New Blog Title
Some of you (I'm really mostly talking to the crickets, here) may have noticed the name change on the blog from Aspiring Scheherazade to the new title, Dead Ringer for a Real Life. The change is multi-reasonal. Ha, I just made that word up, and I like it.
First, and mostly, I think it reflects me, my writing and the point of this blog more accurately. Aspiring Scheherazade doesn't really do it for this group of random observations and hey-we-had-a-great-time-on-this-trip entries. So I retitled accordingly.
Second... and yeah, this may be blasphemy, but... fuck Scheherazade. She had all day and all night to come up with stories. Her only jobs were staying alive, coming up with stories, and eating all the ritzy palace food she could stuff into her gob. I love the romantic concept of holding someone spellbound for a thousand and one nights because you're so adept at telling stories, but I can't be that person right now because of the rest of my life. Every time I saw the old title I felt silly and as if I was making claims I couldn't live up to. I work 55-60 hours a week, so I write when I have time. Which is almost never. So I give up sleep to write. At this point I think I'd give up breathing to write. Because it's what I do. It's what I am. And a storyteller... it's what I want to be until I die.
Fuck "Aspiring". Aspiring means nothing. Are you or aren't you? Do or do not, there is no try, bitches.