You couldn’t make it up…

I set this up ages ago and was all excited at the prospect of jotting down my musings for all the world to see (optimistic I know) and was all set to go when..nothing. Total writer’s block. Where do I start? What’s my main theme? Do I have a purpose for writing? Gah!! I don’t know if this is true for other writers but I used to narrate the everyday goings-on in my life blog-style in my head, but then when I sat down and faced the screen, all my ideas would vanish. It was, as a friend once put it, like trying to herd balloons.

I had the material but not the motivation. I was worried I had spread myself too thin; between my ramblings on Twitter and Facebook blocking up my friends’ feeds and my little bit of fiction I wrote on the side for nobody in particular, I hadn’t fully nailed down a reason to offer my two cents into the blogging world. I have an online journal which I occasionally rant on, but I felt this could be more of a forum for discussion on various issues that affect my life and doubtless many many others.

It’s quite funny really. My friends and family always go on about how much I live online, and here I go and set up another window for me to shout out of! However in the long term, they’ll thank me for it. I can keep my Facebook stuff on the light entertainment side, and I can write away to my heart’s content here and if people want to read it, it’s here for their delight and wonderment.

And while I’ve been bemoaning my plight about not having an angle to write from, I took a step back and looked at my life…and you couldn’t make it up. I live at home with my Mom who has recently become totally deaf, and not just ‘if we shout she’ll catch a word or two’. I mean deaf. And that has been quite a life change for both of us. I could write for years about that alone…

I’m also two-thirds of the way through a degree in Primary Education having decided to go back and conquer Third-Level at age 30. It’s awesome but I think sometimes they’re trying to eliminate some of us through ‘survival of the fittest’ tactics. Apparently there’s no limit as to how much work you can do in one day.. :-/

In addition to this I’m also a musician and singer and I write songs. I wouldn’t say I’m a typical singer-songwriter, as to me that conjures up images of folky types, which I listen to non-stop, but unfortunately lack the depth and meaning they infuse in their songs. I’m not knocking my own work, I just know what I’m not!

Being a musician/artist is hard enough, but being a female one is definitely harder. I definitely notice a difference in how I am treated compared to my male muso counterparts…but not all differences are to be condemned..I believe we ARE different, but we are equal in terms of respect earned. For instance, I wouldn’t lift a P.A. just to prove men and women are equal…I’m four foot ten, not an extra from Avatar.

Looking at this and also realising how much else is in my head reassures me that I’ll never be short of things to write about anyway!

Off to eat some manky-gorgeous takeaway food now.

Later alligators..

I guess THIS is the real world now..

So here I am, the big three-one…I think I’m running about 10 years behind schedule, but I’m the only one keeping track so who cares?? I’ve given up the “day job” and now study Primary Teaching, which is one of very few professions which might give me a chance to be taller than people. I also try and write something every day even if it sucks..one man’s poison and all that… Can be a bit of a head wreck though. I love my friends and can’t live without them, they are my Ben and Jerry’s after the heavy meal of my family…but I love them too..for the most part.

I’m a singer, and a songwriter..so check out my Myspace and have a listen.. www.myspace.com/jennyronan I’m rather good, if you like that sort of thing.. 😛

I am small but have the temper of an East End London bouncer who was never breast fed or hugged as a baby. I have high expectations of everything I do but unfortunately I lack the patience to wait it out and see if things work.. I have zero tolerance for things that do not work..they are made to do a specific task and if they don’t then it’s wall hitting time.

I narrate most everything that goes on in my life…kind of like that movie ‘Stranger Than Fiction’ but it’s my own voice that I hear…I’d love to be in a Wes Anderson or Kevin Smith movie…I’d love to write the theme song for a Hollywood blockbuster…I want to see Sinatra live in Vegas but I’m a bit late for that…I want to write a book…no wait, lots of books…some ficton, some not…I have so much to say but so little time to say it…I have this long running feeling that I’m late..for what, I don’t know..

I like simple things like watching late night tv while faffinf about on-line talking to strangers..I like watching Gone With The Wind by myself and pretending I’m Scarlett O Hara…I like finding old books I used to read inside out in my childhood and then sitting in a big chair with the tv off and reading them again as I laugh at what I used to think was cool…

I like sketching out ideas for my next tattoo….I like playing with the notion of getting another piercing..or re-doing old ones…I like listening to cheesy R n’ B while I de-clutter my house..

I like watching Tommy Tiernan’s Live dvd and saying it word for word…or crying to Jeff Buckley’s “Lover You Should Have Come Over” for no other reason than it’s that kind of song..

I like planning my next haircut or wondering what in the blue hell I’m gonna wear to all the weddings that are springing up on me…I don’t like sleeping in late on weekdays, it makes me feel like one of those unemployed moochers…I do work, I swear.. just not in the ‘normal’ sense…emmm…

I like Tayto cheese and onion sandwhiches and a cup of tea, even though I can’t eat dairy..funny I know..I like pizza without cheese and desserts without cream…I have a pathological fear of ice lolly sticks and won’t eat ice creams that have them, it’s cornettos all the way for me…I can’t stand it when people open crisp bags upside down or when they rub their eyebrows the wrong way…but other than all of this i’m a walk in the park.

Welcome to my blog…stay, have a cup of tea, have a read, have a laugh..don’t report me to the authorities though. Not yet…

Enjoy x