I figured that I would use a post to put the pictures from the men’s bathroom. I made my hubby send them to me so I could post them. 🙂 I love the “naked” woman picture. My hubby loves me so much, thank goodness, and doesn’t mind chasing my whimsy.
I love interesting bathrooms. Last weekend, my dh and I went on a motorcycle ride. When we reached our destination, I had to use the facilities. Imagine my joy when I saw these! It was so bad, I even sent my hubby to take pictures of the men’s bathrooms. Maybe my book should be about all of the cool bathrooms in the world. Or maybe that is just where it should be set: A long time ago, in a bathroom far, far away. 😀
I just had to be melodramatic for the title of my first post. I am hoping that this helps me to break the block that has kept me stuck for so long. I figure that the only way to get back to writing is to actually do it. No excuses. There are so many things that I want to write about. The ideas in my head that bubble around are pushing each other about.
I would like to write some fiction. I think that I could write something for young adults that they would really like. The key is to have an idea that is unique and yet interesting. That is where my problem lies. I have read so many books that I really don’t know which ideas are mine and which ideas are other people’s. It is a little bit crazy!
Someone suggested to me that I write about my life. I don’t think that is fodder for a good story. Perhaps that is just my insecurity talking. Maybe my life is infinitely more interesting than everyone else’s because of its utter normalcy. Maybe my life is normal only to me and to others it is astounding. Nah.
Well, this is too weird. I feel like I am being completely self-centered in writing so much about myself. I guess that is what you are supposed to do when you blog. It’s going to take getting used to.