Just a whatever day...

It’s one of those days. I look and feel cute, so I must be out. I feel like the novel of my life has not had a page turner event, so I must be out living life around people, so that I allow this to happen. The moment this actually begins to happen, I shut myself in.

I go from coffee shop to coffee shop to set the stage for my protagonist.

It’s one of those days where I don’t feel like there is enough time. I have forgotten my own imaginary ted talks regarding the power of every minute. Whatever I have does not seem like it is enough to me today. 

So, this blog post attempts to acknowledge just that. I also want to admit that if the story of my life, and this day in particular, can be part of a novel that I am the protagonist of, the uniqueness in this novel would be that the protagonist goes around thinking she IS the protagonist. When does that ever happen? Even Will Ferrell doesn’t guess that he is the protagonist of a book in the movie Stranger than Fiction. 

I, however, go around, being a writer and the protagonist , while trying to live as authentic a life as possible. 

So, I don’t know what to day with just an uneventful day in my life. I must write a page on it! Make an event out of it – how would this show up in a novel?

The protagonist ends up doing nothing on this day because she goes around hoping for an adventure in her life. Maybe she’ll meet someone new, someone old, maybe she’ll have a killer realization, maybe she will accomplish an important goal -- an event that could make her novel more interesting, but instead nothing extraordinary seems to happen, plus she misses her routine goals, and then just tries to make a blog post out of it to meet the authenticity goal at the very least, while claiming event status for the lack of an event.

P.S. I've made so many events of my life that there are many more people needed to live this one life. And that still probably not going to stop me.