Another capri-cious post

I’ve decided life’s too short not to blog, so here I am, back again. Having been welcomed back into the world of blogging with a note and some free-association on the word “capri” from Sal DeTraglia (see comments in post below), I feel it’s inevitable. Even if I never have any readers, at the very least I can entertain myself. My mother always said I was good at that as a child.

I plan to update the layout of the blog, add some links, etc. in the near future... but I’m at work right now, and my Mac here makes Blogger go CRAZY. No kidding... something about cookies. I don’t understand it... sounds like a job for my computer-literate boyfriend. (Yes, that was a hint.) I thought cookies were something you eat, but apparently they live in my browser as well. Who knew?

Anyway, today’s topic: Mark Twain. Actually, a quote attributed to Twain that I found online. “Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”

I serendipitously stumbled across this quote after e-mailing my sister a list of goals that I would like to accomplish by age 30. I'll spare you the details, but I will say that I broke the list down into manageable steps and set deadlines. It seems like overkill, I know, but I’ve learned in my almost-23 years of living that if I don’t have a deadline, I never get anything done. I don’t want to be 80 years old and still saying, “Someday I’m going to be a successful novelist.” I want to be 80 years old and resting on my laurels... or rather, my books. Plus, as I told my sister, I'm not sure I want to be a reporter past age 30, because in my observations, that's when about 50 percent of reporters become bitter, cynical, lazy, and often overweight.

The miraculous thing is that, despite all this introspection, I’ve managed to be quite the productive ad copywriter this morning. Too bad the inbox is still much fuller than the outbox, but that's life.