s innaugural post with a finger of Drambue with my hot bath last night. I was asleep before 9pm and woke up at 3am with a headache.
As one of my favorite ninety-year-olds likes to say, “That’s enough of that.”
So what is Half Drunk about if it’s not about drinking?
It’s about lowered inhibitions achieved by any means necessary. It’s about writing something that frightens you. It’s about saying something that surprises you. It’s about risk.
(You do remember that MBA Mama calls me, "the most risk averse person I’ve ever met”, right?)
I’ve got topics for Half Drunk. Right here on an index card. Ideas that have been gathering dust in my writing notebook for weeks or months because I’m too chickenshit to give them a go.
The time is now.
And I’m going to try to do Half Drunk one better: I’m going to post every day this week. That’s truly drunken behavior for me. Given that it’s only three weeks before Christmas and the gift factory is up and running on my dining room table. Given that I have clients starting at 6am some days. Given that I am still trying to find my clean underpants after our weekend in Boston, Thanksgiving, and unexpected funeral-type travel.
It’s going to be my secret tryout for NaBloPoMo. I hate to fail at things. (See above, “risk averse.”) So I’m giving myself a soft entry. Call it NaBloPoWe. Or LMWBloPoWe. Or don’t call it anything at all. Just drop in and see how I’m doing. And check out my friends Jen and Sarah while you’re at it.
Ten more points for the first one to catch the lame-ass literary reference. Jender is out in front, people.
Props to BirthPie for the term Gift Factory.
When Sweetiebabyhoneylicious first noticed it she deadpanned, “But there is writing when you’re wasted.”
My new best virtual friends Jen and Sarah think this is a good thing. That’s why they’ve created the Half Drunk Challenge. And I’m in. I’m all in.
Don’t think this means I’ll be drinking this week. I already toasted Sarah’s innaugural post with a finger of Drambue with my hot bath last night. I was asleep before 9pm and woke up at 3am with a headache.
As one of my favorite ninety-year-olds likes to say, “That’s enough of that.”
So what is Half Drunk about if it’s not about drinking?
It’s about lowered inhibitions achieved by any means necessary. It’s about writing something that frightens you. It’s about saying something that surprises you. It’s about risk.
(You do remember that MBA Mama calls me, "the most risk averse person I’ve ever met”, right?)
I’ve got topics for Half Drunk. Right here on an index card. Ideas that have been gathering dust in my writing notebook for weeks or months because I’m too chickenshit to give them a go.
The time is now.
And I’m going to try to do Half Drunk one better: I’m going to post every day this week. That’s truly drunken behavior for me. Given that it’s only three weeks before Christmas and the gift factory is up and running on my dining room table. Given that I have clients starting at 6am some days. Given that I am still trying to find my clean underpants after our weekend in Boston, Thanksgiving, and unexpected funeral-type travel.
It’s going to be my secret tryout for NaBloPoMo. I hate to fail at things. (See above, “risk averse.”) So I’m giving myself a soft entry. Call it NaBloPoWe. Or LMWBloPoWe. Or don’t call it anything at all. Just drop in and see how I’m doing. And check out my friends Jen and Sarah while you’re at it.
Ten more points for the first one to catch the lame-ass literary reference. Jender is out in front, people.
Props to BirthPie for the term Gift Factory.
Labels: Birth Pie, contest, Ellen Snortland, Momalom, NaBloPoMo, underpants
posted by Lynne Marie Wanamaker at
7:45 PM
4 Comments:
I hate to fail at things too. I am a shred risk averse too. I am toying with the idea of participating in this literary debauchery. I think reading this might have pushed me towards a go. If you can do a "drunken" post everyday this week, I can surely do one.
Happy to have found your blog!
You had me at "godless communist lesbian." Ahh... refreshing perspectives and humor.
Forget clean underwear. Even in Boston. Overrated.
Forget control. (Even near Boston.) Overrated.
I originally thought we had to post at least partially drunk EVERY day to qualify (sort of like the five-for-ten), so I was relieved that "lowered inhibition" writing was the general idea (though I've sort of been lowering those inhibitions from the beginning and more and more, and being far too close to the ground already while simultaneously trying to dig my way (fruitlessly) out of a well) - perhaps alcohol will raise my inhibitions)... (sleep-deprived rambling, my apologies).
Netting things out:
Ever read Natalie Goldberg, her little gem "Writing down the bones?"
Terrific book. It gives you permission to "practice" writing. All the time. Everywhere. Anywhere. (Even here.)
Looking forward to your dipped fingertipsy post.
I, like Aidan, will be participating with in this post all week thing (challenge?). I hate failing, so this will keep me in line!
Well, I do drink and have the thoughts in my mind - egged on by a friend here locally - as to what I may write about. I will have to have a few glasses of something, most likely, to get it all out.
On the other hand, #5 just texted me and I may go write about him right NOW.
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