Things Sex and the City taught me

Inspiration comes in all shapes and forms. From different areas of your life or maybe from a song. It strikes in the most unlikely places. My latest bout of inspiration comes from a show I watched every single Sunday night. Sex and the City. Not the TBS reruns that cut out the 'sex' part of the show, but the raw, gritty, HBO version.

I was such a fan that I even had a poster hanging in the living room. Thankfully my roommates were fans too so they didn't mind.

I was a Charlotte but that doesn't mean that I didn't learn a few things from the other ladies. Here are just a few things that Sex and the City taught me.

And those are just a few. Honestly, the show was about so much more than "sex and the city". It was about friendships and love and really good clothes. It was a calling for all women in the early 2000's.

I have a notebook I carry around with me everywhere. Small enough to fit in my purse so it doesn't bulk things up. In this notebook I keep all of my notes on plots that over take my brain. Currently, I have four plots brewing. This weekend I added a fifth. And what, you ask, does this have to do with what Sex and the City taught me? Everything. My latest plot is something Carrie Bradshaw said on the show that I found so profound, and so very, very true. What is it? Well now that I can't tell you. It would totally give away what I want to write. But needless to say, it's something that she said that has stuck with me- something that over time, has taken on a whole other meaning for me.

Like Diego, I keep my handy dandy notebook close by to write down bouts of inspiration and this latest idea is already taking up several pages. I'm excited about this story. It's in the early stages and it'll probably be six more months before I actually sit down to write anything that resembles a story, but it's there. Of course, the unedited story currently on my laptop, waiting patiently to be worked on, still hasn't been touched. But it will. I mean, if an erotic fanfiction story can generate a seven figure payout, who's to say I can't generate at least my name in print?

And one last thing. Although, Sex and the City with all of it's Carrie Bradshawisms were profound and full of depth for a single woman, the most important thing I think we all learned from the show was that it's never okay to break up with someone via a post it. Ever.

All of the cute and fluffy bunnies of the world

I might have mentioned once or twice how I wrote this book. And that this book has been in the hands of someone who has read and provided feedback, corrected my misuse of the comma, and made little red marks all over my word doc. Well, this book is now back in my hands and they are shaking.

Why? They're my words. I've read them. Hell, I wrote them. I know what they say. So why am I so nervous and hesitant to begin edits?

I've decided to take it a chapter a day. Every day I will make notes and edit a chapter. It'll take about a month to do this, but I think it'll be the best for me. This way I'm not burned out reading my own story and I can give myself a break from reading one thing to the next. Does that make sense? It doesn't matter. It's my own little system that I've devised.

And on top of editing this book, there is the other issue of plot bunnies invading my brain. They start off all cute and cuddly.

Aww! Look at the bunnies in the coffee cups! Makes you want to pick them up and cuddle them so close their little noses keep moving a mile a minute.

So sure, they're all cute right now. Like a fresh new idea that is so amazing it smells like a brand new car. Until...

They look like this.

And you know something is going on. They're corralling you, mocking you; roping you into their idea. Singing happy songs that make you want to drop everything and start focusing on this one little idea. It's like they know you have other things you need to be doing, but they don't care, because behind your back, they're doing this...

Laughing at you for dropping everything to focus on pretty pictures and form ideas so that you write pages and pages of notes. And when you've written your notes and played nice with the bunnies, you take matters back into your own hands.

HAHAHAHA!

While I appreciate the bunnies stopping by the play, I need them to leave when it's their time to go. And now that I have my story back and it needs editing, I need the bunnies to move along. I humored them. I wrote down the idea they helped me plot. But now? It's best to move along and multiply in someone else's head.