Past midnight, but musing all the same
I decided to start a blog for many reasons, but mainly because I am awake a lot in the wee hours of the morning and figured this was a great way to get the thoughts running around in my head, out. I don’t have facts to back this up, but there’s got to be quite a few other bloggers out there that start this way too. The thoughts aren’t what originally wake me, it’s our baby who is having trouble sleeping by himself. I snuggle in with him around 8 pm and usually fall asleep. I’ve never been the type to go to bed early and find myself waking up around midnight not tired and bored. Then I’ll run through the day’s events in my head or get out of bed to read. But I wanted to try something new. I’m not a writer nor aspired to be one, so this would be the perfect challenge. I’m a first generation immigrant. How many first gen immigrants aspire to be writers? More importantly, how many parents of first gens push their kids to be writers, especially when English, choice language of the U.S.A., is not their first language? My parents wanted me to be a pharmacist. Why? The obvious reasons, it makes decent money, has 9-5 hours and it would be easy to get a job. Who knew my parents dreams were foretelling of the 21st century where there’s a drug to cure practically anything (that damn cold though does seem to allude the medical world still!). Need an erection? No problem. Want more hair? Here’s a tonic. Feel pain? Never again. So, I’ll write my thoughts down in the hopes that at the end of the day, my writing improves. Fingers are crossed.
