Writing Ginger

Okay so I have this idea that I am going to write a book and would very much like to share my ideas with the cyber world but at the same time am overly paranoid that someone is going to steal my ideas and write their own book that would then end up being cooler than mine,which...needless to say, is unacceptable. So yeah, I have this book I am writing about this guy, who goes to this place and does these cool things and it going to be really interesting, if I can finish it. Writing a book has been one of the many wonderful ideas i have had over the years that i keep trying at and then just not completing. It is much like going to the gym; I start out with all the right intentions and then just get bored/ stop being interested in it. I have started at least 30 books. I am an awesome book starter, I can start a book like no ones business, but lets be honest with ourselves, no one reads a book and then goes out to tell their friends and family how awesome the beginning was. So i am hoping that this one will stick and if it doesn't I guess that is just one more book down between me and the book I will finally complete.
On a randomly switching topics note, Jimmy (of the Jimmy from a couple of posts down) is being quite the confusing butthead again lately. We left off in this little story with Jimmy and Jane deciding that dating right now would not be the best thing and that they would remain friends who flirted an inappropriate amount for exes and that it was cool to see other people as long as they were up front about each other with it. Well Jimmy kept his end of the deal and was up front about it when he began seeing...Jill. Jill and Jimmy mostly just make out all the time but it is driving Jane nuts. Jane is well aware that Jimmy isn't really doing anything wrong and that this is sorta what she signed up for but that doesn't mean she can't be a little pissy about it. The funny thing is, is that even if Jimmy dropped Jill on her ass right now and went to Jane and told her she was the one for him and that he wanted her and only her, Jane would freak out and not want to date Jimmy. Jane is weird.
On another note that is going to be the last note because Jane...I mean I am getting tired, Celtic festivals are not the place to meet your future husband. I found this out the hard way by attending one the other day. I had hoped, like any self respecting Irish Catholic, that I would go to the Celtic festival and be swept off my feet by a big burly Scots and or Irish man, and that he would have red hair an accent and be wearing a kilt. Then he would sweep me off his feet and take me to Ireland/ Scotland and we would be married on a cliff with a bunch of bagpipers, and all the men wearing kilts. This, unfortunately, did not happen. I dragged my best friend Megan along and we parked in the elementary school lot and drove a bus with a bunch of older ladies to the fair grounds. Here we paid $15 to get in and promptly got our shoes stuck in the mud because it had been raining earlier that day. As we walked around the fair grounds in the scorching heat and sticky mud, the perimeter was surrounded by white tents loudly proclaiming the histories of the families that inhabited them. Near the back end of the festival was the highland games. Surely here I would find my kilt wearing, caber tossing future husband! But alas no, many a man where wearing the kilt but most of them hailed from the casinoed shores of Detroit, not the blarney hills of Scotland. Needless to say i left the Celtic festival with no husband but a much heightened pride of the exactly 1/16th Irish blood that flows through my veins. All in all I would say it was a positive experience and I plan on continuing my search next year. May all your clovers be green.

~The Singing Ginger