Saturday, April 17, 2010

Meet Mofsi

I would like to introduce you to an insecure, heavy around the middle, not so much an ugly duckling (but one quack away) mother of five...that is convinced she's a Supermodel inside! Call her Mofsi for short. She is me and I am her, though we might refer to each other as the "other one!" This will be necessary for blaming and embarrassing each other. It's a Beyonce sort of thing. "Sasha Fierce" is her alter ego so that she can dance and be a diva, though she tries to convince you that she is nothing like Sasha! What it comes down to is not owning up to who you are and things you don't want people to know you have done, are doing, or want to do! Everyone follow? It's a messed up world and that's where I come in I am Starla. My passion is writing, my obsession is writing, after pushing my kids out the window during a fire, my writing books would come next....I am sure Steve (my husband) can take care of himself; if not the kids and I get to go on a vacation with the money from his estate. Oh, wait there is none! Okay so I would become a single mom. So I guess in the instance of a fire, I would save the kids, the husband, the writing books and then the dog (this is subject to change as soon as he does, and convinces me he is worth saving sooner)! I own over 130 books on how to write. How many have I written? A big fat 0, the conclusion I have come to is that all the writing books are the same but I just know that there is one out there that will speak to me and say exactly what I need to hear to start the "Great American Novel." What they all have in common is that they tell me to write, but I don't, cause I am a chicken...ask my husband! The only thing I have managed to accomplish is making the career choices for my daughters, they want to be writers....hopefully they won't watch and learn from me! When I thought of writing this blog, everything inside me shut down, I wasn't even sure I could spell my own name, I wanted to vomit....nerves and sweats overcame me and I thought to myself. I'll do it tomorrow.