My first typewriter, circa 1978
My name is Jen and I’m a thirty-ish year old writer without a writing job. I live in Omaha, Nebraska; people say this is the Heartland, but I’m not really sure anybody knows what that means – I don’t. I know people think we’re all hicks out here, but let me state for the record: I’ve never driven or ridden a tractor, milked a cow or made out with a relative. However, I didn’t see an ocean until I was 27 years old (so I am a bit of a hick, I guess).
I have two beautiful kids (more on them later), a dashing husband (you don’t hear that word a lot and it makes me a little sad), a dog (not the brightest of his species) and a mortgage (refinance: 1). I’m a work-from-home mom who is on the verge of trying something new (again, more on that later). And yes, I am clumsy. I fall up stairs almost daily, I fall off chairs, out of bed and once I even fell off of a curb and broke my foot. A curb. Not a mountain or a horse. A bright yellow, 4” high piece of cement.
I used to think my life was boring, but I’ve realized boring might be a good thing. I think most people have boring lives, so maybe we can all relate better to each other if we quit pretending that we’re all so fabulously interesting. We’re not. Unless you really are, then you should consider an autobiography and hire me as your ghostwriter.
I studied writing in college; I even received an official looking piece of paper that says I know how to write creatively. That little piece of paper with the fancy gold foil sticker has not helped me much in real life (sorry mom & dad). The writing was put on hold so I could get a non-writing job to pay the bills. But now I’ve decided to give it another go, because that’s what I feel like I need to do.
You’ll find on here some pictures and videos I think are cool, funny or stupid and just random things I like. And of course, what it’s like to be a clumsy idiot.
